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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
