Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Can it be?

Can there be love where there's no hope?
If hope is lost, can faith endure?
Can there be God where faith, hope and love are missing?

Monday, September 19, 2011

Bert's Last Write

What you wrote yesterday is quick sand history
no one remembers including you.
It's the exhalation dissipated.

Old poems makes for rickety.
Their skin sags, their muscles stiffen,
the waste basket invites.

You, the emboldened vaulter,
like a mountain goat from ledge to edge,
one daring verse to the next.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Piece

What is peace?
Peace is no one thing.
Peace is loving.
What is loving?
Loving gives.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Narrow View Broad Vision

In song there's life,
Life through movement is expressed.
What ever lives moves at least to yawn.

Time measures movement, but is time itself alive?
Of course it is, has it not kept up
with this reader's reading of a yawning poem?

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Cosmetic Editing

I try too hard to get it out.
Just let it all hangout.

I did and they recommended
liposuction.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Keep Hope Alive and The Underground

What is love of God when you're down and out, and gloom abounds,
when for instance, you've been shanked in the back,
stabbed in the eye, knifed in the groin, when your woman has been split open
for Masters to peep and overseers to sneak a sip?

What is love of God when slavery or suicide --- is the choice?
Love of God is revelation, that can flash in a second,
but take foever to reach fruition.
Love of God for me was Gettysburg.

Love of God was dubious Reconstruction,
love of God was suspended animation
when I heard Triple K hoop and holler
the rebel yell, "Kill the black ass nigger!"

Still, I managed to escaped, thanks to Harriet Tubman,
Sojourner Truth and the Underground Railroad. The Emancipation Proclamation
brought constitutional reform. The 13th Amendment was sweet to my ears;
the 14th was pure rite of passage; the 15th gave us wombs the right to vote.

So, what else do you want for crynowloud?
Condolezza Rice for President?
What if Candel Lisa ain't unavailable,
would you be willing to settle for Oprah Winfrey?

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Brothers Three

One accused of messing with his sister;
one accused of messing with his daughter;
the third looks like a saint, smokes grass insane,
and no one of his family hears him speak.