NEVER TO WANDER Hell smoke has gone to rest And gradually I condense Like caged cloud in a fist of steel Bubbling in a helpless circumference The rope to winch is strained to shreds But in my sleeping wings Am sure to find Healing capsules for my nasopharyngitis Bang I cry Please heed the call Kindly enclose me in Else […]
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CLICHÉD Beggars can’t be choosers, For there is no choice for losers, And as paupers we must stand with open hand. Seeing is believing, But can also be deceiving When you’re grieving that you’re down and out again. Cruising for a bruising, If you’re thin-skinned, makes excusing Your intrusions not so simple of a chore. Striking while […]
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Night of labyrinth VI I never intended to die in my dreams again With a staff of anguished of pain In a broad day hour In a sit of castled crown of devastation Weakly the hours of seeing in discrete manner Hope not to witness or see again in hours of failure Turn our thinking into waste garage In […]
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SMALL BEFORE THE SEA We have only pictures, A journal and rubble From what was a fixture To keep ships from trouble. A lighthouse, built sturdy, On Unimak island Around 1940, With Coast Guard as client. Five Guardsmen were manning The station that morning, Both horn and beam spanning The sea with their warning. At […]
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With her name in your mouth more than a word, a morning and everywhere on Earth at the same time, in daylight though once every year you eat an apple in silence as if a whisper could pull the stars down closer and closer to one another and from your mouth a second sun that has […]
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Pray, tell! Who plunged this abominable steel Into the great Iroko? There where lesser trees flanked The surviving relic of the realm. Who shot the gilded eagle Before it had executed the gods’ task But like Marathon Never relished the reward Save for Nirvana’s nicest niche. Who hurled bombs To this ancient market Where the gods send sale-spirits: […]
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Sandstorm Howling like a thousand wolves Throwing shadows that swirled around the walls The stand pounded and blinding Feels the stinging his arms and chicks To press the lips together to stop it entering his mouth Like bowing his head into his shoulder So that he could breathe The sand clung to them Coating over his skin Like a drop […]
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The Silver Store The store with an appearance viewed as “full of dust” is brushed aside by the sign that says “Free of Rust.” Its products have been free of scratches and fingerprint smudges, which the lines of ants haven’t made. They are clean enough to act as mirrors and containers for the sun’s heat. These […]
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Intrusion Forced entry into caves, mud huts, castles, log cabins, condos, has been a constant, despite best efforts of self defense, violent penetration usually resulting in looting, rape, slaughter, violation of the dwelling, yet more survive in modern times, courtesy of better law and order. Gary Beck/Ignition Point ‘Ignition Point’ is an unpublished poetry collection that looks at […]
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A Break In The System A dangerous man once said, “If it’s not perfect, then break it,” and he broke the system. Lines in the sand became gaping chasms, and voices that once rung the bell of change have shattered against a wall of benightedness. And we quake from the aftermath of his words, begging for not a lamb […]
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