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Had Another One of Those

 

Had a bad day
Unpaid bills on the desk
Kids demanding designer clothes
Toothaches without dental insurance
Partners who don’t want sex today,
Or most days, for that matter
Because they’re thinking
About the bills, the kids, the secret pregnancy
Taking out their frustration on who is closest
Rising heating bills during a February snap
Internet companies that overcharge
Because you d...

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stressing

You Are a Masterpiece

 

Every one of us produces
at least one unparalleled masterpiece
in our lifetime,
but most of us never live long enough
to find out what it was.

 

–Limericist 2008

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God's poemmasterpiece

Indoctrinated

The doctrine of the Manichees
turns soft neural tissues
to split-pea soup in hot skull bowls.

This teaching inspires
religious-political devotees
to love hatred and seek fake justice--

The doctrine requires
a Star Wars "Evil Empire."
A grim villain who will lung-breathe
on hackled necks, fomenting the masses
into a mad frenzy.

They must eliminate
the demonized
until their angry ...

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manipulation

Wake the Woke

It is always easy
to think that we could
do better than our parents,
until we are one.

It is always easy
to think that we would
be kinder than others were
without knowing their struggle.

It is always easy
to accept current propaganda
as certainty
until we have
identified with another culture.

It is always easy
to condemn our historical figures
with 20/20 vision
from the safe ...

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Wake up!

I Can Almost See You

Your wind-blown hair fell across
your face with autumn eyes,
purified by crushing loss,
your smile hid silent cries.

Your elegance was not in vain.
Your core, I longed to share.
Your grace was like a mystic chain,
entranced, on you, I’d stare.

Eros could not sing your glory.
The world would burst in flame.
Much more than skin-deep beauty,
putting vulgar thoughts to shame.

Our lon...

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beyond this lifeheart acheLove lost

Attending Phantom

Rolled out feeling fat and dumpy
feeling ugly and useless, quite a typical
morning. Stump into the bathroom to dribble
because that is the current stream.
Mirror mirror, what is that? Is that thing
familiar? Oh-- hi me. Barely.
What am I seeing? Over the decades,
the same scene has replayed like
groundhog's day.
The, now, baggy eyes
disapprove. There is raw disgust.
But why? Was destiny...

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Self-awareness

Traveling Mercies

The road ahead divides
into a many-headed hydra
with each long neck coiled
as if to strike imminent doom.
At the forks,
a knight atop his steed
weighs his journey.

Each path demands a decision
to navigate their circuitous route.
If any are to reach
their holy grail, they must
throw caution aside. To obtain
their desire,
their dream,
or their nightmare–
one must risk everything.

...

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life's journey

His Shining

Handed down from unknown ages,
a secret locket carried from birth,
an inscribed angelic amulet
--barely noticeable, but
always with him

Its ancestral origin was unknown,
it dangled above the baby boy,
a spinning mobile before his wide eyes
watching and calling,
the boy cooed at it
and heard an ancient name then,
now, and to come

He rode his tricycle down a big hill,
a dump truck w...

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Tea Time

I am delighted to sit here with me,
at three,
enjoying a cheery cuppa tea.
My heart blissfully
allowing myself to be
with nothing to do
but dream
with steamy caffeine entering
my bloodstream
Just considering
how I came to this point
seeing
I am royalty
to sit here with myself singing free
but understand, please
it was not easy,
I think
you would agree

If you, with me, would sip...

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Tea Party

Snap

Snowflakes drop a blanket
like Christmas at Easter.
Three vain Narcissus
Woo with their gold,
ice-encased.
Calendar demands
teeth
Tears with each snap.
Acidic stomach, head throbs,
last night’s wine.
Dreamt I could fly.
Felt so real.
Why wake up?
Morning report:
dead crow on the road
would not leave the kill.
Snow displacing sun,
a white lie;
birds sing, go away, go away,
sittin...

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Physic


Seated still,
change is speeding up
now I see light
an alien grimaces back in my bathroom mirror
every day, I think I'll capture my story
from the coasts
of personal and private,
woven points of light and dark
but still, I can not,
meantime, I AM
cycling a scrambler in and out
where no "here is me" can be determined,  
but a fanning multi-me

our ball travels
a billion-mile oval
...

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Captivated By The LighteliminationPhysics

Do Not Forget To Flush

By Brian Hodgkinson Jr.

 

Imagine one could dump
the "what-ifs" into the toilet,
then flush all of it
to swirling oblivion.

The evening news,
the internet,
the persistent messages,
bombard the mind with enough explosive
impact to cause shell-shock.

We hunker down,
wait for one ugly thing
to resolve,
then the news flashes again,
"What if the next is worse?"

What if
those ...

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Today

By Brian Hodgkinson Jr

"Good Morning, Daddy God
Help me focus on this new day.
Brush aside the cobwebs of confusion.
The world news is dismal as usual.
I am sure glad we humans are not in control.
We certainly know how to botch it all up.
Bring the inner focus back to what matters,
which is only YOU in the here and now.
Thank you for your unconditional love.
Thank you for your mercy.
...

