Mar 27, 2011

State of the Poem

Maiden of the Press

They said I should go, relax, travel,
I'd been too long, too tense,
Needed to live to breathe,
Go see the sights, see some leg,
So they said.

Italy was great this time of year,
The travel agency had posters,
Planes to fly, Hotels to stay,
A car for the back roads,
So I went.

The plane ride seemed endless,
Customs had none,
The hotel was soulless,
The car my only salvation,
So I rode.

Campagnia was full of orchards,
Some were tourist stops,
Some were closed,
But one had a sign with no one in sight,
So I stopped.

There was only one building beside the house.
Where everything was lush and green,
Only one person to greet,
She asked if I wanted to see how they worked,
So I followed.

Inside I found more olives than I'd ever imagined,
Black and green,
Whole and mashed,
Standing at a vat, her arms deep in the oil, she struggled,
So I helped.

It was hot on that day, and her skin shone from oil,
Her breasts heaved with the effort,
My hands slipped along her arms,
The cog came loose, she asked how to thank me,
So we kissed.

It had been a long time for me, she was the guide to my tour,
Our hands spread the oil,
Our lips spread our heat,
Clothes slipped from us easily as we slid to the floor,
So we loved.

They were right to run me off, you know.
I got rid of the tension,
Learned how to breathe,
I sold my business, cashed in on my stock,
So I lived.

Now we have more help to run the orchard,
Three sets of hands,
And much more leg,
Our lovely young daughters have made our life sweet,
So I smile.

Mar 20, 2011

State of the Poem

Shifting Sands

The endless shifting sands of time
Cover the life of man and earth.
Like dunes moving under the pressure of wind
Man scatters and comes together
Buried by necessity and strife.

Each man makes his own way from the desert
Into society to trade, to profess, to love.
Yet the journey returns inevitably to the vacant lands,
Waiting and expecting the earth to shake,
For waters to rise, for a new time to begin.

New lands rise, new rivers are born,
Great pillars of wisdom are set up and torn down.
No bridge ties life together except the passage
Of time and experience of failure and dashed hopes.

As currents change
And the endless sands continue to shift
Man lifts himself up
And walks from the grasp of time
Into eternity.

Mar 13, 2011

State of the Poem

A Visit to the Apothecary


What would we do if we could use
An apothecary instead
Of the modern-day descendant
A pharmacist who gets their due
To sell us drugs made by someone
Else and prescribed by someone else
Would we tell them what to sell us
After having diagnosed our
Own dis-ease like so many of
Us when we go to the doctor
Demanding a prescription for
The latest cure-all medicine
We see on TV every time
We looked up at the tube last night
Or would we ask in humble voice
For a simple opinion
Of the apothecary’s care
What do to or what we should take
To ease our pain and make us well
Then let them grind their powders rare
And give us bags and poultices
Or powders for our warmed-up teas
Go home to rest their cures to work
And rise up well and go our way
Would we find ourselves better for
Our lack of fear about our health
The chemistry that helped even
If it was all sugar or if
Just an aromatic for us
To breath in good thoughts about the
Apothecary’s skill and work


October 17, 2010

Mar 6, 2011

State of the Poem

Saint Lucia

Afore
The hands of the Almighty
Can be a terrible weight;
Few have the spine of the saints

Love is the greatest of gifts;
And to whom much is given,
Much must be given in kind.

Promises made in His name
Should not be lightly broken,
Nor bartered for ill got gains.

So to the baronies of
Lammermoor and Ravenswood,
Came the right Earl of Lewis

To give his grace and judgment
On desperate acts of greed
And forlorn hearts torn apart.

Acts of the Blind
The maiden, Lucia, lost rein
As her mount tore across moor;
Heaven provided Edgar.

From over the River Dee,
He saved her at the cliff's edge
And fell into deepest love.

Their act went not unnoticed
By Normans, who'd spooked her horse
Brother Henry knew 'fore night.

Time and again on dark moors
Lover's met in secret vale
Drawn to a happy promise.

Edgar had to be away,
The Earl's missives to carry;
Pledges sealed with sweet kisses.

Already robbed all he could
From Edgar's faithful servants
Henry's greed hungered for more.

Arthur was sent proposal;
Henry would break Lucia's vow
For half Baron Bucklaw's gold.

Acts of Deception
Lucia's beauty was renown,
A flame to Arthur, heirless,
So to Lammermoor he came.

Henry knew to sway Lucia,
Edgar must seem the vile cad;
A forgery, another's vow.

The table sat, Lucia twixt
Conspirators plied sweet words,
But Lucia kept her own peace.

The Norman brought the false note
To the table with loud voice;
Lucia's cry drowned in hurrahs.

Henry pressed his advantage;
Lost with broken heart adrift,
Lucia gave in to her fate.

Arthur, proud to be the groom,
Set the date for the morrow,
Lest Lucia's willingness die.

The whole Isle was invited,
The biggest feast ever held;
Wedding two noble houses.

Acts of Regret
The wedding feast in full row,
Tables set, the wine aflow,
Liberties taken and giv'n.

Edgar arrived at ev'ntide,
He believed not eyes nor ears;
His love, married, was too much.

He spared no words for his scorn,
Told his love she'd pierced his heart;
He was true to only her.

When Lucia showed the letter,
Edgar knew she'd been deceived.
He sought Henry's heart with his sword.

Unable to bear the lies,
Lucia stabbed Arthur in bed,
Fled from scene and sanity,

Ran into a lightning flash,
Lost to all who loved and used,
To roam all of Lammermoor.

Edgar, vowed to join Lucia,
Fell upon the burning ground,
His sword placed there before him.

Be Resolved
The Earl placed his judgment seat
In the Ring of Callanish
Twas there he pronounced his words;

As God's justice for low men
Who seek to do sore evil
To each other and inn'cents

So they come to the devil's
Own end and find their dread souls
Cast into the selfsame pit.

The men of Lewis dug three
Days and tossed the bodies in,
Their titles buried with them.

Now the ev'ntide can sometimes
Be rent by the Lady's moans,
Wronged in life, barred from heaven.

Duin