2009 E-Book Poetry
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Between Christmas and Thanksgiving If It’s One to Ten She’s a Twelve Man and Twelve String Guitar Make History The Way My Sisters’ Children Used to Play Norms, Values and People Who Think They Have the Right to Tell You What to Do |
The Graveyard Gives Way back in the woods down paths and trails Where snakes live and some bobcats and deer There's a small graveyard for Revolutionary War Soldiers and some of their family on a bluff above The fertile valley and what the English interpreted As "Crow's Run" which it is still called today ... It Was named so by Native Americans because there Were so many crows that used the tall hemlocks that Once interspersed the Valley as a natural sanctuary Resting and nesting there above the large stream and Nearby river - (a land full of all kinds of natural resources) Today one may wonder why a graveyard is in such a spot And when people don't know - they speculate in tales But, of course, there's a history that explains the ghosts The land there has a love-fest with these strong spirits Shape-shifters, mixed blood of French, Irish and Indians Homesteads, raids, wild animals, revolutionary war heroes And further east outside of Philadelphia there's a graveyard Located by where Merck & Co has some big corporate offices It is there I did sit and read some of Wallace Fowlie's book Modern French Poets and slept a bit under a tree in grass With old tombstones and monuments and a sky blue sky There's something a graveyard gives that's ... ... ... ... Of life and death there's the appreciation of energy and of Life and death itself --- the living --- the dying --- life. Death. Alive we strive for what?! Driving down the highway With the windows down and the river on one side of me and A concrete block wall overgrown with a variety colorful weeds Yeah, just today, listening to Dylan's Knocking on Heaven's Door How it sweetly, poetically reminds us of our mortal connection (Dylan's version is best but he'd say Jerry Garcia did it better) And there's something in the unknown knowledge of death that Makes us want to live and be so alive - And yet by be-ing oh so Alive there's something that makes us wanna die and maybe OD On some pills taken down by some Jameson's Irish Whiskey or Maybe in an unfinished basement cutting your veins longways And bleeding blood - Loving life and wanting death with a smile.
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mystrawhat-2009 |