#6 – Somehow

the unlikeliest of people
brought together somehow
final results that have yet to be seen
a band of life misfits
both low & high brow
what wisdom from each could they glean

some were quite candid
while others were shy
differences ranging south, east, north, & west
all somehow put here
to figure out why,
how, where, when they could be their best

to work as a team
or to battle it out
were the choices of all that were there
to live with indifference
or to love without doubt
to listen, to honor, to care

this cornucopia of hearts
somehow bad mixed with good
would cause turmoil, destruction, & pain
if they didn’t seek out
to do all that they could
to come together soul, body, & brain

discovering that each
had gifts they possess
that when blended could merit great things
learning to celebrate their differences
somehow encourage & not stress
realizing that with harmony community sings

all separate entities
working in sync
to make up a body of warrior hearts
journeying together
somehow bound link to link
though each unique in their own special parts

Addiction Prison – 6/24

This sober life is my Albatross,

heavy as a cross,

Bending my neck into knots.

Around me, I smell the nauseating scent of

alcohol and  weed…

I am too pure to be here

Trapped in this addiction prison

The walls all tallied with excuses like their arms with track marks and razor scars

 

It’s not always so bad

There are the innocent drunks

Who frequent a Saturday party. But still…

I am unfair here.

The scales never tipping in my favor

If this is not sickness

What the hell is it?

I hear the high flies buzzing on their potential corpses

I rot slower

because I rot sober …

Inside my inescapable  cell

Of everyone else’s escapes

 

@ angel rosen

#6 poetry marathon: Autumn arch

Autumn

the changing of leaves gives

entrances and exits a whole new meaning.

The air is crisp and light.

Here was an arch like many from the Castille region in Spain

marking our footprints in the ground on this beautiful day.

Poem 6/24 – My Little Critter

Poem 6 – My Little Critter
I found a life,
So small and round
He came to me
Without a sound.
His eyes so big,
His body so small
My hand could hold him all.
This little critter came to me
From far away one night you see
And now we spend our days in glee…

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The Child’s Conspicuous Voice

Hide me, hide me
Please!
Do not find me
I’m blind
Stop showing me Signs
Please!
Glide me, glide me
To un-design
The base
Of my
Vibrations
Inside of me
Hide me, hide me
Please!
Surrendering
All of one
And then,
None and even known
Crinkle tone
Of me

Too hot! (6th hour of marathon)

I’m hot, sweaty, cranky for sure.

Running errands in this heat is not fun when searching for a parking space.

I growl and curse, but finally a space opens.

Inside, I relax and receive practical help, but then I’m outside in the heat again.

Cars jam in the lot before I can escape, then, alas I must wait for a train!

Now I am home and cooling down, but betcha if I’m crossed I’ll still be cranky (Alas, too hot!)

Calling

Always green

Always green but rarely seen

The scene that’s green.

Through the door

Will it be there any more

If I try and reach it through the door?

In shadows we will watch you

As the light tries to tempt us in

I reach for you, an unseen force

From there? Or from within?

I try to connect on a level plain

And realise that I want more

Reflections; reactions can’t be forced

So I’m walking through that door

 

To Come, To Work, To Rise

Venir, Veni,

voluptous verbs villified

into the meaning of lust.

To come, have come, will come,

Travailler, travaillez

Travaillez pour vous, mon amour,

To work, to have worked. As we do, love,

Sur                                              Rise!

ren                                       To

der falls, the French sur

Innocent phrases for the dirty mind.