stranded…

stranded

arctic winds
blow down the coast
stirring waves
like
ghosts of sailors
dancing
upon
a briny deck
to tunes
forgotten
by
temporary inhabitants
of fast-lanes
or
tourists
in
dockside bars
where
home-grown
mary jane
is sold
by skate-boarding youths
who
according to
state records
are
unemployed
but
seem
fully
self-employed
to most
outside
the bureaucratic swampland
a territory
that impedes
most movements
forward
because of all
the legal
seaweed

https://slpmartin.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/stranded.mp3

once there were cowboys…

copyright cwmartin 2011

those lights
once lit up
the night sky
for miles
a small corral
became an arena
where western gladiators
marshaled the strength
to bring down
bulls to the ground
while wide-eyed children
memorized each move
to practice on family pets
no need to ask for
some foreign beer
it was budweiser
or nothing at all
except for
the occasional
miller lite
smuggled in
by some tourist
and
those fancy
filtered cigarettes
not only raised eyebrows
but smiles
but land developers
and county officials
eager for progress
as measured by profit
have turned off the lights
only the lingering scent
of wet leather
can be found
this place now holds
only the ghost
of christmas past

elpis’ eyes…

 

by  Toni Loretta Alice Cross
                    and
       charles wm. martin

those eyes
where hope
can find no refuge
stare across the bay
at a camera laden ship
glistening like a overlord’s castle
whose lies
slip like soap
in a deluge
from this shiny, shiny fray
using crisp bills as a whip
making native flesh their vassal
it has been the same
year after year
they come to these shores
pockets full of cash
cameras ready to flash
capturing empty frames of life

 Toni Loretta Alice Cross and I have entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem.  Duel Poetry:  a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete