Category: Poetry

  • Creeping Aloe Collapsed Today

    Creeping Aloe Collapsed Today

    In the Land of Desperation and Lost Dreams

    flag of injustice stands in sand

    blind ostrich doesn’t see

    cult universe manifests meanly

    billionaire oligarchs pay to play

    fifth degree initiate secret hiding

    cockroach in catacomb of killing field

    sexual assault victims dimly disappeared

    mercifully murdered, made unreal

    perverted pedophilic pleasure

    smugly smiling arrogant pride

    driving to cross-road of injustice

    lucky one escapes to preview

    message flapping in wind of change

    symbol of petty grievance flying high

    songful liberation ring notes nobody heard

    in whose soul survival is non-existently free

    proud to display personal deities

    sort-counting skulls of death

    mutilated mini-body burn buried deeply

    beneath torture tombs of revenge

    protected by silent arsenals

    fans of reality simply entertained

    vicariously derive joyful power high

    mean-spirited arrogant boss cons

    humiliate soulless sycophantism

    creeping aloe vera collapsed today

    stockholm syndrome has spoken

  • A Poem by BNG

    A Poem by BNG

    for Gayle


    broken wheels……..that you’ll never steal…..
    boulevards…..throw me down your cards…..
    second chances…….fleeting glances…..
    high on hopes…. but no one copes….
    glaxony wine….  full of time….
    second seconds….  second guessing….
    beautiful bush…. krazy kush….
    g to me…… heaven can see….
    she unveils……that sacred sail….
    down in Texas…… this isn’t sexist…
    heart open wide…. let’s go inside….
    out of time……she’s one of a kind……

  • A Poem by John Berry

    A Poem by John Berry

    Thank You John. May you soar with the Angels in eternity my Friend!

    For Gayle-

    Sand between our toes, we see sun-fire bring dawn-light from the Gulf.

    You taste salt sea breeze from life’s Mother redolent with fresh life-smell.

    But you are essence as much as the four.

    We hear the oak leaves whisper prophesies.

    But only you hear the words of them, though I own my soul as much as you yours.

    The Norther blows its purple-black sky-bruise, laced with lightning, spreading toward us.

    The wheat-waves dance in time to the wind-chimes.

    The Scots piper purs his second wind into his pipe-bag.

    Another breath winds through a French horn, as a free breeze blows straight across Aeolian pipes, then rising wind moves limbs as well as leaves.

    The hurricane blows rain straight level, mixed with paper, leaves, and food-scraps.

    Then cyclones add walls and roofs, and cars.

    As your breath voiced sweeps clear man’s trashing, it is not chance your name is Gale

  • Space Travel

    Space Travel

    Done too Soon is not Wise nor Responsible

    Nobody should be sending people to the moon nor anywhere else in space until we have cleaned up the messes we’ve made on this planet, learned how to get along with each other, ended all war, and there is a viable plan in place for how we will get all the spent rocket metal, fuel and other space debris out of the atmosphere so airplanes and birds won’t have to dodge that crap, it won’t fall on the earth, nor remain in orbit eternally polluting the sky.

    The “buffalo hunter takes an expensive vacation pleasure trip” attitude is not the right attitude for flying to the moon and beyond. Something tells me the universe isn’t going to tolerate a “here today gone tomorrow, let those left behind deal with cleaning up the mess we’ve made” attitude if it starts venturing too far from humanities earthly play pen. When are we going to stop waving a red flag at the rest of the universe to beware of our existence? When are we going to stop killing extra terrestrial visitors and attempting to steal their technology?

    It should be obvious to anybody who has ever experienced “download technology” or had ideas that seemed to have been placed into their brains telepathically, that using the information wisely and responsibly for the good of all is the only way to keep advancing. It’s spring. The birds are singing. “Wake up yourself!” Do you hear them? They know. They know. They know. Listen to them!

    IMHO we should not allow them to spend another thin dime of our tax payer money for space travel until ALL the pollution has been cleaned up, energy is free, water is clean, the animals are thriving and healthy, the cruelty of factory farming has been eliminated, the earth has stopped trying to shake us off like a wet dog shaking off fleas, the trees have been allowed to grow tall again instead of being treated like crops, every single person on the planet has a comfortable safe home to live in, there is no more war, health care is universally available, and everybody knows the value and importance of empathy because they have experienced it.