ShadowsCool
07-02-2011, 11:29 AM
5 Poems
(I) The Hollow Tree
A spark, a seed
A tree, like me
We grew.
Having friends come by
Sing their songs
On our perch;
We went out to play
Dreaming of another day.
Like me
She had her Spring,
With blue jays darting by
And wet kisses
Under an apple tree.
In Summer
We grew strong
By the charge of lightening,
We made our shadow
Cast a great canopy.
In Fall
She'd match
The orange sky brilliantly;
But Like me
She felt her urge to slow
Relax her leaves,
Letting them go where they may.
Then came winters freeze
When we waited on that warm day
For its calling breeze
To lift our way;
A distant perfume
So together we could dream.
But these days
She no longer runs
Sweet with maple,
She's now dry
As a hollow tree.
As is me
A crusted bone,
Staring down death
In my own soul.
Now the hollow tree
Hangs there forlorn,
With less of her to see
Her branches on the ground.
She plays with me no longer,
She lays perfectly still,
With I under
Tears filled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(II) This Disaster Called My Heart
Deep in this disaster called my heart
There's nowhere I can rest,
Nowhere...
I can call home.
An earthquake shook me,
A tsunami took me away,
Sweeping away...
The me I used to be.
Now in my half dead dreams
I wake from nothing,
Nothing...
Is what it seems.
A man with no core,
I'm just a spent rod,
No one...
Can come close to.
For the intense burning from my heart
Just trickles lonely out to sea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(III) Welcome to Auschwitz!
Third trip of the week for the smiling conductor
His shoes all smooth and polished,
A rich black that glitters against the daylight,
His hands in a waving motion.
He pulls up the train lever
With a mechanical shout
He yells all aboard....
While dressed in a crooked smile.
The sun gleams beautifully
Against his silver emblem,
He checks both right/left out of habit
He dashes off out of sight.
The train continues along its journey
Winding and churning,
A monotonous motion,
Chugging on and on against the same air.
In the boxcars,
A slither of sun reaches and cuts into the dark air,
Piles of dead spirits are lined against one another,
Against the wood, against the steel,
Against anything that stood in there.
Inside piercing screams, terrified eyes
Blacker than the under-body of a steel rail,
Listless cars that carry listless souls
Somewhere against the formless horizon.
Embattled bodies, half dead
Dirty corpses, half tired,
Cold bones, vile fluids
Shivering, shaking, never waking
Nightmares.
A screeching light suddenly invades
With a pitch of steel scraping steel,
Bangs and wails, screams, barks
Commotion, incoherent.
German shepherds
Barking furious through the dusty air,
Kicks and screams,
Music Mozart
German voices get off!
Jump off!
Pistols waving,
Shots fired,
Terrified souls.
Then calm, then light,
Then supreme clean,
Uniformed gods, the SS
Standing still, a perfect smile,
Welcome to Auschwitz!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(IV) Love Birds On The Beach
As they lay in one other's arms
The suns warmth sits on their laps,
They take no notice of the surroundings
Being lost in love.
And what love they found
Even seagulls seem to dash around,
For them, on their world
Shown clearly in their smiles.
As they touch each other playfully
A wind gust flutes through seashells,
Making a sound of a thousand angels
Harmonizing as one divine musician.
Two love birds hand and hand
A bottle of wine, red divine,
And a scarlet sky, shaking
Ribbons in the air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(V) God On The Moon
The moon had a halo over it
I didn't know God lived there,
Wouldn't that be funny
A place you'd least expect.
A cold and lonely place
With no men screaming in his ears,
This lunar excursion
Just might be the perfect hiding place.
For maybe God had enough
And set up his heavenly tent,
To keep watch on us
Where we couldn't see.
How Ironic would that be?
To stare at that cold forbidden place,
Not knowing that in its place
We'd be looking at God's face.
~~
(I) The Hollow Tree
A spark, a seed
A tree, like me
We grew.
Having friends come by
Sing their songs
On our perch;
We went out to play
Dreaming of another day.
Like me
She had her Spring,
With blue jays darting by
And wet kisses
Under an apple tree.
In Summer
We grew strong
By the charge of lightening,
We made our shadow
Cast a great canopy.
In Fall
She'd match
The orange sky brilliantly;
But Like me
She felt her urge to slow
Relax her leaves,
Letting them go where they may.
Then came winters freeze
When we waited on that warm day
For its calling breeze
To lift our way;
A distant perfume
So together we could dream.
But these days
She no longer runs
Sweet with maple,
She's now dry
As a hollow tree.
As is me
A crusted bone,
Staring down death
In my own soul.
Now the hollow tree
Hangs there forlorn,
With less of her to see
Her branches on the ground.
She plays with me no longer,
She lays perfectly still,
With I under
Tears filled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(II) This Disaster Called My Heart
Deep in this disaster called my heart
There's nowhere I can rest,
Nowhere...
I can call home.
An earthquake shook me,
A tsunami took me away,
Sweeping away...
The me I used to be.
Now in my half dead dreams
I wake from nothing,
Nothing...
Is what it seems.
A man with no core,
I'm just a spent rod,
No one...
Can come close to.
For the intense burning from my heart
Just trickles lonely out to sea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(III) Welcome to Auschwitz!
Third trip of the week for the smiling conductor
His shoes all smooth and polished,
A rich black that glitters against the daylight,
His hands in a waving motion.
He pulls up the train lever
With a mechanical shout
He yells all aboard....
While dressed in a crooked smile.
The sun gleams beautifully
Against his silver emblem,
He checks both right/left out of habit
He dashes off out of sight.
The train continues along its journey
Winding and churning,
A monotonous motion,
Chugging on and on against the same air.
In the boxcars,
A slither of sun reaches and cuts into the dark air,
Piles of dead spirits are lined against one another,
Against the wood, against the steel,
Against anything that stood in there.
Inside piercing screams, terrified eyes
Blacker than the under-body of a steel rail,
Listless cars that carry listless souls
Somewhere against the formless horizon.
Embattled bodies, half dead
Dirty corpses, half tired,
Cold bones, vile fluids
Shivering, shaking, never waking
Nightmares.
A screeching light suddenly invades
With a pitch of steel scraping steel,
Bangs and wails, screams, barks
Commotion, incoherent.
German shepherds
Barking furious through the dusty air,
Kicks and screams,
Music Mozart
German voices get off!
Jump off!
Pistols waving,
Shots fired,
Terrified souls.
Then calm, then light,
Then supreme clean,
Uniformed gods, the SS
Standing still, a perfect smile,
Welcome to Auschwitz!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(IV) Love Birds On The Beach
As they lay in one other's arms
The suns warmth sits on their laps,
They take no notice of the surroundings
Being lost in love.
And what love they found
Even seagulls seem to dash around,
For them, on their world
Shown clearly in their smiles.
As they touch each other playfully
A wind gust flutes through seashells,
Making a sound of a thousand angels
Harmonizing as one divine musician.
Two love birds hand and hand
A bottle of wine, red divine,
And a scarlet sky, shaking
Ribbons in the air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(V) God On The Moon
The moon had a halo over it
I didn't know God lived there,
Wouldn't that be funny
A place you'd least expect.
A cold and lonely place
With no men screaming in his ears,
This lunar excursion
Just might be the perfect hiding place.
For maybe God had enough
And set up his heavenly tent,
To keep watch on us
Where we couldn't see.
How Ironic would that be?
To stare at that cold forbidden place,
Not knowing that in its place
We'd be looking at God's face.
~~