JtC

Impeachment, working title

Submitted by smiley7 on Thu, 05/11/2017 - 7:34am

Simplicity

Innocence born

does not stay

birthing on cycle

to live again

evidence born by bad men

sailing into bergs, intention-ally

Suns do shine without the shade

rolling in the hay

memories spring from loins untouched

the dog sits by the side

little ones confide

hands slip closer in the night

reaching out for right

gambling for a better plight

Sailing with Motorcycles

Submitted by smiley7 on Fri, 04/28/2017 - 11:46pm


Corals reach beyond the bleach

swaying to accordions...

plastic gathers in tides of reason

pundits sing of re-awaking

mushroom clouds tweet of empty seats

gazillion

Purge the superdelegates

from the mist

of blood and tears

sweat

passed down in factories

children's

cover from hard rains

explained

morals, collectively

shared in misery

Burst the gangs of eight

Celebrating friendship

Submitted by smiley7 on Fri, 04/21/2017 - 6:20pm

...motivated by a breakfast meeting with a close millennial friend.

Life is a set of journeys; some chosen, many forced by circumstance, fate and the wind.

Along each journey multiple paths give opportunities for choices and from the experience of those good, bad, happy and grey decisions, knowledge comes.

Hence more journeys, more wisdom, potentially...

Electron's Mate and Cherokee

Submitted by smiley7 on Mon, 04/17/2017 - 9:28pm

Electron's Mate

Tides gripping feet
in Istanbul's pollution
dash meets night

long in sight, poison grew

cue

born of Jane

vinging pleasures

in Botticelli

never rubbing Buddha's belly

selling radio

fox hides and

jelly

grabbing angels

opulentus

If Clytemnestra knew?

Sucking corn of g m o's

stalking immigrants to go

protons sinking

Ice Cream

Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 12:16am

Marching down

the days before

pushed in dreams

of color...

Kindred of the poor

blessed in time and place

barefooted to cities of the night

taking flight

carrying Mother’s anger

and hating

it

a yoke of time, puritanical

Lifted, somewhat with age

infirmity at the door

wishing more delights

Granddaughters

Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 04/05/2017 - 6:01pm


Granddaughters

As I write, I worry about your futures

cause aspirations of two women, queens to be,

children of presidents,

Ivanka and Chelsea

dominate your playgrounds of artifical turf

lifted by money and the media it affords

seeping into the conscious of millions

overwhelmed by closets of red shoes

They may inherit the crown

Vegas bets so

Why was 6 afraid of 7?

Submitted by smiley7 on Sat, 03/18/2017 - 8:46pm

Because, 6 heard that 7 8 9.

From the beginning, 6 pleaded with fellow numbers to celebrate the opportunity the first grade provided...

let's play

and play, 6 did

through universities, over continents

up mountains, down rivers

on stage-and-off in many languages

keeping on

enlightened more by hippie fashion and colors

6 soared.

Smoking the way into new 'oblivions' of the numerous

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