Poetry Blogs (2019, Death)
Martin Elder on Some thoughts on the definitions of "Smudge" as per Merriam-Webster (57 minutes ago)
What we think is lovely
shapes what we think
What we think is good
defines the bad.
Life defines death.
Long defines short.
High can't exist without low.
The Spirit-filled teacher
is not trapped
in the pull of opposites.
with her mouth shut,
with non-possessive warmth,
setting them free.
Thursday 25th April 2019 10:01 pm
It's hard to live a making, hard, hard to make a living
even without the exorcist interferes. I've been a fog
harmer, a hog harmer. I have hogged farms all my life
and my father's life before that. I'm so mad I can't talk right
and the priest will probably say I'm witch crafted too.
I've already paid the lawyer more than the pork
is worth. The lawyers available to represent ...
Thursday 25th April 2019 9:37 pm
On a snowy day,
In a dimly lit street,
An ailing girl, utterly dismayed
Perches under the canopy of an enormous tree.
Looking towards heaven,
Her eyes well up a little.
Perhaps she’s waiting for someone special,
But all that comes to her are snowflakes, frosty and brittle.
She digs up the icy earth
With her gloved fingers.
And buries a white rose beneath the...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:39 pm
Mortality stalks me
like a jealous lover.
Breathlessly follows me
wherever I go, incessantly
banging a gong,
it won't be long,
come to me, let
the pain end.
My eternal soul sees
this game of mortal gods
and challenges me
to go where mortals
fear to tread...
Meditate in silent space
past the black hole,
to that ...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 5:35 pm
I watch you silently
Tears sparkling in your eyes
I wonder if you want the comfort
When you won’t tell me why (you cry)
You go about the day
As normal as can be
I wonder how you smile
But I know the truth inside (you cry)
Your voice seldom wavers
And your friends never see
But alone you start to lose the mask
And I can see the cracks (you hide)
Monday 8th April 2019 9:03 pm
Road crashes are every minute
Here and there, in every point
More than a million killed a year
And speed is death, no doubt
“Drive Safely” is only choice
ٍSafety belt, has no "price"
Come back safe for the family
We live "once", not twice
Road is not real excuse
But the behavior is a main cause
For crashes all over that world
No more anger .. no abuse
Friday 5th April 2019 9:08 pm
I remember hearing my father's voice
from beyond the grave.
No dream—a single, scratchy vinyl
had captured his characteristic
lilting, homiletic style,
in and of itself,
to be the message—
no surprises there,
yet a resonance
and stays with me
Friday 5th April 2019 2:17 am
Clubs, ace to king, prepare for a day of wicketness.
Yoga (downward dog) helps. Limbering ointment
promises more flex, less ache. If cards crease, it's
Off with their heads!
Diamonds are dispatched to capture
hedgehogs. They trek into the woods with hedgehog
horns and nets. Problem is, hedgehogs who've played
croquet past years are not invited for rematch.
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:23 pm
Player piano in the empty funeral parlor foyer cranks
out old standards with a Dixieland flourish. The old
wooden cross. How great thou art. Take my hand precious
Lord. No one hears it. No one is here to discuss pre-planning.
No one peruses coffins for his aunt who has been sick so long
the family forgot she would die. No one is scooped out
by grief at the accidental death o...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 11:07 pm
I cursed the day that you were born.
I waited, breath baited, for your last to be drawn.
I’d always imagined that when the day came.
I’d celebrate your demise with the finest champagne.
That on the day you laid down and died.
There’d be joy in my heart and a spring in my stride.
I’d throw my hands high in the air and wave.
I’d skip through the streets to dance o...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:43 pm
One of my favorite games
to play as a child
was seeing shapes
in the clouds:
It was one of the
of my childhood.
As I grew up,
I began to see
Now in the archway
of my golden years,
I see beauty that
brings me to tears:
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
Less Than a Second
Less than a second
is the time it takes to fall in love.
That summer night
you walked out of the bright house
on to the dark deck
ready for the next day's wedding,
already celebrating every damn thing
anyone could think of,
laughter floating out of your pores
Friday 15th February 2019 8:40 pm
written for a friend on the loss of his adult son. I couldn't show it to him.
It's over now
the sands have run
there's no return
this thing is done,
and joy belongs to yesterday
when we sure of our tomorrows.
My son you were my other self
my present - and my future
and now this ash - this inert ash
is all I have - is all I am.
If I could ask - if you coul...
Friday 15th February 2019 7:51 pm
It seems not to know when to end
Words that proceeds are incomparable
What I await in the end is my morte
Death is what no one wishes for
There is no one who wants life to end
The only one who seems distrained
I am displeased by my society
It transcends anguish in my soul
But cessation I await with a smile
All my wears and tears on earth remains
No one to help me estimate my worth
I am ...
Thursday 14th February 2019 2:14 pm
I inhale the tears
welling up in my eyes.
Feeling like I don't have
the right to cry for
letting so much time go by
without saying hi,
how are you doing,
what's new in your life?
I "kept in touch"
on social media,
and food for
people who didn't
know your name.
I was proud of you,
Monday 4th February 2019 4:04 am
I attempted suicide,
But I didn't die,
Not losing my life,
But what it means to be alive.
I'm drained of all motivation to continue,
But also of all strength to follow through,
I shouldn't be here,
It hurts, but it's true.
My days feel so long,
My existence feels so wrong,
I can't look at life the same,
Because I simply don't belong.
I can't be happy,
Saturday 26th January 2019 10:12 pm
Is there sex after death ?
A fascinating concept
But let's keep the topic formal
Are we talking Necrophilia
Or something Paranormal ?
If you intimate the former
I must caution self-restraint
It's illegal in this country
And I don't know where it ain't
But if you mean the latter
I submit this brief synopsis:
The outcome could be mutual
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 4:16 pm
Ashes in a jar
It has been said, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Not always lies and deceit, or other people’s pretentious
How can we even know where the path will be
The sign often obscured, impossible to see
Is it the left hand path, or maybe the right
Or, perhaps the middle ground leads to the light
Left wing and right wing mean little to me...
Saturday 19th January 2019 7:55 am
You do not exist anymore
You are absolutely nothing
Unconscious, intangible, not there.
You exist in my mind,
You live on through that funny anecdote
That recipe, that legacy, our memory.
You are my tragic backstory,
The key to solving why I am the way I am
What you made me...
Friday 18th January 2019 7:55 pm
Live life today,
Like there's no tomorrow,
So forget about the pain,
And embrace the sorrow,
Life is a struggle,
That we all go through,
Searching for deeper meaning,
And contemplating whats true,
Beauty and complexity,
A trip through the divine,
It can't be mere coincidence,
It was done by design,
At first we are taught this is it,
The material is all that's there,
Then what is my p...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 5:54 am
it pulls back, tight,
a finger falls away
flung through the air
till it hits
a heavy stone sunk at the bottom of my stomach
but you’ve left the slingshot on the bench outside
and I don’t know how to leave you on that bed
a cold hand still holds my heart
instead, you’ll stay
a heavy stone sunk in my stomach
I’ll never leave you behind
I’ll take you everywhere
Wednesday 9th January 2019 9:10 pm