Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Monday, November 21, 2011

Ninety Nine Versus One


The greenback thieves amassing
laughing all the way…clapping
the peasants occupy the clinch
in pop tents, sleep on a park bench
can’t afford slumlord rents
common man’s decent
heavily evident

Government instability; Tea Party
ways and means…
dissention and anarchy
in the seams
off track, face smack
politics wac!
the wealthy double-clutch
they stacks
on the bus, the poor ride the back
same ole same
up the dream track
can’t get no slack
now everybody’s black like Jack
The media like cholesterol
dishin out bad fat
Whassup with that!?

Union attacks, price hikes and
diminished worker’s rights
lower pay and
downsize swipes, like
broke-back mountain with
no lube for the booty tight
the rich laughin; countin they loot
republican puppets in cahoots



Like the Grinch been stealin
but, not that December night
doin they dirt in broad daylight
like, they could care less
the world is wound up tight
401k holders up in a fright
Everybody getting hyped like
Something gotta be done
Its 99 of us and
They make up only one

We gotta stand and fight
no more will we run
we gotta check the perspective
cause we under the gun
its 99 of us and
they make up only one

let all our knees bend
our children’s futures we defend
flip the script; we have to mend
we must:
break the greed of the one
for 99 of us…
God’s will be done*

The Lamb Sobs for Them


They’re neighbors, relatives and well knowns
evil walks the earth undisguised…
The coach who molds young men
the teacher who gives them knowledge
pedophiles and sociopaths that they are
unable to control their sick lusts
their whims lie in the realm of dementia*


False prophets standing on pulpits
preaching God’s sermons on Sundays
after molesting little boys on Fridays
another child leaps from a bridge-way
and the Lamb cries…Father why?

Little boy lured to the shower house
his 10yr old penis in his coach’s mouth
Who will help him to understand this?
Who will heal him from the evil twists?
His confusion and shame overwhelms him
No one was there to protect him…again
And the Lamb cries…Father why?

15yrs old, her hormones raging
An affair with a teacher; young mind dazing
Doesn’t he know she doesn’t comprehend?
Her teenage years have come to an end
her adolescence gone…baby born in sin
and the Lamb cries…Father why?

Deceitful liars, charmers and schemers
destroying the lives our precious dreamers
childhoods drowned in the murkiest deeps
of unimaginable horror…as Jesus weeps*


Falling in Love Everyday

I wonder if she hears the whispers
I breathe as she walks away
as she turns back and smiles
as my heart swells in bondage
to her eyes of mischief's lure

I wonder if she knows my pride
her mind my awakening from purgatory

and the blighted loneliness of  delusion
her voice the music of my sweetest fancies

I wonder if she knows...I love her so
that my loyalty shares her infinity
and my faith dances in her mystery
where she holds my worth captive

I wonder if she knows her gifts
my joy of her girlish wonderment
that she blesses me  with serenity
and a  divinity of gracious blisses
I wonder if she knows...I love her so*

Friday, November 18, 2011

I Always Will





If I touch you
Will you touch me too
If I kiss your lips
Will you kiss me back
Can it be just like that

When I look in your eyes
And glimps the joy I feel
Will you touch my cheek
When I call you my sweet

If I hold your hand
Will you hold mine tight
If I say “I love you so”
Will you say it too…though
You don’t have to
I know you do*

If You Really Knew


If You Really Knew


There is love; which transcends all
there is beauty designed by faith and
tenderness inscribed within a glance
and there is purity within a living sigh

An embrace that shivers within your spirit
and strengthens your heart with light
a kiss that warms your memories anew
that spreads like morning sunrise…and

there is true love…it’s wealth abundant  flows
that knows no bounds and fades not ever
caresses you in waves of euphoric awe
and breathes within our humbled breasts
there is a joy, a sweetness like no other…and

that peace; that spills and overwhelms doubt
that guides you in lovely wonders
it seeps and touches deeply, tenderly
within eyes that know your every dream

love that will always find you wanting
waiting for you in timeless, longing blisses
and touches your cheek at the edge of mystery
and creates the purest desire to…share

let it touch and hold you…free you*


“If You Really Knew”
Jon` B. Crenshaw
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