Archive for ‘Poetry’

September 17, 2011

thinking of Micael

by jhon baker

– For MC

 

make no monument to this body,

let the rivers and roads winding on maps

and fields flowing into one another

from the birds view of a plane

serve as testament.

 

May there be no wall of remembrance

where people touch hands for famous photographs.

what a landscape of crows couldn’t bring into thought

make no admonition,

no stone effigy.

 

have no moment of whispering

but shout, shout, shout out

your poetry, fill empty halls

and capital domes. dance, alone

or together, naked in halls and alleyways.

ride your full moon lunacy

 

down one way streets and secret passageways.

eclipse your broken lifeline,

draw borders onto subway station walls –

trip to new york, Louisiana, Chicago and LA

rip your clothes off in stage lit drag shows,

 

ride the rays of the sun,

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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September 16, 2011

Written in May last –

by jhon baker

58

 

58°F

too cold to run naked down the street

waving arms and shouting

 

looking now, out the window,

bearded old lover.

glancing past the fallen leaves,

children’s play things

to lovers new, now forgotten

like metamorphosis read in early

collegiate days, studying the

swan and Leda,

before the tempest

searching back over the certain memories

when everyone drowned.

 

or further back to children poetry

in Sunday school where

first crushed on a thirty-year-old

unmarried virgin, venerean fantasies

not understood by the prodigious youth

that still caressed stuffed bears

and elephants with bells in the ear.

 

laying back, falling back

into cushioned chair under

lampshade stained with yellow light,

muted reminder,

long ago

put away like infirm aspirations.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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September 14, 2011

no cause for alarm

by jhon baker

 

Empty house

filling it up with notes,

beats,

and outspoken poems.

 

– Written by my Nephew, Christian Allen Baker, poeticized by yours truly.

September 11, 2011

poem – September, eleven in the year of our lord 2001

by jhon baker

depending on who you ask

150,000 – 165,000 deaths on Sept, 11 2001

less than 10,000 by violent hands.

 

a mother watches her child dying

wont of only gardened food or grains stocked and rotting in US silos

A husband watches his wife, unable to cope or help

or feed or clothe

wont of only a medicine produced in mass but patented

a brother holds a brother…

a sister holds a sister…

they group together for warmth or shade from an unforgiving sun

all 150-165,000 of them are sons and daughters

brother and sisters

in time, space

 

50,000 under 5 years never knowing their first love

 

-Hoc Scripsi

 

 

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