Pale Polished People

 

Darkness gained on city streets

and our steps on pavement struck a beat

walking to school that night

Shadows and shapes of people left and right

near the entrance polished people mostly tall

milled about the dusky hall

we recognized their beaming forms

standing apart from those forlorn

They stood out like blooms of summer

like flashy flowers that revive ones desires

Bedazzling in a mysterious way

and yet, their faces pale gray

Much like somber offerings

casting shadows, nearly obscuring

the stated intention of the hour

to purposely bask in the students' grandeur

all sporting giddy smiles and obvious pride

showing collective joy difficult to hide

But to polished people at the event

stealing the moment was their intent

Their lustrous and shiny presence

Flashy vanity and silly nonsense

of overdone polish and tasteless display

most certainly ruined the childrens' school play

 

Winds of Woe

They who in unrest lie in gloom

know well their private domain

where voices on wind loudly bloom

and distress to soul is maintained

Blame the dismally destined things

for not keeping at bay

the messenger of ill winds

who accompanies the smell of decay

Odor on breeze that softly flies

casually borne on lifes' winds

carried about in individual skies

of wretched souls afraid and hiding

 All searching  but having to stay

with weak flesh exposed, ever so

beneath dark clouds holding sanity at bay

So, lean against those winds that blow

In barren fields of modern life

where some common existence is sorrow

and lack of concern is rife

for something called tomorrow

While virtues' price seems too costly

standing tall, erect in vanity

as pride suffers and is swept away

like a shadow fading into eternity

So, let the mysterious future

of that most private place

shelter all and their measures

from the wicked winds of deaths' embrace

Wellwords

 

Live well the words you have now

as sips of wellwords feed know how

and timeworn words in veins do swell

to satisfy daily word spells

As bare branches hang against the sun

memories of past autumns

forcefully hide greens of spring

as you search for meaning

hiding behind walls ancient

gathering dust in somber silence

Hidden words rise from the abyss

and near depleted wellwords persist

as they float on dark surface

begging for redemption and harvest

So, reach down and bit by bit

scoop those precious word amulets

and reach well past your grasp

blindly feeling for memories past

that wait for revelation

that flicker of fiery benediction

in subdued light bathing words scattered

all seeking to be inspected and gathered

then tested for substance and value

for molding into forms new

'Tis discovery enjoyed always

burned into paper for all time to stay

Seek chunks of wild prose

gathered as they up rose

to breed children of the mind

full of imagination you'll find

brain viruses born and passed along

that germinate steady and strong

much like seeds in fertile ground

that take hold all around

advancing the thought train forward

towards the ultimate wellwords

awaiting patiently to engage

the human passions of coming age

 



                    

Random Connections

 

 



Assembled, unconscious, rejected                                           

                                        Memories of smoke and ashes

                                        in hearts leave bloody traces

                                        on lovers' woes and fancy dreams

                                        like crushed flowers it seems

Extinct and easily forgotten

                                        Time in desolate nakedness

                                        charms sensual eyes the best

                                        and when nakedness shades the light

                                        time vanishes in the sightless night

Wilted and shriveled and dead

                                        Wet snow on flowers soft

                                        warm frost on grass falls off

                                        and the gold-red dead leaves of hate

                                        Marks granite with names and dates

Farms, Urban centers and Nations that are

                                        Lands faraway in brotherhood

                                        Lives spent badly not understood

                                        feed modern society sick with hurry

                                        tremble with cold visions everyday

Fashionable conformity readily accepted

                                        Where Western devils' wings repose

                                        on rising currents among shadows

                                        as bitter fruits are all the rage

                                        consumed by pleasures' modern age

Wet-lip shutter, first time ever

                                        Lost virginity in lovers grow

                                        faster and quicker rather than slow

                                        Taste the wild honey sweet

                                        while tears kiss your naked feet

Romantic waning moon, darkened fields

                                        Leafless branches tap my window

                                        hang loosely in winds that blow

                                        and through moist lips parted

                                        the ritual of life is completed

Clock sounds and beautys' brink

                                        Heavens' fellowship sounds the melody

                                        that echoes on waves in glassy sea

                                        words in time portals resound

                                        as timely arms go round and round

Presence of nothing is everything

                                        Silence lacks comment

                                        and violence awakes peaceful men

                                        as exploring hands and flushed faces

                                        probe the bodies' hidden places

Fragile boundaries of love deceive

                                        Love ends like a limp morning glory

                                        no pressure in the ruptured artery

                                        as the python wraps its final coil

                                        in squeezing convulsions of love foiled

                       

                                        

                                      

 

                                   

                                



Old Timers Hockey

 

Hockey, that fountain of immortal drink

satiates young and old in many ways

pours down on us from Heavens' brink

and lights up remaining days

'Tis on frosted blades that pleasures reside

among circles and lines red, blue

as the chilled spirit entwines the heart

bringing smiles to a lucky few

Body motion by mind propelled

fueled by the desire for prolonged life

  ageless health mindfully revels

in shaved ice sprays and fun that lights

the path of years as one ages

No more  games with foes fighting

just friends in similar life stages

Playing the game on prayer and wing

So, let the vultures wait and starve

for in fervent hope of the next game

we persist and survive

As the game fans our soul flames

All renounce their frailties of the hour

Happy to breathe sweet rink air

and on fraternal ice bond together

enjoying our cold and pleasant lair

For certainly, a day in childhood

seeming to last forever

now,'Tis quietly understood

that hockey is for today or never