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• WITHOUT A BOAT

  Posted at 5:55 am by Gordon, on October 14, 2018

  
  

  WITHOUT A BOAT

  Jesus was a sailor who sailed without a boat

  He had no need upon that to stand

  He had no need to save anyone

  His force was in league with nature

  But man and God had suffered a fracture

  And the book says Jesus came to repair

  Today he would find sadly that

  The church he never formed is a business

  Run by modern-day Pharisees and scribes

  With guilt, incense, robes, and chants

  But Jesus was a sailor who sailed without a boat

  And he sat upon the shore with friends

  Where he ate and laughed and talked about girls

  And there he broke bread and drank wine.

   

  COPYRIGHT 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED GORDON KUHN 10/14/18

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• THE TICKET

  Posted at 3:57 am by Gordon, on October 11, 2018

  
  

  THE TICKET

  It is the middle of the night
  And the railroad freight has just come in
  A sharp whistle slicing though the silence
  The engineer has taken his hand from the throttle
  The sound of escaping steam ends the prayers for the night
  The passengers all wandered off, boxes, empty boxes
  Wandering off to find a place to be unpacked
  And I wonder if it was me or you who had committed sin
  There in the railroad car in the dark among the silent boxes
  If sin was committed at all and was this a holy night
  When the conductor suddenly asked for my ticket
  As the train came to its final stop
  The sound of escaping steam ending the prayers for the night
  And I searched my pockets with all my might but
  I was not able to find the proof that I had bought one
  When the train came to its final stop and the conductor asked
  Wanting me to provide him with the proof
  That I belonged there with you
  But as I turned to where you had been, I found you were gone
  I was all alone in an empty railroad car
  The sound of escaping steam had ended the prayers for the night
  Standing alone in the rain, I wondered
  Which of us had committed sin
  If sin had been committed at all.

  Copy Write All rights reserved Gordon Kuhn 10/11/18

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• DISAPPEARED

  Posted at 6:12 am by Gordon, on October 10, 2018

  
  

  DISAPPEARED

   

  Morning comes and I find you are not here

  Yet we are to believe that you are

  The bible sellers stand on their stages

  And claim the same claim from ages

  And I see about the world and even near

  Violence that you could easily stop

  You are a religious star

  But I am beginning to fear

  That like Santa Claus they lied

  It is a joke that society paid

  To convince us of a redeemer

  Who with the power to stop the slaughter

  Perhaps was never here

  Maybe like Santa Clause

  You just disappeared

   

  10/10/18 COPYRIGHT 2018 GORDON KUHN

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• TRANSLUCENT

  Posted at 5:05 am by Gordon, on September 29, 2018

  
  

  Translucent
  It was five o’clock in the morning
  And there’s rain upon the roof
  It fell hard without any warning
  When it swept down the road
  Rushed up through the woods
  Caught the grassy fields by surprise
  The wind bent the bushes and the trees
  Then all was strangely gone
  And, for some reason, in the midst of it
  I recalled ancient tales of Beowulf
  I remembered his meeting with Grendel
  A descendent of Abel’s killer, Cain
  Then the death of the Hag
  Who did her seductive best, but lost to his sword
  Before a dragon felt the cold steel
  Then the rains washed it all away
  Nothing was left for me to ask to stay
  Not at five in the morning
  When the rain came and wet the roof
  Falling hard without any warning
  Sweeping down the road
  Catching all by surprise
  Bending the bushes, trees, and me
  Then was strangely gone.

  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn 9.29.18

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• AWAKENING

  Posted at 6:11 pm by Gordon, on September 27, 2018

  
  

  I woke this morning to a different world
  Everything had sudden changed overnight
  When the rains came, fell, and the grass uncurled
  Where I had walked during the heat of the day before
  And there was nothing for me to do
  There was nothing I could or would say
  The world changed when I turned and looked away
  For a moment, a second, a sliver of time
  When I thought all was safe and secure
  And so I woke with a bloody nose
  I woke and I found what I thought was false
  And came to realize that there was no longer within the fight
  There was little desire within me to travel much further
  And yet I have to move along this path
  And stay on the lane wherein it is true
  That life is such and nothing can be undone.

  Copyright 2018 All rights reserved: Gordon Kuhn

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• A Secret Life: Memories from another life.

