Tag Archives: poetry

POW

I saw a Marine on my TV screen

On his knees, begging please

Release me, release me.

I saw men, shackled and cuffed, shuffle

In pain chained to the taint of their skin.

On their knees, they begged please,

Release me, release me.

I saw the ninety-nine percent torn from tents.

Maced in the face, teary-eyed for asking why

They were kicked to their knees and told to beg please,

Release me, release me.

Bradley, an apache; Assange, a messenger.

Hillary’s husband lied under oath.

Where is the hope?

The truth is proof that justice is a hoax.

I heard when Monica was on her knees Bill begged please,

Release me, release me.

I watch my son run in the wind and sun,

Under the African sky.

He is too young to know what is going on;

That we are all prisoners of a war we do not want.

The only way I can look him in the eye

Is to go down on my knees, and beg please,

Do not hate me.

By Way of Absence

I had to find myself

Back in the desert

So I hung around

‘Til the skies turned gray

Suicide in the rain

City streets wash

What remains

What remains?

I found myself underground

With commuters and the homeless

Restless travelers’ destinations

Built on broken dreams

Suicide in the rain

City streets wash

What remains

What remains?

I have to lose myself

Stand still in a storm

While flood waters rise

My illusion sinks

Suicide in the rain

City streets wash

What remains

What remains?

Winter Sidewalk: The Buddha Rocks Project

Evelyn at Filling a Hole has a challenge called The Buddha Rocks Project.
The rules are basic. 7 days of posts inspired by 7 pictures taken by Eric who also has a blog over here: Bubba’s Place.
This is day 5.

Winter Sidewalk
I fell to the sidewalk;
It was cold and there was snow.
In the distance was a stop sign
But I had nowhere to go
After all that crazy talk
Your words still burned my mind.

Because in winter trees die
The birds fly away.
The birds aren’t smart.
That’s all I wanted to say.
They should fly and fly and fly.
Instead, you heard I wanted us to part.

I’ll need to find a summertime
Where trees are always green;
Where birds never leave;
Where words spoken are the ones you mean;
Where having nowhere to go is not a crime;
Where I meet a girl called Eve.

Time Window: The Buddha Rocks Project

Evelyn at Filling a Hole has a challenge called The Buddha Rocks Project.
The rules are basic. 7 days of posts inspired by 7 pictures taken by Eric who also has a blog over here Bubba’s Place.
This is day 3.

Time Window

To look at it now
Through windows of memory?
Tilting at windmills.

Fake Empire

I’m developing a nasty cold, hence another haiku and photograph for the week.


Photographer – Andrew Robson
Copyright – 2010

Fake Empire
Build a world for me
Where the lights can never die;
I’m yours forever.

Trust

A heartfelt congratulations goes out to Val B Russell for her successful launch of Tuck Magazine. Val is a dear friend I have made here on WordPress, and so I feel both excited and proud on her behalf. Please, please, please do yourselves a favour and take a look.

Here’s an interesting project: A Cuppa and an Armchair. I will be submitting a short story (my first attempt at a children’s tale). If you feel inclined to do so too, please read more about the project on the site. Final submissions due on October 10th.

And now for today’s post:

Photographer – Andrew Robson
Copyright – 2011

Blind man hails a cab
to ride into the unknown.
I wish I was blind.

Baconesque

I was challenged on Twitter – not by one, not by two, but – by three readers of my blog (you know who you are) to post a self-portrait and haiku, even after I explained that to do so is creepy. You have been warned ;-).

Self-Portrait
Where did you go to
Once the picture was taken?
Come back. I need you.