Listening Outside the Box- I hear the planet ticking It says, shoooshhhh, ping, purr, oh nooooo, Ding dong, ping pong, clang, grrrghh, arrrghh, lol, hahahaaaaaa, I hear the sounds, tweets- Bells ringing in Seattle and Rome, Children shrieking in Kingston, and Kathmandu Weeping in Syria, Ghana, Pakistan, whimpering in China and Japan In places whose names I don’t know, they weep and scream…for the help they don’t get.
A LOVERS HAIKU. EYES ON ME SMOKY SWEET TASTY BEAUTIFUL, LIPS RUBY SOFT AND DANGEROUS IN ENDLESS PLEASURE. SEEKING FINGERS CARESS MY LANGUID BODY CURVED IN ANGLES AND SWEET ABANDON. TO DIE IN YOUR EMBRACE lmh
OLD MAN THE GRAVE AWAITS YOU. YOU SEEM NOT TO CARE OLD MAN DONT YOU KNOW OR DO YOU? HAVE YOU BEEN SEEING HIM LATELY AS YOU STUMBLE UNGAINLY AROUND THE GARDEN? OLD MAN THE WARM BROWN EARTH AWAITS YOUR RECENTLY WARM BROWN BODY. … TO HAVE AND TO HOLD YOU IN SICKNESS AND IN DEATH THIS EARTH WILL ENFOLD YOU. OLD MAN WHY DO YOU DO IT? WHY DO YOU SMILE YOUR EMPTY- MOUTH SMILE DO YOU KNOW…
Remembering Maureen Tilley. WHEN A PETAL FALLS FROM THE CIRCLE: Do you know what happens when a petal falls from the circle? Briefly life is severed, death gets a minute, and then the circle repairs itself as it must. In that brief, life makes an announcement, death offers praise to heaven, though frustrated He gets to keep nothing. Poor death, poor poor death Angels rejoice for the triumphant return of a soul, One short sleep says ‘Donne‘, one short sleep…
FLOURISHING PLANT, MISTAKEN FOR WEED PLUCKED FROM THE EARTH. SHOCKED AT YOUR SEEMING DEMISE WATER AND LOVE REPAIRED YOUR STRENGTH, NEW LIFE , NEW GROWTH , NEW JOURNEY. THEY CALL YOU COMFREY. SUCH A THING HAD HAPPENED TO ME AND THEY CALLED IT SLAVERY. I AM THIRSTY. WILL YOU REPAIR ME. copyright:lmh
BLACK BABY, WHITE BABY, THEY CRY…… Do you know who I am when I cry? Can you tell the color of my skin by the sound of my tears? Does my past tumble forward into my present formation. Now you see me and are afraid to hold me for you do not understand my tears. I scare you with my ancient scars; but I am a baby, a black baby crying. Feed me, pick me up, change and comfort me….
WORDS ARE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. Some words are hard to say They have come from a deep place and not accustomed to showing themselves. Words are for speaking feeling and loving. I write words in musical notes, in verses that don’t rhyme, I speak words in the air or at YOU Words are loveable but can cut like a machete leave you bleeding like a slaughtered hog, Ponding deep blood-red-stained places almost purple with pain, Your words, clashing with…
Excess and duress cannot contain me flim flam flim flam flurry, you skitter like a mouse though you claim feline headlines, beloved, waste not your efforts on vain endeavors; I claim you, in sleep, in dreams, always. Deboned? My lips curl contemptuously, sitting in a corner you watch me furtively as I pad thoughtfully. I glance, you shudder, I sigh, you hold your breath I turn suddenly, you utter a muffled scream, your hand cover your parted lips….