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god loves all

Extinct Possibility

Like angels pinhead dancing,
we have truly lost our way,
to live the fat anointed life
for fossils, we will pay,
radiation will not go away,
as oceans flood the bay.

Thus, the Machiavellians
enjoy their little rants,
and the paid-off scientists
are bribed with oil grants,
pretending they cannot decide
if CO 2 will raise the tide,
boost the climate worldwide.

For political advantag...

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Like the Sun

“The sun of righteousness will rise” –Malachi 4:2

Love for Life,
the Light of Life--
Lighthouse for the soul

Navigate
the water’s strife
is the sailor's goal

The Lighthouse beams
with gratitude,
warns of jagged shoal

Lamp-lit Sun
for all at sea,
Lighthouse of the soul.

 

 

Limericist 2010

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lighthousesunrise

Streaming Relief

Saw him crying,
a friend's father died today,
what can anyone say?
--the emptiness of trying

in that, this passage
of advancing age
we all are departing,
puzzled by the parting

filled with fears,
and pent-up tears
trying to make sense,
of a tangled past-tense

memories stab
the inner core like
clawing a scab
scratched bloody,
grief
an unwanted buddy
the only relief

trying...

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griefmortalityTears

The Man in the Mirror

Woke this morning
with fuzzy words coming into focus and replaying,
the leftovers of an unfinished dream.

I heard this phrase whisper,
"business-like relationships from
business-like communication..."

Often, the strange thought-flashes
upon waking are only a jumble of junk
that fizzle away into nothingness.
But, this time, I fixated on the idea.

Right then, it occurred to me
that ...

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codependenceloverelationship

Floaters

Isn’t it easy how other things
can begin to define us?

Boiling in this infernal informational
depot of screens
rot seeping creeps in and forms us
if we let it,
and even if
we think we didn’t.

A curious youth
took a peek through a dark taboo portal:
“I wish I didn’t see that.
I can’t get it out of my head.”

I don’t want your damned reformation,
whoever you are.
However–

I rem...

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old stuffsame old stuffspace junk

Unlimited Mercy

*

It looked and smelled like the excrement
of a giant bull, a pile of you-know-what.
Then it moved.

A giant snapping turtle went to explore
after its customary swamping-grounds
were submerged from torrential rains.
Without intervention, it was stepping to
its destruction in search of another
mudhole.  

It had ruled the same sewage
runoff swamp for several decades.
But now, it was...

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mercifulness

VR

***

I don't wanna watch that
because it already happened,
and happens inside me when I do.
Our culture is enamored with
the psychology of observing life
rather than living it.

Why do we love to watch evil?
Why do we love bloodshed and pain?

We think,
as long as it's happening to someone else;
as long as we're not the one--
if we just watch and feel,
what we witness isn't real,
...

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realityscreensthe law of attraction

College Contemporary Ethics Class

 

Shuffle in lugging, Go to the back
In this damn room again – so drab
The decor is frontal-lobotomies
Yellow painted cinder-block, Walls
Conduct the outdoor chill into me
1950’s rowed desks contort to fit
Instruments of cruel endurance
Under quarter inch vinyl pads,
riveted steel – a cold path up
Some nostriled grunge drips out –
Smear it, paint back of index finger
Human sounds, as...

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poem from college

Rhyme & Reason

*

Right here, right now
is how & what, & where,
to be--
for nowhere else
has the key;
could it ever be?

This is it,
of a timeless Rhyme
set in space--
atomic time.

Anomaly or intention?
Accident or invention?
Stop-- and check-in--
since this is the occasion
to lose--or to find,
a flowing mind.

*

 

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purposerhyme royal

To Everything

*

Evening darkness soon descends
forecasts the year’s frigid end
youth’s summer gently falls away
Halloween ghouls come out to play
patchwork trees flaunt rusty leaves
cornstalk scarecrows dressed in sheaves
croaking sentries guard a field
exhausted earth cannot be healed
fleeing geese, v-shaped escape
fear the northwind’s howling gape
death is here with icy claws
snowstorms bury all...

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agingresurrectionSeasons changewinter

Since a Warrior

*

reckless begins the odyssey
when all feeble ties abandon
and shrewd the wish to chart the stars
until a Dipper pours its angel dust
and blind Orion's sword finds its mark

how terrible the dare that motivates
a brazen sailor to kiss
the face of Devil's Thumb
that allows blood-mingled tears to cleanse
doubts before each vision, intruding
yonder barred horizons
        
by an elect...

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Life is for livingriskwanderlust

Hobo

*

He came into my life
with his fuzzy mustache clown smile,
sorry and happy at once
he was running, just running
down that road by himself,
singular --he seemed
bent on self-destruction

then he flashed his look at me
as I was driving home in my new car
at first, I didn't know what he was
it was raining, mucky, with poor visibility
he was matted thick with mud
but I saw those eyes,
...

