home

mersey moonlight and shine
across the hills
to river dee,
wind whispers
in the trees and grass,
of park
and shipyard sinew,
bricks of sweat and toil,
urban sprawl,
where smugglers coins
fell to sand,
lighthouse flickers
seen by little eye,
sandstone tremors
and gentle veil of mist,
i feel home
cradled by the lake
and shivering masts
of a yachting few

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steps to a mocking truth

my shoes have grown
as my heart and eyes have seen
they walked with me,
since those first inaccurate stumbles
seeing surface and texture
slipped on,
tied,
buckled
leather formed about the feet,
or thrown in disgust
at a politicians head,
they walk with us
mutely seeing and interacting
as the  animal they once where
to a human misery,
without shoes connecting to earth
and nature of earthen creation,
ski hardening
to dust
stone
and blacktop,
miles witnessed
to a freedom attained
toes as extremity population
encounter first and enjoy
what was once an overall entrapment
thorns may spike
stones may pierce
batons beat
and electrodes burn,
washed and anointed
our shoes are needed
protect
shelter
enable
and keep away the awful pains,
shoes see more
than we think

poetry , poem

dversepoets.com

 

carpetbagger venom

he was a splinter off a dollar bill

the rest broke up and devoured

by the man of the bank,

leaving as an innocent,

chevrolet voyaged south to el paso

under skies that had stars,

his waking

close to sunland park mall,

tight block of stores,

determined to prove her wrong

thrum of ac motel anthem,

dreams a sour bed of flowers,

as he strived for a spiritual arc,

life had a repetoire

of giving and deceiving

now he would turn the tide,

life’s quick dimensions

could not be measured accurately,

singing on the sidewalk

his prey everywhere,

smiling softly chewing gum

that had forgotten it’s  spearmint taste,

his time was now

Graves, Morris waking-walking-singing-in-the-next-dimension-1979

 

escape, con, defraud, runaway , divorce, foreclose

 

boots that find the future

these boots

at the side of my bed

talk of a journey

dust and tall grass,

feeling within

bare swollen flesh

feeling grief for the pain

as to get where i am

the walk was long

to raise money

find work,

work that had no outcome

but minimum pay,

no chance to drink

cheap liquor,

or bask in long drawn sun,

purpose and emotion

gathered as my supports,

now resting

bills and change on

bedside cabinet,

boots feel pleased

for what they had

done

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