Prison "poetry" 2 - rancid ramblings redux
I couldn't believe that I actually received so much fabulous feedback regarding the three 1997 prison poems I posted in yesterday's blog. I have some very indulgent, kind, and/or easy-to-please friends ... lol.
A wise person once said, "Don't feed the animals, or they'll just keep coming back for more." So here I come for more.... This will be the last installment for a while. And regurgitating my old writings buys me a little more time to write tomorrow's blog. Ha! I'm inclined to be embarrassed by a few of these, though one of my Ohio University poetry professors seemed to be quite fond of them. Go figure!
This'll teach ya to encourage me....
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["Random Access" (an experimental poem, designed for you to read the lines in any order you like) - 16 August 1997]
Greedily
I am
Housing holiness
In a state of undress
A state of the union address
Snaking wearily
Living eerily
Noisily
Casting diamonds
Before lions
No crib for my bed
Indelibly marked
In the closets of life
Embracing living
Strife
Above all
Needing needled
Because I am
Torn
Scorned
Forlorn
Unborn
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["Jeremiah Lamentations" - 9 February 1998]
I've seen the future
Fraternal twin
Admired one
Your spectral eyes
Blue gray
Speckled
Our eventual fame
My sacrifice
Your self immolation
Whereupon we become one
Symbiotic
Siamese but
Thankfully
Never identical
I cannot erase the image
Of your fingers
From my negative
My mind
Your aura
Makes my life
Alive
The taste of your lips
Is my nirvana
The sound of your voice
My satori
Your friendship my heaven
Your presence divine
My God
My God
You have been taken from me
And I bleed
Internally
Admired twin
Yet everything you are
Remains in me
Eternally
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[6 August 1997]
If I am innocent
How can they blame you for loving me —
If I am wrong
It is their duty to be there for me —
Those in perfect health
Need no physician —
Place yourself in my position —
Dare they admonish Christ
For consorting with sinners
When there is no one perfect, no not one —
Not even their guns —
Is anyone innocent —
Not in thought
But in deed
Indeed
I am —
Tell them I Am sent you
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Yes, my friends, these are probably worse than yesterday's... lol.
I feel something in your words - sadness, remorse, forgiveness not quite sure but I will continue to read on and I will find that poetic connection.
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Thank you, Kimberly. In a way I like these three poems (and even this version of "Random Access") better than the three that were published and appeared in my newer blog). I will try to post some others I like better sometime soon.
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My understanding here is that these posts are well written
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