  Posted at 3:03 am by Gordon, on September 14, 2018

  
  

  A friend from a past life told me of a love
  But sadly he said he doesn’t recall her name
  That is really such a shame
  For way back when he was just age 23
  I knew him as we worked for the same company
  He met her in a restaurant where she waitressed
  Back when he in a suit was dressed
  And he fell in love when she caught his eye
  Along with his open, clear and honest desire
  Hoping to date her but she was married
  And his hopes on wing were carried
  Right out the front door to fly away
  And his heart was crushed on the restaurant floor
  Then came a night following the heavy heat of day
  Where in a pool hall barroom they met and she chose to stay
  With a quart of beer and two packs of cigarettes each the other led
  Back to his one bedroom apartment on Osprey
  Down the hall from where I lived
  There their clothes were soon shed
  And in the heavy heat of the night she took his bed
  So long ago was that singular day
  But the reality was she could not stay
  Each of them had a life to live
  And she was not free for her love to give
  Her face he can see in memory for years thereafter
  But sadly, her name slipped away
  It is just memories from another life that still remain
  Memories from a secret life.

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• BACKWASH

  Posted at 8:11 pm by Gordon, on September 9, 2018

  
  

  BACKWASH
  Walking backwards in my mind slowly thru time
  I find myself stranded, just another body standing in line
  A pathetic piece of flesh and bone
  Left alive to review all the scrapings my handmade in stone
  Until the carving knife broke from all the writing
  And I found that my life was not so exciting
  As I had envisioned it
  But drinking made it seem to fit
  The surrounding air and places I had the train boarded
  Without thought of where the trip was going or how sorted
  It would be
  But I would soon see
  The bridge left broken and bloody near that meadow in years past
  Where death took a friend and then came the revenge that failed to last
  In my heart, that day as the vomit filled my mouth with backwash
  And life about me began to sway and I felt the sting of a lash

  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn: written 9.9.18 first draft

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• A Long Time Ago in the Great Faraway

  Posted at 7:10 am by Gordon, on September 5, 2018

  
  

  It was a long time ago in the great faraway
  When I came to the understanding that I could no longer stay
  We looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
  Harsh words spoken, then silence, nothing left to say, so I guess we settled the score
  The tale had been said, actions set, and there was nothing more
  We turned away, not wanting our eyes to meet again on that terribly sad night
  When anger made us say things that later didn’t seem so right
  Emptiness then lay where once love for each other had been so tight
  But we said our all — then silence fell — and we knew there was nothing more
  So we looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
  The porch light turned dark behind me as I walked alone in the rain
  To where my car sat, my anger melting — and then I began to feel the numbing pain
  The key in the ignition, the engine hesitated, coughed, stumbled, and then sudden died
  And I sat alone in the long faraway and in that sad silence, I softly cried. 9/1/18

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• NIGHTFALL, THE LOVERS’ DANCE TAKE TWO

  Posted at 2:21 pm by Gordon, on August 26, 2018

  
  

  NIGHTFALL, THE LOVERS’ DANCE 2
  I recall the night when a hot summer rain came
  And settled in with a breeze bringing coolness to the room
  Where two lovers met and when they left never were the same
  In an old cheap apartment in downtown Sarasota
  Where they danced to a scratchy record
  It was missing the label but played
  On an old player, he’d found in the trash
  While drinking from cans of stale beer
  Rescued from a refrigerator that barely cooled
  But without cares, they drank in a dim light
  Coming from the only bulb left working in a corner table lamp
  And somewhere in the world, a wall was being torn down
  Somewhere a child was being born
  Somewhere someone was dying all alone
  As they danced
  They could hear water dripping from pipes in the wall
  Falling to the concrete foundation two floors below
  Somehow the couple had found each other
  Names were not needed that night and in a simple embrace
  Shared the last cigarette in a crushed pack left tossed to the floor
  While singing a song neither knew, but sang anyway.

  © 2018 Poet in the Rain: Gordon Kuhn

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• THE VISITOR

  Posted at 6:27 am by Gordon, on August 18, 2018

  
  

  The Visitor

  She came in the still dark of night
  Silent, gentle, and turned off the tabled light
  Leaving the apartment in a soft and low-level glow
  From the moon creeping in thru a blanketed cloud
  Peering thru grime swathed window panes allowed
  Casting shadows dancing on paint thirsty aged walls
  That overtime had seen good and bad life calls
  Soaking up the laughter, anger, and the tears
  And she slipped in and out of her clothes there
  Lit a cigarette and offered it up to share
  It glowed and lit her face as she took a strong draw
  Her beauty was in that room and was all that I saw
  While the moonlight swaddled us all around
  Outdoors the rain began to pound the ground
  We sat locked in stillness and listened to the rain
  Where in the naked quiet that surrounded us, we shared our pain
  And, in truth, I never knew her name.

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