Heros

 David Carradine met George Carlin in prison,

 I would’ve said heaven but I don’t think they made it. 

I would’ve said in hell but I hope they are not there 

so maybe they’re in prison — purgatory shall we say 

somewhere between for a day or two or three? 

like the cat with nine lives spinning out of control 

praying for forgiveness for sins we do not know 

Is value more than what they made in fame and fortune here, 

my idealism of both, I still hold so dear. The 1970s youth I was 

seeking peace as a boomer I found not only in these two,

 but in Paul Harvey’s humor. 

Life

 Life is a roller coaster you ride blindfolded          you don’t know where the twists and turns are so you can’t lean into them.

FALSE IMPRISONMENT AS IT RELATES TO RAPE

a common secondary charge 

levied against the rapist

imprisonment for unlawful reason 

these conditions define it:

1. the victim did not consent to the detainment
2. the accused intentionally detained 
3. the victim was under duress caused by the accused 
4. it harmed them in some way

I charge SCOTUS with false imprisonment of an woman whom is impregnated during an unwanted sex act 

I charge SCOTUS for any woman harmed and in duress unable to move toward clearing their body 

I charge SCOTUS of intentionally detaining women throughout these United States by the act of rescinding Roe Vs. Wade.

On a Solemn Sunday

heavy air weighs down 

21 spindly Texas tomato vines

in my absence they grew too fast  

too wild and uncaged 

in a sunny meadow 

I felt secure with a nylon roof

on a bed of wild flowers 

I nibbled smoked salmon 

and sipped peppermint tea 

instead of going

for more groceries

I read Never poems

and avoided politics 

NaPoWriMo 2022 Cento

 Does it hurt? 

In afterwinter, I await not the rains of spring but its splendor.

Atrophy has taken the bloom 

Hold her close until it hurts

Realize the body is not yours.

I am found dead as dead can be.

Upon a recent visit to the house where once I resided

I was startled!

I saw sadness

I did not bring comfort

I was afraid of causing pain

exhausted final breaths change tones

Pain pierces my heart with love

I leave hurt by love

I have no interest in apathy

The pangs came in waves

Coaxes me into the realm of Idiocracy

The reason the blood loss

Slightly redder than sweet tea

A reason of resolution

The pink sky now dark denim, I click on my headlight

Life is too short

Focus on Clock

It’s been a minute

The masks have been lowered

Hard work and lots of luck

Each summer the echoes of the previous are brought to life.

The Bandstand

 

This poem was one of the featured concrete poems for April 29, 2022 NPoWriMo  https://www.napowrimo.net/

Poetic proverbs

 No marriage contract is made without a quarrel. ~ Hebrew Proverb

Source: https://proverbicals.com/marriage-proverbs

“Then, I just need to leave. If we can’t live together and say what needs to be said!”

The doorknob in my hand. 

She pulls at me, “don’t leave stand up for yourself, be yourself!” She pleads.

“Fine, Marry Me!” I shout back, “Then, I won’t be able to leave. We will be able to be ourselves without fear.” I take her hands in mine, lower my eyes, let the tears fall, capture my breath and voice. 

Softly I whisper, as I raise my chin and look into her eyes, “Marry me, will you?”

The contract made has been broken. I couldn’t say what needed to be said. I didn’t let her say what needed to be said. I was afraid of causing pain and didn’t want her to cause me any. 

But love is painful. 

So without shared pain there is no love.