go ahead and savor it…

game day

i hear children
though
i can’t see
their faces
and
wouldn’t
know their names
if
i could
but
i can hear
laughter
laughter
full of childish dreams
and
expressions
of
universal hope
but
there will be
no
fulfillment
for
these children
must die
the land
upon which
they stand
is
the contested
promised land
where
one
can find
great happiness
well
not these children
they’re
sort of in the way
of
other’s dreams
but
if you’d like
you could
enjoy their laughter
before
their screams

 

 

so what’s the difference…

so what's the difference

so
here’s
the thing
i’m gonna be
dead
soon
without
any
written
or
signed
guarantee
by
all parties
concerned
about
what
does
or
does not
happen
next
that
to me
is
not
the
promised afterlife
but
what
i’ve been
living
for
years

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

better off…

copyright cwmartin 2011

i hate it
when they stand
above my grave
recalling things
i’ve never said
nor even considered
saying
and listen to
all those lame
excuses
why
they didn’t have
time
to stop by
for a visit
when i was alive
you’d think
they’d have
the decency
not to put out
their cigarettes
on my head
and why
in the world
would you not
wear underwear
when visiting the dead
i swear
i was better off
alive

die laughing…

Point-Counter Point Challenge:  For those of you have been following the challenges between Jade and I, you are aware that several challenges have taken place over the course of the last few months.  This time, the challenge was to be initiated by me and I decided to change the rules a little…well a lot.  Here’s how it works this time.  Each poet provides the other poet with  five quotations that must be addressed from the opposite point of view as the original quote.  So here we go…here is the first quote that Jade provided to me:  “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.” Oscar Wilde

die laughing…

the thin veneer
of laughter
disguised the crowds intent
for before this day
would be done
the poison of hatred
would pierce their skins
and flow like
quicksilver
into their veins
and they would
be transformed
into a mob
a serpent without a head
no logic nor reason
nor sense of right or wrong
just the urge to kill
to rise up against
the humor of reality
and grasp the throat
of truth
until its breath
is no more
and the deed
of murder
would be done
and truth
would have died
laughing

on the edge…

Challenge Photo II from Jade

the gray morning
air presses hard
against me
holding back
the sounds
of my footsteps
that were so clear
and distinct
as i began
this journey
but now
all i can hear
are my labored breaths
in and out
and
my throbbing heart
a heart seeking
to escape
these city walls
to leave behind
this street
where laughter
and joy
have fled
where only
your memory resides
shrouded in betrayal
wearing a cross
of lies
to conceal
the truth
of who
and what
you are
and what
you’ve done

 

This poem represents my second response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her response which can be found here

carousel…

from within the universe
of smoke-filled rooms
and blaring jazz music
comes the artificial laughter
of a child named man
who rides round-and-round
on a carousel called life
who is forced to ride
until he grabs the brass ring
of death