Johnclarestokes
My daddy always told me to close the gates
Behind me
In my haste I often would not close them
Securely
Allowing things to escape
Things to enter
Lately all my gates have been swinging open
The escaping continuing
In my haste forgetting
The lesson daddy tried to teach me
With the refund from the
Acme Deluxe Time Machine
I ordered a Satellite
Forever orbiting
It wasn't the latest in
Satellite
Spy technology
One of those Sputnik era
Machines
But it was good enough
To read the license plates
From outer space
Good ole Nikon glass
And metal.
I set the coordinates on
40.6831 North
141.3690 East
And sat up til four AM
Every morning
Perchance I would catch
You passing
The wife said there is
The Internet and Skype
And FaceTime what are
You thinking?
I do not know
It seemed such a good bargain
Much better than that
Acme time machine.
The guilty old rector
Knowing all the years
It was all about the money
In a moment of honesty
Asked if I'd speak at my
Own funeral
He confessed
He really didn't know me
And he was frankly weary
Of saying
What a legacy
What a legacy
To strangers families
I said it sounds good
So I asked,
what's in it for me?
Why, I'll preach you into
Heaven knowingly
For free.
I’m really loving my dream machine
The bubble wand waving
Rainbows and stretched out worlds
Emerging
Then popping away as quickly as
They came
Like the snow crystals stored
All of their own unique form
I can clearly see
the Great Creator sitting
In space
And blowing worlds into place
Letting some pop into
Oblivion
Others to His liking
Keeping
I can clearly see
a Puritan or even
a hard shell coming along
and exclaiming
What are you doing?
Why world creating is
Not supposed to be fun!
Oh well
Puff
Another from the heavens
Just fell.
Give me an hour and I’ll
convince her to leave her
life of luxury and ease
for my world of poverty
and poetry
it’s what we will live upon
arm in arm
floating aimlessly over
the landscape below
Just one hour
Johnclarestokes
I found this great wand
Tucked up under some palm fronds
Now what child left the wand behind?
Just for me to walk along and find?
All it needed was some magic bubble fluid
And a boy like me to take it from the
Fairy woods
john Clare stokes
and then it was down to two calla
to see the May moon rising
wondering back to all those times
we all watched as one
anticipating the coming
chuck wills widow near by
reminding us that one by one
the calla and we die.
John Clare Stokes
What do you think?
I think I see Earnest
And there's Ethel Marie
Over in the shade
I hear that snuff hitting
The Folger’s coffee can
The snap of field acre peas
Hitting the galvanized pail
Outhouse aromas wafting past
Sure hope that east breeze
Don't shift our
Homewood Lazing
Bringing in them
Pea Ridge yellow flies
My how the times slide by
The two names the journey of my life would carry through
Faithfully by sisters side I always remained
Till only one in the year two thirteen I came
Boaz never called for me to redeem
And now I go beyond in my Lord's fields to glean....
Esther Ruth Moore
6 Jan 1922
11 April 2013
What's for dinner today
Sunday leftovers?
Come Friday
I'd say catfish fried
With some
Green's on the side
Sounds mighty fine
What say you
Miss Lola Mae?
