Oh, silent soul
that never sleeps
as dreams I dream
within the deep.
I go beyond
And question not
the wonder seen
as wonder sought.
I stir again
and wonder why
it seems so real
I can’t deny.
As shadows move
beneath my eyes
And ancient whispers
Release their sighs.
Toward the light
I search for seas
and sail thru them
in pleasant breeze.
In distant stars
your form appears
Transcending light
defeating fears.
In silent thought
of true delight
Two spirits join
in awesome flight.
Reunion’s home
all known before
To stay or roam
through open door.
Before the past
you soothed my tears
The first is last
there are no years.
Again we’ll meet
and take a vow
embrace today
the here and now.
Richard Lynn Livesay
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Chicken Bones
Stop! Let me off this bus of shame
I see the bridges broken,
Houses cracking,
Chicken boned children, starving.
Rib meat torn from their sides, trying to survive.
Lesser children of the garbage;
Unnoticed, unwanted,
Unloved, uneducated and unspeakable.
Bus ads want me to buy suntan lotion.
Drink tequila on sunny beaches and
enjoy my lucky heritage.
.
I sink uncomfortably into the seat of electro-introspection,
Thinking of oily bank accounts and Saudi harems,
I try in vain to re-write a poem.
Soon, we stopped for coffee in the city of critics.
I hoped to get a brain transfusion
Or maybe some new delusions, (grand or false)
The bathrooms were short on toilet paper
So I left them one of my manuscripts,
They seem to like my crap.
Then someone ask if I was famous.
“Yes”, I said,” I’m famous for not being known”
I adjusted my leg irons and re-boarded the bus,
Reported my SS number into the mic.
“When does this tour end?” I ask.
“There is no end” said the red faced driver.
I was perplexed.
I continued looking at the broken down towns,
Gagging in the smelly urinals
And forcing down “famous” cow burgers and oily fries.
Peering out, I
saw an unshaven soldier with one leg
drinking wine in an alley;
the chicken boned children
offering him a crusty piece of bread.
Uncomfortably a tear rolled from my eye
As I dozed, I thought about this species called human;
We kill;
We hate,
We fight and injure,
Lie, cheat and steal
And then hypocritically judge others.
I awoke to someone shaking me.
“Hurry, we’ll be late to church!”
Richard lynn livesay 2008
I see the bridges broken,
Houses cracking,
Chicken boned children, starving.
Rib meat torn from their sides, trying to survive.
Lesser children of the garbage;
Unnoticed, unwanted,
Unloved, uneducated and unspeakable.
Bus ads want me to buy suntan lotion.
Drink tequila on sunny beaches and
enjoy my lucky heritage.
.
I sink uncomfortably into the seat of electro-introspection,
Thinking of oily bank accounts and Saudi harems,
I try in vain to re-write a poem.
Soon, we stopped for coffee in the city of critics.
I hoped to get a brain transfusion
Or maybe some new delusions, (grand or false)
The bathrooms were short on toilet paper
So I left them one of my manuscripts,
They seem to like my crap.
Then someone ask if I was famous.
“Yes”, I said,” I’m famous for not being known”
I adjusted my leg irons and re-boarded the bus,
Reported my SS number into the mic.
“When does this tour end?” I ask.
“There is no end” said the red faced driver.
I was perplexed.
I continued looking at the broken down towns,
Gagging in the smelly urinals
And forcing down “famous” cow burgers and oily fries.
Peering out, I
saw an unshaven soldier with one leg
drinking wine in an alley;
the chicken boned children
offering him a crusty piece of bread.
Uncomfortably a tear rolled from my eye
As I dozed, I thought about this species called human;
We kill;
We hate,
We fight and injure,
Lie, cheat and steal
And then hypocritically judge others.
I awoke to someone shaking me.
“Hurry, we’ll be late to church!”
Richard lynn livesay 2008
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