Posts tagged ‘poem’

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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August 3, 2011

early sunrise

by jhon baker

I prefer an easterly sun before I go to bed.

I prefer a smashed finger before a project is finished.

I prefer coffee hot.

I prefer sex sweaty.

I prefer a major fourth under a sharp sixth.

I prefer to lie on my back in the gutter, looking out to the stars.

Cassiopeia

Ophiuchus

Ursa minor

these are things of dreams and sailor visions

– Hoc scripsi

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July 7, 2011

New around here

by jhon baker

This is my inaugural post on WordPress under the address willfulresemblance.com instead of the old standby – willfulresemblance.blogspot.com

I am unsatisfied with how the old blog downloaded with extra characters and all but we shall see what becomes of this in time.

for now there is a poem lurking in my head, somewhere…

 

 

small black fly praying

on white ceiling

casting a small shadow

of prayer

– Hoc Scripsi

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June 17, 2011

by jhon baker

I’ve been victimized but refuse to play the part of victim. I have survived but instead decide to live as on who persists.

living with contradictions
living with contradictions,
feigning indifference.
I persist.
 – Hoc Scripsi

My Child is singing in the next room – I love to hear him and he makes up his own songs, rarely singing that written by others. He is influenced only by life and finds its best expression in song and poetry.