When I saw what the prompt was for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, so many songs popped into my head, which means it’s a good prompt. Thanks, Nancy! I originally wrote this for one of hanspostcard’s song drafts back in 2021. It’s an iconic groovefest that never grows old. Eric Burdon as frontman for War…
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dVerse — Poetics — Caged: The Haunting of Marie and Billy (a ballad) warning may be triggering for some
Photo: blogs.lse.ac.uk Caged: The Haunting of Marie and BillyRefrain:When trouble calls and raps your doorAs chaos rise to test you Whatever gets you through the nightYou must do, living blessed you.I.Marie thought Billy was sublime,so strong in his uniform,the first born son of Pastor Joe,first sight on first Sunday morn.Discharged for good, the rumors said,enlistment…
dVerse — OLN 363 — “I see dead people.”
I see dead people. on the screenthen in my dreamsbabies sprawled,unable to crawlbeyond nursingparents cursingchildren’s infanticideendpoint stratifiedsoon en-gravedprayers unsaved there can be no victory in thisspite; parents’ grieving last kissesvengeful extinguishing innocentstoo many eyes crying in heaventoo many hollow sockets put to rest “I see dead people.” — from The Sixth Sense (1999) top image…
dVerse — Poetics — Neverending Nightmare
It begins with a squelching sound andan unholy stench. I look down. Inthe brown-red mud a strewn tiny handholding a ribbon, color now unknown,as I try to wake. Black skies pour rain. There has never been a time when myfamily has not been at war, ancestorsupon ancestors. I look at my daughterwith her dark, hollow…
Writober Days 12, 13, 14 and OLW #25 for Desperate Poets — Testament to Death
Mourning at the Cemetery by Robert C. George countless veils grieve cold, still ashes endless tears in an ocean of graves where mighty trees are receptacles of innocence and early endings; and testaments to memory-entrenched egos, of iron wills that will not bend; to death Maria Berg is hosting Writober. Also linking this to Brendan’s…
TSM 229, Friday Writings 45, and dVerse Poetics — Hymns March
“See the Light” by Giulio Bernardi How neatly click blocks as they form the walls of box container; clay, baked dust pads prison, hope long flown, left to airless midnights. The keeper’s metals clank thrice bringing tasteless gruel; little more than corpse fuel and sensory morsels. Heat of stones tell seasons. At times I’m graced…
TSM230, Friday Writings 46, and earthweal’s OLW 138 — gone but not gone
Artwork photography by Antonio Mora I. The first of summer, when roses bloom, I saw you there in oak’s leafy shadow, a still, towering trunk, transfixed. I hurried along, now shivered, my hand a-tremble as key sought to impart salvation. It is now autumn’s end, and oak stands bare. Your form is gone, your presence…
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