Horace
Horace went to glory last week
Blind in life he is now seeing clearly.
But in time he gave up the spats
Wednesday, May 7, 2025
Induced spin
Induced Vertigo
by John Clare Stokes
lately there has not been
enough spinning
once the rescue came
for me
thinking the spinning
was worthy of a trip
to get some Meclizine
to stop the spinning
Oh I played along
took the 25mg by mouth
as needed
so they discharged me
and all was fine for the time
but soon the spinning
I began to miss
so I let the Meclizine expire
and gave a good impression
of going straight.
Tuesday, May 6, 2025
Sirens
Out of closet
The local rag let his
Secret out
Long hidden from
Public scrutiny
It was unnatural
Attraction to rhyme
He kept from view
Composing in obscurity
The metered lines
He wasn't exactly
Accomplished at it
More he
Persisted at it
Almost habit like
A fix addiction
He couldn't cease
Now everyone knows
Now they cast eyes
Down as he passes
Thinking he one of them
The son of Williston
What of these sirens
Howling
They never heard them
They never existed
Only in his sordid
Imagination
Rejection
Rejection
He came home
To find the lines
Strewn across
The lawn
Down the street.
The garbage man,
Rejecting the rhymes
Refused to carry them
To the landfill.
He gathered them
Quickly,
Burning them in the
Old syrup kettle
The smoke taking them
Quickly
From the landscape
Once again
Free of poetry
Deer god
Deer god
Late they showed for services
The scent of doe urine lingering
Sitting toward the rear to themselves
Mouthing along with the singing
The day they failed to attend
We chalked it up to opening season
Leading up with growing anticipation
In their heart to the deer secretly bowing
When the season drew along
And word of kills came drifting in
It was clear they were finally open
In the worshipping of the venison.
So in their true to their desire
Their deer love somehow inspires
In our feigned love for our Lamb
gun ho in our own blinds found.
Sunday, May 4, 2025
Never told
Never Told
by john cla55
they never told me
you were one of the
mean girls
it would have been
nice had i known
now it is perfectly
clear to me
why the rejection
and here I thought
it was just some
imperfection in me that
kept me trying by
scoring touchdowns
sinking baskets
knocking fly balls
all in vain
when all along
your interest lay
in trailer courts
in melon fields
cheap dates in
sand hill backseats
grinding all the way
singing sweetly
coming Sunday
tears streaming freely
repenting again
for mean girls sin
again and again
but they do not cheer
nor do they care
for the boy who
bought his Wilson ball
up the Devil's court.
Light house lady
Light house lady
It was a palatable pathos
Bourne upon the living
Upon others dreams
Guiding them safely in
To lovers awaiting anxiously
Of the ever gazing over the
Horizon for some imagined
Ship to arrive from distant seas
Bearing treasures to ease
This life of misery
The light upon every revolution
Piercing for a moment her
Darkness
Illuminating the limpid eyes
Tears long since dried
The dark moment a welcome
Soothing interlude
May day
May Day
May Day
Ever get into a May Day sort of way?
It starts out like any other day
Then at the full glass door they come
And you stare, then open
Letting in the guests again
The ones you threw out
The night before
And they in the morning over coffee
Resume the tormenting
You can’t get a word in
A fly lands upon the rim and falls in
What the hell (is this)
You swallow him
Listening
Buzzing all the way down
Jobs
Jobs
Hayfield tractor operator
Summer
Watermelons
Summer
Williston Memorial Hospital
Maintenance
Cleveland Heights Methodist
Lakeland
Dishwasher
Williston Memorial Hospital
Maintenance
Powers Service
Lake City
Service advisor
Warranty clerk
Parts
Fired
Lake City Reporter
Photographer
Darkroom tech
Laid off
Jones and Presnell
Traveling store photographer
Sylvia,NC
Quit
JCPenney
Display advertising
Merchandiser
Assistant Mgr
Fired
Sears
Commissioned sales
Store closed
Florida Power and Light
Meter reader
Temp one year
Baya Medical
DME tech driver
Fired
Morgan Group
Photographer
Outsourced
Porter
Stroke
Probably no more jobs
Dreamscape
Dreamscape
They said, what good was all this photography?
This obsession with image
He could not answer
He was too busy framing
Back focusing to that first time
In that Wacahoota field
With the camera along
Knowing that from now on
He and Nikon would not be alone.
Thursday, May 1, 2025
A turkey for a Rollei
Tonight I'm stoked for the Rollei Steve Stafford gave me with light meter. Steve did all his early wildlife photography with this camera. He acquired it in 1964 from Dale Crider who at the time had purchased a Pentax SLR and was throwing it in the trash at the Game Commission.
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