Bella, reneau, jr., Reid, and Chandler - OMG! Day 8: aaduna's National Poetry Month Celebration

DARK WITH NO STARS AND THE BOONDOCK SAINTS

You felt the ego slid across

a pale torso, sinking into

the down memory lane.

Through hazy curtains of

frothy gin, you slowed near

dark with no stars, west

to the rearmost quarters

where lit neon of the Boon-

dock Saints stunted green,

teethed with the swirling

whorls of your heretic-form

collapsing into a mamba of

cigarette ash. You walked

on, walking the holed street

of Toulouse, hallelujahs

trickled from tiny wounds of

yellow-eyed streetwalkers,

gusto with which a rivulet of

cello and violin bunched by

the rising point of chicory on

white-bellied birds. In the red

sweeter mouth, your tongue

worked lost braiding calypso,

tendrils collaring flat, like dead

sons felled still on battlefield.

© 2016 Lana Bella                             

Nha Trang, Vietnam 

Lana Bella (photo provided)

             

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Oracle

this is not a brooding & dark that wants what it can’t have.

this is a chimaera, a mythological beast with the head of a lion

the body of a goat & the tail of a serpent.

this is not wetly oiled & intimate secrets,

not recollection’s revisionism, 

pulling cashmere lapels of fog over the damp ache of lost love.

this is the chameleon who lets us see what she wants us to see.

this is not better than it used to be when change is gonna’ come.

this is the elephant described by three blind men.

this is not the acquaintance you wave to in passing, the associate

who claims to have your back, or the friend most likely

to stab you in the back.

this is what is to be withheld & granted selectively.

this is not a mind of winter where springtime dies

beneath the demon frost.

this is the only thing worse than being blind is being

the only one who can see.

© 2015 henry 7. reneau, jr.                

Lindsay, California

Henry 7. reneau, jr.

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Creation’s Lemonade

Pain, sorrows sometimes darken your day.  Whether it is because of your own imperfections,

Misjudgments or simply life own disappointments it happens. 

Tears leak out your eyelids dropping moisture down your face.  The saltiness of the mixture then

Irritating.

But a fast moving bird in the sky catches my

eye.  In that moment of pure awe the misery

disappears. 

Is that creations lemonade? 

Looking at the blueness of the sky calms my broken heart.  The different s shapes of the clouds

awakens my mind and imagination to a healthier state.  The squirrels leaping from branch to branch

gives me joy

Creation gave me a cool glass of refreshing, sparkling lemonade this day.

© 2016 Dietra Reid                           

Baltimore, Maryland              

 

Dietra Reid (photo provided)

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Perplex Blessing

If it was to be lost in plain sight

What a disturbing matter this is

Unless a certain inquiring mind

Finds transparency to be useful

Because maybe it is never lost

How else can you move forward

If you allow fear and melancholy

To stand directly in front of you

Where there is no hiding from it

By lost something else is found

© 2016 Fred Chandler                                   

Los Angeles, California   

Fred Chandler (photo provided)

    

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