Waking Up

            It was pitch black. They’d been there for ages, unable to move or look at one another until a sudden burst of light came forth. A scraggly man climbed up rummaging through his stock. He opened a box and gazed at shiny objects. Then he stared at his plastic statues, who stared back in relief, it was time to go out. They smile at one another; glad to be free once again breathing the deep December air.

Thanksgiving

Falling feathers

Pattern

The table cloth

Where stuffing

Mashed potatoes

Gravy

Yams

Cranberry sauce

And Broccoli rice casserole

Diverge around

A giant turkey

“Dinners ready!”

Someone shouts.

They come to eat

They come to converse

They come to forget

They come to remember

They come to forgive

They come to be forgiven

They come to be love

They come to offer love,

For all who know

A family

Never ends.

Haggard Faces part 6

  part 7 is here:  http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/12/haggard-faces-part-7.html   
  part 5 is here:  http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/10/haggard-faces-part-5.html

     Nearly knitted together they almost disguise any sight of the dice as they bobble swiftly towards them spewing pounds of info.  Did you know…the only one in this sector of the galaxy... the engines are manipulated by... it contains the rarest minerals...

            The one who seems to frown leers up at them. “Shut up!”

“Under article…” a plaque began, but the one who seems to sneer's arm disjoints through the air by a clones fire.

On Modern Art

I didn’t get modern art. Especially conceptual pieces, 

 How can a toilet be a piece of art? It seems so degrading compared to,

I thought this way for the longest time, don’t even remember what changed my mind but it seems to me the reason modern art does the inexplicable because it liberates the artists, allowing them the freedom to do whatever they want. In a weird way I wonder if their taunting us, 

It’s almost like I can hear them saying you can do this. No matter who you are anyone can make art as long as you try to look at the world around you, see things in new ways, and find whatever expresses yourself.

Haggard Faces part 5

part 6 is here:     http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/11/haggard-faces.html
part 4 is here:     http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016_09_01_archive.html

Missiles spew as the escalator folds inward, they narrowly lunge upon another platform. The one who seems to sneer bolts up saying.

“Quick to the ledge!”  There rapid motions barely gaze at the object hanging mid air some feet away. An immense 20 sided silvery dice slowly rolls constantly via engines blazing out at each number. At ledges end mass amounts of automated floating plaques slowly hunch towards their approaching guests.

The Other Nother Poem

A dove

Drifts

In lost isles

Steer backwards

By infectious

Piercing

Shear wings

Scab in dry blood.

Haggard Faces Part 4

part 5 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/10/haggard-faces-part-5.html
part 3 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/08/haggard-faces-part-3.html

Steps drop rise flip even seem to dip in weightless loops. Approaching, hovering clones shape like seashells with elliptic etches open pitiless slits bearing laser cannons.

                “Get down!” the one who seems to sneer cowers as heat blasts slightly scorch their casings. Convulsive dashes evade imminent shots.  

“Remind me again why we didn’t bring firearms?” the one who seems to frown huffs in wavering jolts.

“We’re almost there.” one who seems to smirk guides the others.