Posts tagged ‘poetry’

March 16, 2010

I don’t know.

by jhon baker

 I don’t know, I’ve never known, but, here you go. Post comments, follow prodigiously, dance or don’t.
Guardame Las Vacas is one of my favorite tunes to play. This isn’t me but it isn’t bad either.

DEATH BY MACHETE

she looked down to kill the fatted calf
then lay her body beside the animal.
no longer filled with hunger,
no longer needing.

she looked down to kill the fatted calf
and her feet carry her, she carry her weapon;
then lay her body beside the animal,
knuckles stained with blood.
no longer needing,
no longer hungry.

she looked down to kill the fatted calf
and laid her weapon next to the animal.
she lay her body beside them both,
her knuckles stained with the animals scent,
no longer filled with hunger.
no longer needing.

she looked down to kill the fatted calf
then lay her body beside the animal.
no longer needing to eat,
no longer hungry.

she looked down to kill the fatted calf
and rose her weapon to it.
the blood staining her knuckles,
the fatted calf falling to the floor;
she lay down her weapon next to it.
bloodied her knuckles in its flesh.
the demolition soaking into her clothes,
she rested her body beside the animal.
no longer filled with hunger.
no longer needing.

it’s death merciless. her
remorse washed away with soap.

– I wrote this

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February 2, 2010

The Platitude of Willful Resemblances

by jhon baker

This is the title to one of my poems written in 2009 – insofar unpublished itself. Last year was a banner year for my being published and those poems will be coming out in a book this year. The tentative title of the book is – Hands on the Hips –
I’ve been writing poetry for many years – on and off since I was a depressed teenager. Mostly on. I had never taken it seriously as an art form until I was crippled in a motorcycle wreck and found that writing and playing guitar were my only solaces to go on. Playing guitar is harder as I have to hold the guitar in a way that creates pain – more pain than that already exists. My penance is chronic pain in my leg, hip and back along with 2″ of the femur gone and Steel plate holding me up. I sit in front of my IBM Selectric III and write not nearly as often as I should but it brings me a great deal of understanding and glimpses of that which we all chase. I can see now how I once treated poetry as a simple thing, one with little effort to perfect, this was incorrect as I can see that the craft of creation is intense and heartbreaking.
more on that later, I will write from time to time my opinions about poetry, Haiku, non-Haiku (which I write), books I’ve read, people and such, I don’t care for politics as I am a poet but when the mood strikes I may as well.
Feel free to contact me, it is quite likely that I will respond, if you manage to find my home address, feel free to send an old fashioned and I will respond in kind.
The insofar unpublished poem in question is as follows:

the platitudes of willful resemblances

some things have a harder time changing than others.
sleep comes hard,
now we recognize,
meds and allergy pills. a
little beer and hopefully soon to sleep
and dream along the platitudes
of willful resemblances.

– J.

Which is now officially published as the journals will only accept first run and they would consider this a first run and published. SO, my former statements were only correct when I wrote them and ceased being true when I clicked PUBLISH POST. I will do this as often as I remember to.
Hold, J. Baker