by Darryl Price
We Are Not Those Responsible
for planes that lose their
precious bombs like someone's been
careless in spitting one rotten
tooth after bloody rotten tooth
all over the greenest of
forest grounds like saliva covered
seeds with no more thought
to the consequences below the
radar than to the awakening
hunger pangs of yet another
dying day for the poor
disfigured animals who used to
be gently drinking children or
for the murder of ancient
and wise guardian trees in
the night for starved dogs
who forever must endure their torturers
September 12, Lucky Number challenge
My lucky number is mushroom.
My lucky number is bat. My
lucky number is pear. My lucky
number is Milky Way. My
lucky number is cricket. is
cloud. is seahorse. Is learning a
lucky number? I think it is.
My lucky number is waterfall.
My lucky number is dragon--
which is timeless but also maybe
untameable so really it
just might zero things out. My next
lucky number is daughter. Then
there's the poem--in which we are all
allowed to say I'll get that right over to you
out loud and mean it. You'll say it's love.
P.S. My lucky number is
mercy. My lucky number is
Beatle. My lucky ones come with
their own regiment of angels.
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From a letter to a friend:"I'm ever writing directly to everyone and anyone. The circumstances come from real life but I mend them together to represent a part of the journey we are all on--our own trail of tears. We are forced to march through life to our own deaths. I just happen to think it's silly not to recognize the person or persons next to us as having to deal with the same problems--how to do this with some grace and composure. We have each other whether we want each other's company or not, and because of this fact, I believe we might as well talk. There is so much comfort to be found in another human voice. All day long we are surrounded by the voices of living things that are not human. Their path is their path. Again what we have is each other. What pisses me off is that we often have those who want to pick out and choose their fellow human beings. Impossible, unkind and snobbish. Also while I'm against doomsday wailing,I see there's still plenty of inspiring beauty to go around on a daily basis. Life is meant to be lived and that means sharing the air. Snobs and bullies can go eff themselves. My poems are here for you. They are free. They are not for sale.dp"