Evicted

Evicted

Out of the body that shelters me

dark is the night as dark can be

I thank God in the night cold

for the fire in my steadfast soul

in these wretched circumstances

I've not complained about life's changes

my spirit is hammered but unbowed

as I'm wrapped in a dark cloud

but I know that beyond this place

resides hope that time can waste

and yet the advance of fleeting time

shall find me unafraid and feeling fine

for it doesn't matter

where next lies my shelter

for I am the architect of my fate

the pilot of my soul in its altered state

Wash Suspended (continuation of 'pen' series )

Wash Suspended

Rhythmic sounds heard downstairs

in the early morning hours there

lying still in my feather mattress bed

snuggled in soft sheets over my head

sounds coming from that washing machine

mechanical wonder harsh and mean

cherished by my Grandma this washer

the one with the fancy agitator

torturing sheets into becoming cleaner

Also equipped with hand-cranked wringer

dedicated washday was always Monday

the process consuming most of the day

Harsh noises and fresh smells

I still remember them well

clean sheets and all forms of clothing

sorted into wicker baskets ready for drying

they await the famous clothesline

to be erected on emerald lawn so fine

like a serpent winding in grass for sure

creating a geometric sculpture

held up by wooden sticks strong

supported here and there in sunny warmth

Then, the wash would hang casually

blown by the breezes of the day

fresh smell of the days labor

drying in the afternoon hour

As I played hide and seek

between the newly hung sheets

Tahrir Square

The Times ( part 3 )

Love freedom if you dare

as you gather in Cairo's square

leaning on the edge of fate

stranded in isolated wait

hearing the winds of time lament

as your shouts are heaven sent

in this land ancient steeped in pride

like the sands blown far and wide

young spirits mark Tahrir Square

with full-hearted thunderous cheers

all have chosen for freedom soon

over the tyranny that everyday looms

during those dark nights trembling

change is the quest for days coming

the people have cast their souls

to hammer a system corrupted and cold

as revolution in its splendor lies

inspired by Democracy in citizens that strive

to seek basic human dignity

blown in by the sandy winds of destiny

whispers turned to shouts are heard

clearly all around the world

as noble ideals forged in gloomy days

must conquer autocratic ways

Hard Water ( rewrite )

Hard Water

Silent lake granite still

gliding swiftly over the icy chill

blue-gray skies and crystal flies

swirling around stinging the eyes

sounds of crackling energy unbound

for a moment shocks and astounds

revealing portals to the underworld

as dark glassy liquid swirls

baited offerings cast below

standing firm with frozen toes

seeking to catch the prize this day

then, breaching the moment blue-gray

a speckled beauty from down under

magical sight always to remember

as seconds seem to last forever

quietly standing there on hard water

JUMP ( rewrite )

JUMP

As mornings' crisp coolness fades

the golden orbs' rays thru thin air wades

floating silently over earthly arch

'tis time for today's' march

to the chow hall where breakfast smells abound

eager young faces gather around

knowing today's' mission

some skip the meal due to tension

mindful fear plays out but briefly stays

swept from mind by disciplined ways

Then, in full gear carefully checked

they stride rhythmically to the roaring monster on deck

once inside all secured and orderly

the jump master barks orders to everybody

remaining alone in personal thoughts

anxiety subdued and silently fought

the moment to test is quickly here

hooking up hands shaking, fighting the scare

then, stepping into nothingness floating free

seconds last forever, time stops in gravity

a sharp jolt brings back reality

as they float beneath that beautiful canopy