Poets | THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

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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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- 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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- Yesterday’s Child
  
  Posted at 1:26 pm by Gordon, on June 21, 2018
  The following poem will be in Standoff. The book, Standoff is a group of poems and short stories
  
  Yesterday’s Child
  
  Yesterday’s child was born with a patchwork brain
  Filled with paintings that would never be brought to view
  For a painter, a drawer, he simply could not be
  Overrun with songs that would never be sung
  For they melted or collapsed before being born
  Adrift with poetry that would struggle to be heard
  But some broke through to live a day
  Yesterday’s child was born to others to view
  While about him his life slowly colored with stain
  His sense of security and being loved flung
  To the woods where sense lived in the leaves
  That surrounded and filed the world with color
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn
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- Rehearsing
  
  Posted at 3:03 am by Gordon, on May 8, 2018
  Rehearsing
  
  Another morning has come to greet the sun
  Chasing the night away as coffee brews on the stove
  A cup with spoon to swirl the cream in to blend the clouds away
  As I sit and think of questions that I cannot even form
  I wonder about the woman down the street who lives alone
  In a home being foreclosed on even as the year has come full circle
  Her son is college stuff and flunking out as he goes to class
  Neighborhood children run barefoot laughing as they pass
  At my comment of concern for nails and rocks and wiggly worms while
  The Church of the Holy Hypodermic will ring its chimes
  At dawn, lunch, and dinner time, a mile away as I listen and decide
  That the ringing bells are as lonely in their song
  As is the old man in the darkened corner house
  Alone, staring at a wall, waiting in silence for his time to die. 2/18/2015
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- In the Dark
  
  Posted at 3:32 pm by Gordon, on May 7, 2018
  In the Dark Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn, all rights reserved
  
  Like a dog in heat he was single minded in his searching
  While he roamed the empty spaces nearby ocean waves that crashed upon the shore
  The sea fog coated the land and hid him from the safety nearby
  Weakly hunting a place to lay his pain racked head
  The cheap wine had gotten to his mind and left him stunned and all for dead
  Lying in the dark on a rotted floor of an old shack he found by the ocean’s side
  Before he fell into a cruel and empty sleep
  Enlightenment curled up around him like a coating of smoke
  From a fire burning deep within his soul
  While others unseen around him in shadows kept hidden
  They also slept the deep and troubled sleep, in open air, hiding from the sun
  In a cave of despair they all slept where no one can see within memories thin veil.
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Posted at 6:12 am by Gordon, on October 10, 2018

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