Category: Poetry

• TOMORROW TODAY

  Posted at 8:30 am by Gordon, on October 27, 2018

  
  

  Tomorrow came late today
  It wasn’t supposed to be
  But the day had come to set her free
  And there she was, and all was out of the way
  Tomorrow came late today
  And there was no place left for her to go
  Street lights turned on and began to glow
  As her love packed up and set about to flow
  Down the river and through the town
  To the open air where she would find the wide-open sea
  Where she would finally find herself set out and freed
  And tomorrow came late today
  When they found they had nothing left to say
  She untied her boat and set herself on her way
  Those who stood and saw her go
  Only could wave as she turned to the sea
  She was on the tide and found herself set free
  With a wave, a kiss, and she was gone with the flow
  Tomorrow came early today.

  Copyright Gordon Kuhn 2018 all rights reserved 10/27/18

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• A MEMORY OF YOU

  Posted at 7:14 pm by Gordon, on October 26, 2018

  
  

  Here I stand in the light of an early Indian summer sun
  Look through my eyes where it’s just peaking up over distant hills
  While you and I stand searching for lions, tigers, sharks, and dragons
  Of my imagination where we as children used to run
  When you and I were just 8 years old and were addicted to having fun
  Running barefoot with stubbed toes across lawns and dirt roads
  When life itself was easy and at the end of the day
  It always ended on pillows where our curly haired sleepy heads would lay
  No one ever warned of changes or the future foretold
  Where we met so long ago before fantasy windmills and rainswept windowsills
  Blocked the view and destroyed the fun
  When we didn’t own a car
  But from where we stood we needn’t and didn’t go far
  There was no need to feed the adventure
  For it was just you and me
  And we were completely free
  With love enough in our hearts for any 8-year-old to share
  When life passed around us without any care
  Without any conjecture and life left no scar
  Lions, tigers, sharks, and dragons did not mar
  The landscape that we ourselves made
  In our memories, as we were running unafraid
  But now the game has changed
  And I look now, searching through the mists of memory for you
  Back in the years when all was said to be true
  And wonder where the time went, and life was rearranged
  Then life changed, and I stand alone now with just a memory of you

  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn, all rights reserved 10/26/18

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• A DEATH

  Posted at 1:14 am by Gordon, on October 20, 2018

  
  

  A DEATH

   

  A distant friend has passed this night

  Passed and joined another realm, another dance

  Brandy and death together in a waltz

  Without tears falling from dry eyes

  The sorrow of the dancers goes on living

  Trapped in an eternal ballet as life goes on to die

  While nature’s odd sorts in pose stand frozen

  Where they are locked and wearing a disguise

  And you love me as someone you cannot stop

  While we will dance with brandy and with death

  Until the hours fall away and death caves in

  Leaving an opening where one had never been

  Under the shadows of the moon

  Amid a stagnate wind

  Remember us when you drink brandy and dance in a waltz

  While about us the dancers fall in death

  One upon one to cover the ballroom floor

  And tears cannot fall from dry eyes

  Even when we are all wearing a disguise

  And pretend to be just one across time

  Dancing with brandy and with death

  With dry eyes unable to drop a single tear

  And a distant friend has passed this night

  Passed and joined another realm, another dance

  While you and I stand in love, hand in hand

  And watch the world as for some it comes to an end.

   

  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain 11/19/18

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• A CAST OF ELVIS

  Posted at 8:55 pm by Gordon, on October 17, 2018

  
  

  A CAST OF ELVIS

  It was early in the morning
  Before the sun had chosen to rise
  While in the West there was reported the coming of a storm
  For the clouds were stacked up to the top of the sullen sky
  Thunderheads stood out in darkness forming
  Telling a sleepy paperboy to carry a slicker in his backpack
  Flashes of electricity free-formed in their announcement
  While the church bells proclaimed early communion
  As the priests in robes of silk left their hidden dorm
  Down the street above where the butchers cut up fresh meat
  And one of their number walked briskly along
  A hidden pair of still warm panties gathered and out of sight
  Tucked in the folds of his blessed priestly cloth
  An overnight present from a grateful parish member
  Given freely for blessings and release from her sins
  But it was the early rising newspaper vendors that set off the alarm
  That Elvis was dead!
  And so the lines to meet him would be shorter later that day
  But curiosity was peaked about the bathroom floor
  And so, the restaurant cast a statute of the man to be blistered by the sun
  As it sat upon a bench with an open arm to fit around a fan
  It was covered with bird shit during the day
  And then stood waiting for the coolness that would come with the rising moon
  While wishing for rain to wash the bird slime into the gutter towards the sea
  And in the dark of the secret time
  The statues in the park would be set free to dance around in glee
  While others found a need to kneel and pray.

  10/17/18 Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn Poet in the Rain All Rights Reserved

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• Without a Boat (Amended and rewritten 10/15/2018}

  Posted at 6:23 am by Gordon, on October 16, 2018

  
  

  WITHOUT A BOAT (amended/rewritten 10/15/2018)

  Jesus was a sailor who sailed without a boat
  He had no need upon that to stand, for he could easily float
  Above the briny chilling cold and darkest dark of deep
  Where many sailors struggled and in death there they fell to sleep
  He had no need to save anyone from their drowning
  For their lives, they sole alone by free choice were forming
  While his force was in league with the ghostly godly nature
  And blessed with acceptance of the final cleansing rapture
  But man and God in their relationship had suffered a fracture
  And the book said Jesus had come with his blood to repair
  The breach that God had laid upon humans in despair
  And in trusting to his words to those he left behind
  Simple messages given to save and to remind
  All in time of his divine and spiritual nature
  But if today he were alive he would surely and sadly find that
  The church he never formed is now a business venture
  Run by modern-day Pharisees and scribes
  With guilt, incense, robes, and chants they monopolize
  with finance and profit at the center
  suggesting sins can be obliterated by monetary bribes
  But Jesus was a simple sailor who sailed without a boat
  Others never realized their faith would help them float
  above the briny cold and darkest dark of deep
  where many sailors had gone to deathly sleep
  then with his fellows and fish the main course for dinners
  he would sit and break bread with sinners
  upon the shore with a roaring fire the flames in curls
  Where he ate and laughed and talked about girls
  And there he broke bread and drank wine
  so long ago in an ancient time.

  Written on 10/14/18 Copyright, 2018 Gordon Kuhn All rights Reserved

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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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