Elvis, a poem in honor of his birthday

January 8, 2016 in Happenings, Poetry, Reflections, Scrolling Back, Thoughts

Elvis

lips in a snarl,
hips a-swiveling,Elvis3
Elvis leaped from the
black and white box and
into the nation’s living room,
bopping and shimmying
like a Mississippi catfish

and in his unassuming
backwoods way
this poor boy
ripped to shreds
that buttoned down,
zipped up facade that posed
as the American dream

to the stick up the ass-
jim crow- bomb obsessed-
are you now or have you
ever been…? world
he proclaimed –
‘let’s get real , real
gone fer a change’

and oh…
did we ever

Thanks, Elvis
Happy Birthday!

January 8, 2016

Grief

January 6, 2016 in Coping, Poetry, Reflections, Scrolling Back, Thoughts, Uncategorized

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connection cut
but connection still felt
her presence is all around –
the strands of hair in an idle brush,
a smiling snapshot on the dresser top,
a note found stashed in a coat pocket

he roams from room to room
reaching out in vain, trying to
penetrate the empty space
she left behind
the walls mock him with the
echo of his own weeping

grief has no expiration date
it does not diminish or subside, but
flows like an underground stream,young mary fin
carving out new caverns of being
and flooding to the surface now and again
with a startling paroxysm of tears

but the sun rises and sets
life scrolls on
one copes,
learning to live with grief
just as one learns to tolerate
a pain in the joint or
to tune out a ringing in the ears

AlServ

 

A Happy 2017 Wish to All from Danny

January 3, 2016 in Happenings, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

Danny New Year Shot 189

 

 

the new year

twisting through the turn-around
to soar into a brand new chorus
‘ah, take it again , boys!’
another twelve bars await invention

the groove beckons
the ivory keys entice
inviting all to jam with the
harmony of the spheres

 

Photos by Charlotte McClain

Danny New Year Shot 206

blood moon rising

September 28, 2015 in Nature's Backyard, Poetry, Reflections, Uncategorized

 

Blood-Moon

blood moon rising
breaking through cover
of cloud

bearing earth’s shadow
upon its face
like a proud scar

then free – it looms large
commanding the night sky,
illuminating the upturned
faces below

cry, dark cloud

September 25, 2015 in Coping, Poetry, Scrolling Back, Thoughts

cry, dark cloud
let your tears rain downDark-Clouds-Over-Ocean-Wallpaper
upon me

weep, dark sky
unfold your shroud to
cover my sorrow

sigh, deep, rhythmic sea
exhale your misty breath
against my being
to wash my soul
and comfort me

The Red and the Black – a poem dedicated to the memory of Alison Parker

September 3, 2015 in Of the World, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

the red and the black

young vibrant soul
in red skirt and
black top
if only we could
push the pause button,
freeze life’s frame,
and keep horror
at bay

red was the color
she wore…
red
for energy, passion,
embracing the world

black was the color
she wore…
black
for the mysterious,
the unknowable

red was
the blood that flowed
unstanched
in its final
ebbing tide

black is
the empty void
that gapes where
sunlight once
danced and played

such a senseless
act is beyond
our understanding.

the image of her
life affirming
smile is not

with black
we mourn the life
taken

with red
we remember the life
lived