Category: Poetry

The Lefthander

The Lefthander

I wrote this a while ago.  For my generation, watching baseball brings back a time when there were not as many rules, not a lot of refinements, no shifts, no designated hitters, no endless stats.  But there was still poetry on the diamond and glory, short-lived, but real. Left Hander In the center of grassy ball fields […]

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Synapses and Ganglia

Synapses and Ganglia

Wednesday’s poetry rendering Synapses and Ganglia What demon incarnation is this That strides back and forth Over the world, steps across oceans,  Traverses mountains and continents,  Tempts man with gifts, fears, anger, and rage, Persuades to lust and jealousy,  To theft and fraud and mendacity, Who stands bestride the world  Crowned in cruelty and brutality? […]

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Wednesday Poetry Rendering

Wednesday Poetry Rendering

The Space Between                     by Phil Cline The space between is where life is,  Where emotion is, where feeling Is, The space Between fists raised in furious rage,  Held, poised, awaiting,  Brutality’s rapture, And  Poor arms pale, splayed Underneath. Weak,  Inadequate.   In that space Between.  In that, time, no time,  Before the hit  Where Dread resides,  […]

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Reckless Kings

Reckless Kings

Nothingness to nothing, Returned my King.  Reckless his good deeds,  Legend his evil deeds, Augmented, layer by layer, atop Vaults too deep for excavation, among Rows of tombs, Subterranean  Cellars, protected  From jocund birds, raucous, Gossiping in the tree tops Amid mornings aborning.  Returned my King, Nothingness to nothing. Vexed by bumps and bruises, Staggered […]

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Ordered Time

Ordered Time

Ordered time They tried to order Time dawn to dusk, Futile spreadsheets of manageable units, Denying its nature to slow, to speed  To pause, to fly with thoughts, dreams,  Friends met, enemies loathed, With pain and agony and anxiety,  With pleasure, gaiety, With visions, prophecies, with  Feckless Fraud found out. Ordered like railway ties Clacking […]

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Poetry in the Public Square

Poetry in the Public Square

Is poetry a public or private thing? One’s love of country could be deliciously stirred by the magic of poetry: “This happy breed of men, this little world,  This precious stone set in the silver sea,  …………. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England . . .” Historically western poetry concerned itself with […]

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He Credited Fear

He Credited Fear

At the window he credited Fear, Regretted his temper drive, And looked to gloomy vistas This morning again arrived. Secrets of giggly girls, Potent Innocence fails Divers of missing pearls Bartered from greasy nails. Christmas lights harken End, Heralded toys broken fine, Discarded in the snowy mud Cheered by crows atop a line. Don’t hurry […]

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Where Boys Walk

Where Boys Walk

Where Boys Walk Fist clenched,  Forearm flexed,  Raised above, hovering, Before down the hit.  Cringed below, a boy child’s  Dread, And fear.  And Humiliation. Again. Hands, kind, reach,  Stretch, pat on’a back,  Rest on’a shoulder, A smile, a nod, he said “good job.” Eyes open, breath released, hope. Courage,  And will. And defiance. Indomitable. And between […]

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