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WHERE ARE YOU ? (memorable free form final entry)

Where now are the men of peace ?
I want to scream and shout
Who pleads for calm in crowded cities
urging mobs to stop and think
if their God approves

For now is the time for all brothers
regardless of their birth or faith
to unite against barbarian fanatics
and let them know..ENOUGH!

Tell them that they are not Godly
at least not to any God we love
they are no ally to Allah
no followers of Christ
no friend to Buddah
no believer in any True religion

a foolishness

blithely adding to
and making reduction of
the population
which invented Zeus
those high living gods
of old Olympus
asked for sacrifice, destruction

uncaring

until their creators
voted
against them

we read of
their downfall
their flaws

for mankind finally wrote into
the history of myth
mishaps of
no-longer-wanted-deities
(deciding, perhaps
one god would do)
and had them annihilated
in a heavenly war

dialysis what !

he
is still on dialysis
but kith and kin don't know
when to let him go
hope God
helps them ...

the finale none know
not you... nor I...
no doc too
heaven is too busy...
we always knew
and
if there is a God
of which I have reservations....
I’m quite sure he has 7.5 billion
in the ICU
we call the world...
and
I only wish that ailing humanity
Came with life to terms
all we need is
a switch off
switch
but then who will?

E R G O M A N I A .. S U P I N E N E S S

hair spun in the weave of air
we are rushing in the last of summer breath
our landscape climb
like a wave primed

dark and hungry as the night
while sunlight scatters
at its edge
that races

a great weight
chasing us in dreams

I hear the cry through all
the miles
and hold my breath
awake
waiting for the fall
like snow breaking free of a tin
roof

Our avalanche of words
frothing
we place palm up
to catch the rain

Neopoet Renga 2

Summer storms have passed
autumn is on the doorstep
falling leaves arrive

Holding our sweet creamy dreams
let them not shatter on floor

Trust dreams quiescent
muse remaining autumn scene
more timely imbue

Dreams of cluttered entrances
pumpkin head scarecrows, cobwebs

Meadows glowing gold
harvest moon drifts slowly by
sunsets of our dreams

Cool evenings sweet serenade
children kick the fallen leaves

Adolescents roll
windbreakers breaking dry leaves
innocent first kiss

Workshop: 

walk..silently

I see you from a distance
I hark for you
my yells fall on deaf ears
the window pane the barrier

I step out in the open
the snow chills
but the heart’s warmth thrills
I hasten
the wilderness slaps the breeze
reminds me of stark nudity
as I have left the brief
naked in mind, body and soul

Oh! Lord I am still unable to stalk
I now walk alone
return to my cove
a blessed
dark
cold
merciless dungeon

saddened by my folly
in thinking that you would hear me

Maintain The Rage

On a warm, clear spring day the phone rang,
I said, "I'm terrific, never better, and you?"
I was told
"There'll be no weather tomorrow"

No weather, any more, ever.

Jason said "maintain the rage"
and we all know that that means more

B U T T E R F L I E . . P I N S

not in a dream
but you were there
you

alive..

history rising like ashs
smoking whorls
dervish winds

we looked up eachs
souls
touch to touch
tete to tete

while the blue pearl
of sadness climbed
down upon us in a mist

great waves of betrayal
in winter rains

you are pinning
remnant poems
like skins of hearts

Your Butterfly Pins
in a cup you make me
hold

you look up
I fall in
this world

again

MOVING TARGET --FINAL RE-WRITE

MOVING TARGET

My mind races
at the speed of light
my body can’t keep up.
I’m left behind.

I push the day
in a heavy mist of grey
of Pain’s slow.

I do and I go
I run
but the terror
like sudden electricity
electric white
kills as it strikes..

I dare

I have the nerve and the verve
to admit
that bluntness doesn’t permit,
the safe passage
towards a kingdom
albeit we all wait for one….

no one can be as friendly with you
as you are with some,
nor can you ever be
an integral part of handsome

for you are cussed and obdurate
they say a hard nut to crack,
by anyone
so to say ….

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