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“Nightcat”

On soft padded paws, the black cat treads
slowly infiltrating the night.
Cautiously stalking his perceived dreads
lips part, teeth flash, ready to fight.

The cat pulls back, his spine hairs alert
he pauses ’fore slithering on.
Slit eyes of gold, on guard!, they assert
feigning cool, he stifles a yawn.

He’s prey or it’s prey, he knows not which
fear propels him to take a stand.
Back arched, ears flat, the tail starts to twitch
one pounce, and I’m back from dreamland.

(Written for dVerse, Meeting The Bar: Following Through On Metaphor. September 11, 2014.)

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“To See The Light”

Funereal drapes cover backless wall niches
where panes of glass
once channeled summer light.

Faded velvet hangs loose
over shattered door frames
impeding easy entrance
or expedient exit.

A single candle sends a feeble glow
over a book on the table
centered in the belly
of the blackened room.

A boy covers his ears against the sounds
of gunfire in the alley,
human cries of pain,
the rumble of tanks
on a pitted road.

He has pencilled a quote
in the margin
of his required reading:
“If freedom of speech is taken away,
then dumb and silent we may be led,
like sheep to the slaughter.”

He whispers the words aloud
as a flash of light invades his space
and another fissure
appears in the wall.

The boy winces
then prays for the chanting protesters
who are being silenced
outside the shrouded house
and hopes
that he,
and they,
will live to see
the light of freedom.

(The “freedom of speech” quotation: George Washington.)

(Written for dVerse Poets, Poetics: Bringing Light to Darkness. September 9, 2014.)

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“Harbingers of Autumn”

The Annabelles
have turned
from white to green.
The Nikko Blues are gone.
Deep-pink
Glowing Embers
reign in
regal purple shrouds.
Cones of white
still crown
sturdy
Lime Light stems.

The fading days
of summer
dim with dying
hydrangea blooms.
Like moorings
in the harbor
freed from ships’
warm-weather lines
the gaudy plants
in autumn
shed
tropical tiaras
and prepare
to ride the tides
of winter
unadorned.

(Written for dVerse Poets. Open Link Night. August 30, 2014.)

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“Hiawatha”, Translated Into Sammyspeak, by Sammy The Gat

“Song of Howyadoin'”

By the grains of Double G
By the hopped-up Big-Blue-Drink
Hung the cool pad of Nokomis
Birth Chick of the Orb, Nokomis.

“Song of Hiawatha”, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.

[I'm afraid I'd get an F for following instructions, but I'll give myself an A for having fun.]

(Written for dVerse Poets, Poetics: Homophonic Translations. August 26, 2014.)

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“Climbing Salvation Mountain On The Balls Of My Feet”

 (Copyright: Joel Robison)
.
I walk the way with head held high
my feet on spheres for treads.
Self-confident, my step is sure
my fears rendered to shreds.

The dark times, though, bring fright to light
uncertainty to stride.
I slip and trip on rounded orbs
back down the path I slide.

In summary, my slogs are slow
some up, some down, some cease.
Lucky me, at the end of day
a good night’s sleep brings peace.

(Written for dVerse Poets, Poetics: Joel Robison’s Photography. August 19, 2014.)

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“I Am Aquarius”

I was born to live by the sea
not on smooth sands
of condominiums and mansions
but on the rough bluffs
of fishermen’s cottages
and clamdiggers’ shacks.

My home is high on a cliff
where the scent of inland pine
weighs heavy
on the never-ending
salt-laden wind
and the panes of glass rattle
and the side boards creak
as the torrent forces its way inside
to ruffle papers being written
and pages of books being read
and the rain assaults with slanted fury
and the sun fries
your face and shoulders
when you step outside.

My home has sand on the floor
mold on the walls
and the air carries
the must and dust
of my seagoing ancestors.

When I return I will be at peace.

(Written for dVerse Poets,  Poetics: Homecoming. August 12, 2014.)

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“Waiting for Orion”

Titan tall.
Six feet at ten
six three at twenty.

Eyes
heliotrope blue.
Hair
spaghetti straight.
Strands
birthed
from
blond begonias.

Goddess
of the Isles.

She’s
a coarse muslin
beauty
smoldering
in a world
of silk.

Waiting
for her
Orion.

Written for dVerse Poets. Meeting the Bar: It’s a small, small world (40 words or less). August 5, 2014.
 

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