Johnclarestokes
We wait at the gate
Each day per chance
The latch lifts quietly
Not to wake us
Slipping back finally.
I adjust the sliding latch
Oil the creak from the hinges
Sweep the sandy path
Keep it as remembered
Smooth the sheets and weep
The Lake City to Houston is passing through
I can arrive tomorrow for one eighty two
Why when a boy I’d board for Bluefield alone
Mamma told the bus driver to see him home.
Johnclarestokes
How was I to know
If the resolution was
Working
Or the offering
Acceptable
No voice to say
I am well pleased
Just the awful silence
Things moving as they
Have moved since
The beginning
And so I ate another
Persimmon
The fifth day as good
As any to begin
Again.
Cain’s offering
some magic in
That old pith hat they found
For when they placed it
On his head
He remembered Pappa
Looking down
Happy 16th birthday Nathaniel Manoa Stokes
Keeper of dreams
Halt! Says the gatekeeper of dreams
You cannot pass the great Gulf
That is fixed
Unless I determine your entreaties
Worthy
I am the keeper of the dreams
Guarding you from the mares
What is this entreaty which keeps
Coming
Shall I heed this summoning?
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4jan17
Nathaniel seeks Pappa
In the tower
Conceptual
Nathaniel turns 16 on the 5th
To the ramp for but a brief moment
Recall the day of launching off
All excited at the prospect
Of on the Santa Fe getting lost.
Williston
We never quite knew what went on
behind the First Avenue brick facade
We knew that BMW’s went in eventually
to emerge and sit some more on the curb.
Manger after wind storm
Madison
Were I to come to this messed up world, this I would do. Rid the land of all solar and wind power, replace with nuclear, coal and natural gas. Remove all dams and restore the rivers. Place all criminal politicians past and present in labor camps. Restore the constitutional republic. Replace all dominion and such voting machines with fool proof paper ballots. Seize all big pharm executives down to local level assets. Void all mandates. Void all executive orders. Remove all regulations against small business. Ban the FDA, EPA and about all three letter government Stalinist departments that tell farmers what to grow, what to kill, what to teach, what bathroom to use and on and on.
And no, it’s not a cook book. It’s the Bible read again in the churches not strapped with an IRS. Another one of those three letter monsters gone.
