Monday, May 18, 2009

i sit beside rivers

By thom moon 10
(Thom the World Poet)














astrologers advised(if i wait long enough
i will see the heads of my enemies floating past
yet all my friends have fine and furry heads
and waiting only changes me

i listen more and deeper now
to what you say and do/it changes me enough
(i will change my name again
since i cannot change you

i watch this day like a hawk
looking for some point of contact
gannet strike into deeper water
in search of the perfect one

this ocean of air dried up
summer moved in her heated furniture
emptied the foreclosed planet so we
could write our own versions of history

in progress and under continuous assessment
we each see the same gun
but only one gets killed by a policeman
the other wounded and discharged

as if a circus -giving money to the rich
so they can make more profits
allows a temporary presidency
until the bills come in

elder trees with oak wilt
elder activists with compassion fatigue
aging population asks for health costs
to be borne on the back of the young

imagine a silent movie
with no commentary soundtrack
and you would have to distinguish between
images,mirages,illusions,mirror tricks

reflecting upon armageddon
only changes reflections
point your solar powered eyes towards one moon
she will cycle and recycle you

and even stars cannot be seen
cities industrial waste 's gleam
as smog around the fog of wars
is peace lifestyle worth fighting for?

May 16, 2009

Included (with permission) because I love it - and because I can justify its inclusion on the grounds that Thom has been a guest workshopper to this group in the past. - Rosemary (Facilitator)

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Trouble with Being an Emigrant

By M Cunningham Webb














Distance causing isolation
From those I felt were close,
Connection so important
Slips away, I feel morose.

Confidences, familial news
No longer sent my way,
‘No need to trouble her with that,
She’s much too far away.’

Desperately I crave inclusion
Still no letters of affection,
Busy lives and other ties
Replace the strong connection.

Chinese whispers run amuck
Words twisted and misquoted,
Miles impede communications
A villain, I’ve been voted.

Dissension stirs within the clan
New hurt, some gossip mongrel
Has dug the chasm wider still,
Slander scapegoat, tribal libel.

Long distance now in heart and soul
No chance for my redemption,
No explanation can I produce
I am guilty, by presumption.