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Poems Second
Truth-Seeker
by Derek Geiger
As I limped along the road,
Beaten, Broken, Lost,
I pondered the miles I’d strode
And what they all had cost.
Some had been light, airy, gay,
And some had bent me low.
Some had shown a brighter way,
And some…I didn’t know.
Were they beacons, shining hope,
Or were they merely lies,
Grand delusions, slacking rope,
Or proof of divine eyes?
One thing, for sure, I did know,
I had seen myself shrink
Only so that I could grow,
Relieve another kink
That choked the air from my lungs,
And kept my pace just short
Of long-admired, wizened tongues
Whose ways I longed to court
And make them mine, matrimony,
Marry myself to them,
Emancipate from phony,
False stones, to wed a gem.
I hope I carry the lesson
And learn from all the ill-
Prepared, cheap window dressin’,
Burn the chaff ere the mill.
R.I.P. PSH
by Derek Geiger
Oh, how I yearn to feel the burn
Melt away,
The dark to watch and then debauch
Under spray
Of blossoms, bright, red at midnight,
End of day,
As the Master holds disaster
There at bay.
Fallen Graces blank their faces
In drowned milk
Where places dark leave their cold mark
On their ilk,
Beneath the cloud, no longer loud,
Just like silk,
A silken band, ’round arm, not hand,
It will bilk
Last bits of essence from your earthly presence.
More Sundaze
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Political suicide: Slippery slope to the six six feet
Sundaze: Oklahoma halved and a poem from India
100 percent chance of Purple Rain: A poem on Prince
Sundaze: A naked lunch in the political echo chamber
Milady of the Beer: ‘I’m superb at love and war’
To become a man: Buddy Hield meets Kobe Bryant
Sundaze: A future of pizza and/or war
Trumpdaze: An ‘Unstoppable force’
Saving daylight: ‘We do not listen’
‘Our city on the hill embraces the landfill’
Earthquakes and sins: ‘The freedom to breathe’
‘Excuses for slavery prick my hand’
Happy Valentine’s Day: Every comic begins with ‘C’
Flat Earthism: ‘Today will not be normal’
‘Our love died right on the table’
Deflated footballs and a requiem for Beirut
Sundaze: Darth Vader, David Bowie & Emily Dickinson
‘Did you wash your mouth with acid?’
‘Life’s got reckoning to do’
