Dark rum and
diet coke
squeeze of lime
Pot roast
And Yorkshire
Pudding
At Montana’s
red meat
Sublime but
not quite so Hemingway
as an absinthe
or dry martini
such a crime
Dark Rum and Diet Coke
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Monthly Archives: June 2014
Void Voice
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Void Voice
I was tired
you gave me rest .
I was desolate
consumed by a void
till I heard
A silent sacred voice
Spilling into it
so very clearly
In a sparkling flow
Peace relieve me.
Grief let me learn to
live with less .
Give me more of that
stark and simple insight
courage
so that I can
Openly confess
that all is one .
My Father
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My father used to ask
where are you ?
And I would say
here I am.
Now I ask him
Where are you ?
And in the silence
Of night dreams
He says :
here I am .
Poetry Art, the Child
Aside
Poetry , Art the Child
There is a quiet
And exhilarating joy
In poetry or art ,
like a child
born and raised
on page or canvas
waiting to be engaged ,
appreciated ,
waiting to delight ,
to commit
and reflect the
viewer , the reader,
to occupy their mind .
Poetry , art
Is like a child
whose company
is precious
to enjoy ,
and to delight in.
It gives us joy
and a single parting
taste
of the fleeting sweetness
That is life .
From “Eyes of the Artist ” by PWChaltas
The Point
The Point
What’s the point
my friend ?
The garrison
Is taken .
Slow and steady wins
the race ?
Don’t just stand there
do something
MORE
THAN facing down the stare
of enemy ,
without
and within .
Make a move and
turn the stone
use it
Overturn
the mighty
with a single word .
Pen, stone & craft
fly
So much mightier
than currency and sword
Broken Angel
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Broken Angel
Broken angel
sitting on the steps
out on your own
You’ve lost
A friend,
And love;
I know,
It’s so hard to be alone
Broken angel
I’ve been there
Once before.
I remember.
It seems it was so
Many years ago
Your arms
Are bruised
Your wings are torn
You heart is shattered
Broken angel
Are you able to perform
The miracles
by night again?
Broken angel
I know it’s just
Not right,
But that’s just how
It seems to go,
you have to fight,
The deepest darkest
battles all alone at night
broken angel.
Broken angel
You’re the only angel
that I know.
There were others
Once but they all
gave up and had to go.
They all just
turned around
and flew away.
They’ve gone
for good now
broken angel
and so I ask
If I can stay,
And spend this night
On simple steps
with you aglow
so we
can fight
this darkness
that we know
together
till the early morning
light of day.
You and I both together,
won’t be long,
Till the coming
Of the early morning dawn
my broken broken angel.
PWChaltas 