SUPERFICIAL
© William Kamen
Beyond the horizon,
clouds of dust and gas
formed,
creating a burning love.
Her body began to expose
a blue glow,
releasing energy,
with passion,
and swells.
For many years,
we were locked
in an orbital embrace,
until, the core
changed its appearance.
I migrated away
from the gravitational impact
of her overgrown,
shapeless matter.
Without support,
her body became a
red glow,
collapsed,
then died.
Posted: 1.20.11
A DYING DREAM
© William Kamen
Blame it on bureaucracy or whatever,
but I've been waiting two years
for the abandoned house next door
to be torn down,
and the other five on my block.
The sounds of vagrant rodents,
squeaking,
hissing,
grinding,
and the stench of urine in the dark wind,
coming from the feral house next door.
Whenever a peal of thunder moves in,
it begins raining decay.
Lead from crumbling bricks, peeling paint,
drifts toward my windows.
It sickens me.
What can I do?
I have been robbed of
an American dream.
Posted: 1.6.11
QUICKLY COME AND QUICKLY GO
© Mike DeVita
The visions and sounds
Of the Christmas Season
Quickly displayed earlier
And earlier Each Year,
Department stores advertising
Even while they still pitch
Halloween and Thanksgiving
The Silver Bells
And Sidewalk Santas ringing them,
Decorated Trees-
Each one more breathtakingly beautiful
Than the ones before them,
The rush of shoppers chasing sales
One after the other
Wrapped packages in the Offical Holiday Colors-
Red, Green, Silver and Blue
And every imaginable variation
With toppings of ribbons and bows and pushons
The Christmas Music on radio and tv stations
All over the world, each trying to
Out-do each other for holiday listeners,
Most starting their menu earlier each year
The impressively decorated houses
And lights galore in the neighborhoods,
Blowup figures that die each morning
Quickly brought back to life the next day
Santas and Snowmen and Reindeer galore
On lawns and rooftops everywhere
Elves and nutcrackers keeping watch
Along with shepherds, angels, wise men
And nativity scenes (where they are allowed)
Some decorators over do their craft
Reminding lookers of the old Victorian rule:
"If there is a space, fill it"
Churches and homes also bedecked
In myriads of Christmas type flowers
Ponsettias by far outweighing most others
But white roses, red carnations
And Amaryllis share the space
And then January 1st arrives
Another New Year
And just as quickly as they began,
Everything returns to normal
Decorations disappear like magic,
Ushering in the rest of a
Pretty much drab and dreary winter
Sometimes colored by snow storms
Here and there
Hopefully the joys of the season
Will remain throughout the rest
Of a New Year
Until Spring ushers in
Its own set of sparkling colors
Not manufactured by people
But by nature itself.
Posted: 1.6.11
A BLESSING
© William Kamen
A glow from above appears to me
with a human scent of fragrant blossoms.
And as I breathe in, the aroma fills me
with love and serenity.
I break free from all the wrong in the past
as I open the doors and my soul is purified,
like a child who has just been born.
I begin my inward journey of awareness
to explore life through my new lens of perception
Posted 12.8.10
PONDERING CHRISTMAS
© Mike Devita
Carols softly playing in the background
Happy children hastily opening carefully wrapped presents
Ribbons strewn to left and right amid the oohs and ahhs
of pure delight
Imaginary friends and Christmas elves watching silently
Santa traveling home, exhausted after his tiring journey
Toys become the highlight of the day
Moms and dads can finally breathe a sigh of relief
Adults celebrate the holiday through children's eyes
Sadly, too many forget the reason for the season
Posted 12.8.10
AN EXPLOSION
© William Kamen
She suddenly explodes and I can feel the heat
of her glowing rage on my body.
I flee from her wrath as darkness reveals itself,
like a prisoner escaping into the night.
Now that night is the day,
shock fades into sorrow,
like the sudden death of a loved one,
and my head spins with burning questions.
How could this happen?
Did I see this coming?
How can this be fixed?
How long will the healing take?
What once was paradise, now lost,
as she unleashed a toxic poison on the surface
and greater perils below the surface,
as the tainted seaweed cried out in despair.
The images of a barren beach where families once played,
now home to seabirds covered in black,
and their wings thrashing upon the sand,
fueling my perception of loneliness and loss.
The door of hope is always open,
However, deception and secrets made me a traitor to all.
My fears and beliefs will
test the reality of a recovery.
THE LANGUAGE OF DRUNK
© William Kamen
Three sheets to the wind, the boat meanders,
Hammered with repeated blows.
Euphoric, triumph will prevail.
Loaded with accessories,
Annihilates the blue screen of death.
Naggin-bottle, empty and sweaty.
Groggy from exhaustion and blows.
Under the weather deck,
Addicted in a weakened state,
Giddy, as dusk approaches,
Erunk, The past becomes present.
Oiled on troubled waters,
Fried from battling the waves.
Drunk with passion to reach
Rocky land in the far distance.
Under the influence, controlling my fate,
Newcastle, on the horizon,
Knowing, the safety of the harbor.
THE NAME’S THE THING
© Mike Devita
Sumatra ,
Sorrento ,
Rodeo Drive,
Mayan...
Exotic places?
Not really.
Pecan praline,
Vanilla Nut,
Hazelnut,
Chocolate almond...
Special nut types?
Not hardly.
Diamond Pear,
Wild Mountain Blueberry,
Summer Raspberry,
Perfect Peach...
Amazing fruits?
Wrong again....
Mudslide,
Creme Brulee,
Irish Cream,
Butter Toffee...
Wonderful desserts..
Close.
Refreshing, enjoyable
Coffee K-Cups
All the rage!
Bye Bye Starbucks.
FRAMES
© Mike Devita
Containers
That hold
Images
of the important people
and Those special
Moments of our Lives
Round,
Squarem
Rectangular,
Vertical....
Varied in size and shape
Just like
the people
Captured within.
Mountains,
Desserts,
Swimming Pools,
Parties,
Special Events from
The corners of our Mind
Celebrating all the Happy Times.
Family
past
long past
even ancient
some yellowing and brown
within the frame
perhaps special to the viewer
more significant to the owner
memories
to share forever.
THE TOP OF THE STEP
© Lynda deGreif
We sit at the top of the step
And sniff and look around
My brother is a Labrador
And I’m a Basset Hound
They say my ears hang so low
That I always look so sad
But when my tail is in the air
They know that I am glad
My brother likes to fetch
A ball is his first love
At night we both love to stretch
At the feet of the ones we love.
PONDER THIS
© Asteria
Journey beyond your wildest dreams
And find nothing except the stars
Strange mercies and discontent voices
Are yours tonight for the taking
It is all a part of the lightest thoughts
That control your atmosphere
Have they ever wandered so far away from home
That you witness them on a billboard or magazine
