My life a poem, forego the count,
that comes in threes and fours
The space between to catch new breath,
that time may now allure
These moments gifted more than once,
now constant in their prayer
Whose vow will cast the river wide,
—new words to baptize there
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Waterfall Unknown
Palliative to hospice,
I jump from stone to stone
The river waits in silence,
—its waterfall unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Tears
The shortest road to emotion,
—is tears
(Philadelphia Pennsylvania, Fall 1977)
She's Familiar
She's familiar,
—ain't that the blues
(Written at Kingston Mines in Chicago-1984)
Ain’t That The Blues
She’s familiar,
aint that the blues
Sleeping beside her,
everyone knew
Chipped beef on Monday,
Thursday cold stew
Dishes piled high,
paycheck gone through
She’s familiar,
ain’t that the blues
Home from work early,
today around noon
Mattress was creaking,
my pistol I drew
Two shots in my brother,
—four more in the flooze
(Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Greene 1985)
Written at Kingston Mines-Anthology of Perception Vol #1
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Comments5
I like how you've been adding more than one poem a day. I get to enjoy more of your poetic genius that way! They are absolutely wonderful to read!
Your kind words mean so much. Thanks Christina!
Kurt
I am familiar the short road to babtizm in hospice. Warm regards.
You're in my Rosary, every day!
Well written and expressed
Thanks again, Tony ...
Welcome
My gift to you, thanks Robert.
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