war games…

war games

a disagreement
so
they’re sitting
in the same
silent room
staring off
into
the-no-conversation zone
on
each side
of the zone
there’s just
maneuvers
a bombastic sigh
staccato glares
piercing the armor
of disengagement
magazine pages
rapidly spun
like flares
tossed into
a night sky
in hopes
of seeing
a point
of weakness
in
the lines of defense
hope
quickly
retreats
then
words mumbled
under the cover
of darkness
give traction
to fears
fears
implanted by culture
but
with morning’s light
and
a gentle touch
on bare skin
the games
end

child’s play…

child's play

winds
of despair
wrap around
dreams
like
dust devils
swirling
around
god’s light
but when
the winds
subside
the light
spreads
through
the sands
of time
reaching
every corner
of fear
and
we
can still
hear
the laughter
of children
at
play
ignoring
the grown-ups’
foolish
games
of war

childhood game…

copyright cwmartin 2011

walking sideways
in the rain
playing that
childhood game
of staying dry
by walking
between
the raindrops
it never worked
but
we
kept on trying
like
believing
that peace
will come
some
day

internet word games…

each question
carefully designed
to evoke
a predefined response
an interactive
crossword puzzle
of cryptic emails
designed to ordain
an already adopted
image of self
hoping for an explanation
of this organism of life
through dissection
but dissection
leaves the subject
of study
in minute parts
lying dead
in a tray
so
no one
replied

your night of pleasure…

 

the chains
that bind her to this bed
are not part
of some
fantasy role-playing game
though
she
is
offered
for
your entertainment
you
must understand
this is
my
business
her chains
are as real
as the chains
that bind you
to the prostitutional bed
of your career
the difference being
as a pimp
i get
a lower
percentage
than
yours

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!