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A Certain Valentine

To My Valentine -- V V

*

  Our love is very patient
      we crave to share always
        & we are very confident
       we can make our ardor blaze
      when we show we are competent
     our desire becomes a craze
      our energy feels omnipotent
       we flex our passion plays--
        our mighty dance is fervent
         we imitate ballets
        & when our force is final...

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Photomask

*

time stopped after faces smiled--
squinting at square time-capsuled windows
books packed, amber remains to portray
slices of cryogenic experience

yellowed paper in brittle plastic sheathes
stare back at me-- voices call
to the nowhere places that are not
wishing, wondering, "what if?"
--look for some dimensional door

some resemble me too, horribly so
the mocker looks artificial,...

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emotional painmemorysadturn back time

Kenyan Morning

*

Is it possible to yearn for a place and time
solely for its colors?
Green is my favorite color
so familiar, but not in our old garden
Everything was an out-of-this-world green
looking out our backdoor in western Kenya
nothing could match the crackling vibrancy
of glowing full-blooded chlorophyll
it seemed too good to be true
Open the back door, imagine a valley
shrouded with luminou...

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colorsKenyaLongingmorning air

We Sat There

***

Two vacant park benches
under an old gray pine
are slate and damp
with dingy mold,
moss & pine needles
coat cracked seats
& tables crisscrossed
by mucus slug-trails–
        
A gray squirrel grips a stray
acorn between razor teeth
to sit and nibble under chilly
ashen bowers; this somber
winter day of the newborn
year. We sat there.

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longinglovemissed opportunity

Haiku #7 2021

***

spring is springing up:
green fingers pierce through the ice,
no force can cancel.

 

Limericist 2021

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cancel-culturehaikuWinter to spring

My Writing Senryu

***

Writing about life:
Writing for an audience?
Yes, I write to me.

***

 

Limericist 2021

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commentarypoetry is not panderingthinking out of the box

Twister

a vacuous gunmetal dervish spins
column of swirled perdition
howls like Bedlam let
loose foundations
yanked uprooted–
–stare deep in
its eyeless
last face,
hypnotic
swirls
the

streamers of graphite sky curl down
like monstrous wiry arms
war of the world
deceptive in
appearance
weak;

insanely steady its fickle
course, this berserker balls
voracious with revolving
maw inhales...

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nature poetrytornadoes

Fall On Me

What I recount here wasn't a dream
Clouds cracked open a spotlight sunbeam.
Pinpointed on me, whose mind was in sorrow.
I desperately needed a job by tomorrow.
At the end of my rope by the cold reality,
our dwindling supplies were depending on me.
Stranded in Hawaii, before traveling the earth,
We went there for training to share the new birth.
Sold everything we owned, flew as a family.
...

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Red

This is based on a true story. In 2010, I was extremely ill with pneumonia from H1N1. I was in the VA for 2 weeks. I came home no better because I couldn't get out of bed. I got an encouraging kick out of a cardinal dancing up and down outside my window. He wanted me to get up and put a peanut on my sill. This is a rework of High Note, more accurate to the actual event.

 

Red

We like to t...

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African Wise Man

We walked together
with many smiles on those dusty Kenyan roads.
You taught me how to see
through your African face. We laughed. We wept.

I was a young, 28-year-old, hot-headed foreigner,
but you patiently led me by the hand
and showed me your home, taught me your language and customs.
You were my multilingual interpreter.

You were wise, and I, often, foolish.
So many times, I tested ...

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africanamerican cultureTravels

Living in the Real World

***

What is the real world?
Now, where do we live?
Can't we forgive?
Do we ever learn?
Our minds like a sieve?

Some say, "We need war."
But all war is hell --
Yet peace we repel
The twisted with hatred
are under a spell.

The real world is we,
The real world is them--
Sharing, to free --
Diverse as we are,
Can't we disagree?

Now, it seems
fear is ruling our day.
"Might is ...

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Almost Entered

 

O moon, why are you vain tonight?
inflated with yourself so bright
I walk this forest meadow lit
by your luminescent grin

You cause the trees to cast about
as giants stumble when they doubt
from shadow creatures thin and stout
the crickets make a din

I see a chanted castle grand
upon a misted hilltop stand
it’s stretching out a ghostly hand
that tempts me to come in

The visi...

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castleselvesreoccurring vision's

Already Written

 

The aged book filled with leaves turns to unveil a man, Atlas-like – bowed, broken, & torture racked on a wooden frame. In the book, crushed down and up again.

Millions say the words live. Entertain, and watch stony hearts become flesh. Others blame. And this way, remain the same: habitations of corpses. Who, rather than listen, rage. Saying the book’s aim is insane. Thus, death’s reign is...

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Window Frame

 

All of life is poetry
a half-baked layered poem
my window is the picture frame
that calls my eye to roam

frozen silent evergreens
with dark serenity
they're preaching self-reliance
but hide mendacity

November leaves dead yellow-brown
swirl littered on the road
their song tells of an aging dream
that failed to unfold

a needled pine stares blackly down
unwilling to release
b...

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