reerds's profile
AGE:
55
LOC: Ramona, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 30
LOC: Ramona, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 30
53 yr.old ex-Brooklynite, New Jerseyan, Aussie, ship captain, now a semi-reclusive Californian, poet, sculptor, artist, graphic designer, living 5 mi. outiside a lil’ cowboy town in the foothills of the San Diego mountains, 1/2 mi up a dirt road on an 8 acre hilltop. I am “The Fool on the Hill.”
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Awaking from a bad dream Nightmare in retreat Senses calming from the shocking numb That held them Embraced now by the cold, dark earth With nothing to do But reach for the sun. Pray for strength to embrace And not let go. Ride the axis! Feel it turn! Grinding away the toxins, Mountains to sand, Raindrops to oceans Cleansing. Nature descends Talons outspread Finely focused No compromise! Victory to the wild! Piercing our protective veil of vanity With harsh shrieks...
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Wizard of odd, where presidents stood Machiavellian jackass claiming deed to Good Beware, the apprentice has the wand Waving it about like the Taliban Senate remains in his pocket Justices’ agenda and Her docket Rhetoric spewing political machine Inflaming Jihad beyond the extreme Replacing prosecutors, changing laws Offering our liberties for the cause Opening loopholes, paving the way For special interests and judgment day Hurling stones all week long Trust him he can do no wrong Stompin’ o...
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Disturbed one evening, while reading by the fireside, I sat overcome with foreboding, gazing into the fire, Upon the first full moon of the year. Drawn to my door, turning the knob, flinging it open wide, There illumined by the night’s orb of desire Stood a hound, a stray, whose glance contemplated my fear Piercing my gaze to some unknown, hypnotic bound. Igniting some magic kindle, with a ringing in my ear, I stepped out into the wintry gloom, spellbound. Catatonically into the icy chill, De...
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Here for so long, gone in an instant A great swath of Nature's brush Makes the shadows all different Time encapsulating pain, encapsulating life Embracing precious life Reminded that life is change.
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Disturbed one evening, while reading by the fireside, I sat overcome with foreboding, gazing into the fire, Upon the first full moon of the year. Drawn to my door, turning the knob, flinging it open wide, There illumined by the night's orb of desire Stood a hound, a stray, whose glance contemplated my fear Piercing my gaze to some unknown, hypnotic bound. Igniting some magic kindle, with a ringing in my ear, I stepped out into the wintry gloom, spellbound. Catatonically into the icy chill, De...
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Dark and hopeless, but not without merit. Most pieces I read which end in despair have little to offer. I find this refreshing in description and the use of original metaphors, which moves it up many notches. I'd remove "frozen fire". The lack of punctuation suprisingly didn't bother me, but would help for a smoother read.
Classic internal struggle. I like how the "forced spirituality" of Catechism and family/community expectations raise questions which become answered from within and from simple, traditional acts such as the older woman doing their blessing. I like the simplicity of the metaphors, i.e. "like the sugary frosting on the cake" come from within the story. Very well written.
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