I found god in the Colorado Rockies
Stretching his fingers and scraping them upon the peaks,
And down their declines to a deep river valley
Where his wistful tears flow so smoothly
‘Till they are damned up by ravenous imps,
The never-sated virulent epicures,
And exploited in progress’s name.
His tears turn to pensive in the ever-present dirge
That is the clapping of the skies and roaring of their rain,
And the rivers rush fast to break their wrongful incarceration.
Puzzling Rhymes
Constructing verse is like a puzzle,
Fitting together words that rhyme,
Mixing up and seasoning stew
As if out of tumultuous chyme
Constructing verse is like cooking,
Heating together words that rhyme,
Mixing up and seasoning stew
As if out of tumultuous chyme
Constructing verse is like a puzzle,
Fitting together words that rhyme,
Mixing around the jagged edges,
Relentlessly solving outside of time.
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Little Cracks
We all seem well put together from the outside,
But when you start picking at the strewn-out peck-ish pieces,
You see a glimpse of chaotic order
Deep inside trying to hide,
With little but tack pins and tape to hold together all the sane reaches.
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Lack Thereof
Numbness, bored-ness
Oh how it haunts us.
Daint-less not dauntless
Oh how fear taunts us.
As a fit of nothing;
The blank spaces are appalling
All I see about is white,
Just empty vast, devoid, un-right,
And even wrong some may just say,
For naught is unholy, unwholesome, dismay.
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Grove
To it I could look a
million times
And none the wiser
would I be.
Her immaculate beauty
and those towering
oak trees
Are a simple enigma all their own.
with each fervid glance,
a new nuance I do see.
Its inscrutable openness
is to behold sheer glee.