Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Pinball Man


sometimes daily events
make you feel
like a pinball
not a wizard
shooting for
a score
coming up empty
glancing blow
job
friends
social or not
money woes
life seems
empty

surreal
perception is truth
left hanging
alone
can't run up
the score
bells ringing
lights flashing

no offer of
free games
or do over
happiness
tenuous at best
beware
the wolves
howling in the night

the ball falls
past the outreached
flipper
flailing away
in vain
down the center
lost forever

life says
we owe you
an extra ball
try
we won't be
Lucy
yank the ball
away

again

but you find
you are
on your
own
once more

game over

Thursday, January 28, 2010

When the Earth Moved



a day like
any other
preparing evening
meal for all
change quickly
happened
first rattle
sense uneasiness
feeling spread
quickly
sense of doom

unable to stand
walls shaking
flying through air
goods from walls
run they screamed
outside now
knocked to ground
crawling to door
who made it out
not me

walls collapsed
ceiling soon followed
cascade
tumbling
falling
weight of the world
no feeling in legs
unable to breathe
crushed below
gasping last breath
how quickly it ends
no goodbyes
no hug
no kiss
no last words
no time to say
love you

walking down hallway
fancy place in town
best place to stay
columns in place
sandy soil
short cuts taken
building heaves
earth shakes
snap crackle
foundation buckle
like a pancake
floor on top
of floor
collapse as one
no time to scream
gone

stagger into street
people crying
babies wander
blood washes roads
running running
after shock
again again
no end
why why
help me
all cry as one

policeman
fireman
doctor
no more
water gone
food gone
bodies waste
help us
no one cares
world unites
rally to help
docks gone
airport gone
roads gone
help on way

looking searching
pull back rubble
dog sniffs
cry is heard
baby brought out
cheer goes up
one is saved

pits are dug
deep and wide
bodies stacked
thousands now
pushed in covered
buried unknown

recovery begins
once again
slow and painful
how do you
take away
everything
from people
who have
nothing

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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Private Dancer



This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired theses words.

together with friends
sometimes alone
he visits the building
holds promises
visions of beauty
his all alone

pay at the door
cover they say
begrudgingly one does
boom of the bass
quickens his pulse
familiar song
favorite tune
sets the mood
unsaid by burly
look don't touch

wanders in
darkened room
lights from stage
focal point
eyes adjust
drink is brought
table sought
eyes search
for the one

makes him feel good
warm inside
at what cost
everything
he has
always the same
game is on
pretend she cares
all is revealed
all that she has
enticing enchanting
moth to a flame
drawn he is
morning after
alone again
head pounding
wallet empty
vows never ever
will be back

started young
legal she was
pushing drinks
wondering would
she could she
money an issue
week to week
pick the path
devil in details
if only for awhile
keep it business
not personal

made her debut
a night
to remember
soon to forget
three song set
tips would come
tried to act
done before
screw up courage
dance like others
finished with money
good job honey
cruise the tables
mine them for more
lap or table
make them pay

too many married
made her wonder
another transaction
business deal
a guy comes in
asking for her
laughter dance
money exchanges hands
she is gone
looking
for someone else

how long
can this go on
just to get ahead
always tired
energy needed
do a line
forbidden fruit
not so young
time passes by

change ones life
what to do
income different
can't survive
time to move on
younger ones
alway at the door
ones self critical
still pretty maybe
always tired
long for more

no white knight
none to rescue
not looking
personal choice
whats it gonna be
tina said it right
dance while looking
at the wall

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Desperate Times


SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2009


reading local newspaper
things are getting
bad to worse
marti forman she wrote
"beaten down people

hot tired lost
hopeless poor
unemployed sick
elderly confused
tired keep coming
food bank
overwhelmed scared
very scared"

recovery from
economic ills
slow to come
good times
for many
gone forever

houses gone
cars gone
work gone
loved ones
gone

hope

gone

TV people
read reports
economy recovering
companies post profits
how they wonder
cut costs
cut jobs
cut people
sense of purpose
lost

someone somewhere
needs help
don't look away
ask
how can I
help you today

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Cold and Alone


seen unseen
know they exist
forgotten ignored
huddled as one
dampness soaking
into the bones
chilling the soul
what needed more
warmth or food

hide in shadows
break from the wind
cars drive bye
people walk by
avert ones gaze
not be seen
constant growl
stomach empty

constant shiver
shuffle of feet
blowing of wind
temperature drops
looking for shelter
anywhere will do
pretend to fit in
be a shopper
read a book
please don't look
ask me to leave

hunger cold
constant feeling
will not pass
only purpose
to survive
another day

and wonder
why

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Thursday, December 31, 2009

You lay down with dogs, you wake up with......


dogs we have
now add fleas
too many it seems
running and playing
sleeping eating
it started
itch scratch
sigh

first time it
happened
30 years or more
odds were right
where did it
come from

wash and comb
spray and clean
inside and out
bomb the house
coming up next

do the yard
bottle and hose
on the attack
end the scourge

bite or be bitten

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Wall Of Water


ideal setting
coastal town
postcard perfect
sunny day
blue skies
crowded beaches
busy time
paradise for some

ominous signs
suddenly
water recedes
like never before
beach quickly grows
out further and further
sea shells
fish flopping
children playing
men and women
gaze and wonder
all is quiet

somewhere deep
in the bowels
of ocean
earthquake strikes
land shifts
water gathers
hurtling forward
tremendous speed
hundreds of miles
an hour
unsuspecting
people
unaware disaster
lurking
on horizon

a cry
from lips
water rising
ever higher
ocean wall
monster heights
angry god
lashing out
inland racing
gathering all
before it
smothering life
objects ravenous
all succumb
draws out to sea

nothingness
left behind
bewildered
survivors cry
stunned once more
ocean releases
flotsam and jetsam
only signs
of happening before
tsunami by name
destructive force
time heals all
wounds
nature like crouching
tiger in ambush
waiting waiting
once more

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The Storm That Wouldn't End



oh my
TV showed it
bearing down
coming
at us
engulfing
hundreds of miles
sea angry
flaunting power
unstoppable
warning run
for your life

slow to react
this too will pass
not to be
nature to test
manmade barriers

not to be
denied this time
pounding surf
spilling over
first trickling
then gushing
first here
then here
panic in streets
level rising
streets flooding
run upward
on to the roof
higher it came
old young sick
gasping
terror
dying no help
is coming
the great flood
not a story
is now
oh why me
home a trap
for some
tired gasp
resigned to fate

hands reaching
out too late
crying wailing
nature stuck back
one rule only
nature wins

a lesson
to be learned
name to remember
history will show
Katrina was her name

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

A Christmas Thought


the day arrives
long wait over
excitement
anticipation
giving
getting

downside though
felt by many
feeling blue
empty feeling

one day
does not
make a year
happiness squeezed
24 hours

gifts are nice
feelings shared
a kind word
best gift
of all

to be loved
to love someone
all year round
best gift of all

Friday, December 11, 2009

Morning Mists


early morning
darkness covered
sitting waiting
for the sun
to start the
unveiling

time passes
but darkness holds
its grip on the night
wondering the cause
outside ventured

fog had settled
blocking the light
like a fairy tale dream
visible objects peeking
shrouded by mist
clouding the vision
erie feeling
another time perhaps

silence of the birds
as they waited
for their day
to begin
to forage for daily
sustenance

heat of the day
brings a sigh
of relief
songs of nature
awake as one

all is well
once more

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