Shining – hour 8

Little Danny sees

a hotel and trees

his father, not nice

the typewriter like ice

to the touch.

 

Twins lure him to play

in a bloodied hallway

where they want him to stay

forever.

 

A pus-bloated woman

beckons, an omen

of the wringing to come

his neck turning plum

and yellow-ochre.

 

Tony, his friend

foresees the bitter end

now the boy can defend

against mom’s murder.

 

But there is a man

who sees spirits like Dan

and helps through like-vision

to escape the prison

of skeletal demons and sin.

 

“Here’s Johnny,” Jack said

his eyes bloodshot red

door splintered revealing

Mom’s terrified visage.

 

The spirits haunt Jack

son wanders, backtracks

in the maze, no way back

the beast is frozen.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/2021

 

(Credit: “Here’s Johnny” and characters from Stephen King’s The Shining)

10. Christmas Hope

It could always be counted on that regardless of what the rest of the year held, Christmas was magical. It was perfect.

Regardless of what
the rest of the year doled
if you could hold out for Christmas
everything would be okay.
Hope would be restored
enough hope to last the whole year.

It was everywhere…
in the giant tree neighbors and friends lovingly referred to as our Christmas bush

in innumerable lights and garland

in the family cut out cookies

in oyster stew morning
in Dad’s meticulously placed tinsel
and Mom’s handmade gifts

in genuine smiles and laughter
and easy peace

Hope enough to last a whole year

to remind us that even when we
weren’t our best
it would all be okay.

Hope enough to get through Thanksgiving

to make it to the magic again.

Healing Fire

Sitting in the dark night
Alone with my soul
Eerie blue eyes
Piercing my flesh
Staring at the whole of me.
Feeling the deep hurts
Knowing the guarded secrets
Stealing my light
Flickering flames
Feeding off the internal turmoil.
Burning away
the waste left behind
Searing holes filled
With Molten gold
Alas, a new Creation unfolds

Hour 4 – You gotta do the work.

You can’t file a lawsuit against the universe….
.                                       To which court, would you report?
Your circumstances are what they are now.
.                                        …So You *gotta* do the work.

The social contract is bullshit.
.                                        And Fate is a capricious bitch.
He’ll give a blissful happiness
.                                    and then rip out every single stitch.

So..
do The Work when you are short

do The Work when you are short…          on time.
do The Work when you are short…              on strength.
do The Work when you are short…                       on peace.
do The Work when you are short…                              on Light.
do The Work and put your soul on the line.
You’ll find the universe inside you.
.                                   Its right behind your spine.

Be the Seeker through the darkness,
.                                    find what is good and right.
There is strength in your fragility,
.                                    Your vulnerability is your might.

You have to walk the hard paths,
.                                     Even  though they give you fright.
You can find the peace you are seeking,
.                                     Before that  long dark night.

Faithful Friend, Puff

Faithful Friend, Puff

Leap across my lap,

climb inside my heart.

Kiss love affections to my face.

Chase like a wild tiger

hunting birds from inside our home.

Scratching furniture will never break us,

explore life with your curious whiskers.

Make mischievous choices my furry friend.

Pounce about our lives, but know you are

my crazy feline companion.

Hour Ten – When I Say I Am Addicted To Tattoos

I am reclaiming this body with a different kind of scar.

Instead of the razor,

I have chosen the ink filled needle to dance on my skin.

 

The razor used to take salsa lessons on my arms,

Hip-hop lessons on my thighs,

And the occasional ballet lesson on my stomach.

 

The razor was scheduled to practice three times a day.

When it dulled, a new one took its place.

All silver shine,

 

All hopeful gleam.

I’d consider tattoos more hopeful, now.

They at least represent me a little better.

 

It will take me some time

To mask the hurt I have caused my body,

But I am on my way to renting the dance studio

 

To kinder students.

My anatomical hearts beat in tune.

The blues of my birds lull me to sleep.

Effect

Cast your stones with caution

For the ripples will always move

Beyond your line of sight 

Take your steps with care 

For the tremors carry

To tender roots

Let your laughter bloom

For its waves will grace

Shores in need 

Of joy’s thunder 

Depression (Slight)

I shouldn’t

get caught up in the details

 

as sone of you are unreachable

by nature

 

the rest of you are intangible

unless you get

 

caught in the details

unless those very details

keep me alive

Philip V. Coombs 6-7am

Holiday in December

Holiday in December

 

I’d love to go away in December you know

Somewhere that’s far and covered in snow

 

Though the hotel would need to be nice and hot

Or stay in an igloo hotel, they look like a some spot

 

Rest and chill, watch the Sky’s night fall

Pen, paper at the ready, a really good call.

 

After star gazing in awe, I’d sit by a fire

Read over my words, hoping they’ll inspire

 

I wouldn’t go alone, it could look a bit sad

Then again why not, it might not be too bad

 

Maybe I would ask a friend if they could go

I’d love to go away in December you know

 

Anxious–5pm

I’ve been through it
I don’t need it explained
I’d like to listen though
no judgement here

In a hallway
dark
dank
lonely
Holds the tears of the
many before us

I’ve done something bad
something that
I said I wouldn’t do
No one seems to care
But I tried to be ok

I tried so hard
oh I tried
I cried
I screamed
I tried so hard

I wait silently
barely breathing
patient
but still sure that you’re
going to yell

That must have been
so hard-
to search for someone
to listen only to
get turned away from

Bare arms covered in scars
some healed
some fresh

Do you see?
Do you?
Please tell me-
do you?

Others do-
and they shame me
every day for it
sneering at my lack of
self control

I understand now
my broken friend
you only cry for help
if you believe there’s help
to cry for.

You wanted to be heard
Not condemned
Not silenced
I hear you.