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The Angel of Death Checks in at a Local Motel – Poem by Jean Jones

Here’s a poem by Jean Jones. Jean writes: A made for order Angel of Death poem based on reality”
And quoting for the UK’s “Telegraph” newspaper (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/6080582/Model-murder-suspect-Ryan-Jenkins-was-a-good-guy-businessman.html):
“Model murder suspect Ryan Jenkins was a ‘good guy’ businessman
But the manner of his death could have been scripted for TV: as police
investigated the murder suspect’s suicide at a [...]

Hug me – poem by Bruce Whealton

Hug me!

Take my hand
help me
hold me
comfort me.

I’m not ready yet
to stand alone.
I’m scared…
so scared
that I’ll fall.

Don’t let go.
No, don’t leave me
alone – come
back.
Help me.

Hug me!

By Bruce Wheelton
June 24, 2009

Altered States in Poetic Dreams – poem by Bruce Whealton

Altered States in Poetic Dreams

There is one
difference
in my use
of hypnotic
patterning
in poetry…

I do not write
a poem
with one reader
or listener
in mind.

I write
those things
that have
altered
my consciousness
in the most
intense
ways.

So, the question
is not
can you be
hypnotized,
the question is
can I find
the language
patterns
that will
be most effective
in altering
your
consciousness.

By Bruce Whealton
June 24, 2009

Meaning and Purpose – poem by Bruce Whealton

Meaning and Purpose

I don’t know why I spend my time
writing these words,
unaware of whether anyone
is even reading the words

and so to whom
are these words written
and for what purpose?

Like a letter
to a lost,
deceased
loved one,
I wonder about
the futility
of my actions.

I write alone.
My following
is quite small
but in my mind
I dream of something
much bigger.

I imagine
that eventually
these words
will reach
the ears
eyes [...]

Dear God – Poem by Bruce Whealton

Dear God,

I know
all things are possible
for you
and you know
my passionate,
no desperate,
needs
desires
hungers…

Yes, this is
that same prayer.
How much
more passionately
can I present
my supplication?

I don’t
know what
to do.

How would I even
know
if you did
choose
to grant
my supplication?
What would I need to do
differently?

I sometimes
feel
completely
and totally
directionless.

By Bruce Whealton
June 22, 2009

The Induction – poem by Bruce Whealton

The Induction

In this poem
I’d like to alter your
consciousness and help
you to begin
to find
a greater sense of
re – lax – a – tion
and you will be able to return
to this place or state
of mind
and this poem
whenever [...]

Poetry is hypnosis – poem by Bruce Whealton

Poetry is hypnosis

Poetry is hypnosis,
whose success
is measured
by its ability
to alter
one’s consciousness -

and yet
not every good
poem will
create the same
trance in everyone…

sometimes it’s the
reader’s voice
and the empathy
between reader, poet
and listener.

June 9, 2009

What really matters – poem by Bruce Whealton

What really matters

On some beach
that never ends
I’m with her
in my mind…
and just for a few moments
I can pretend
that things never change
that sometimes we
walk hand-in-hand
forever.

This is my dream -
to stop time
like it seemed
to happen
long ago…
when, in those moments,
I had nothing
else to do,
no other responsibilities…
nowhere to go
no deadlines,
no to-do lists,
and just for a while
there was no one [...]

A Place to Stay – poem by Bruce Whealton

Shelter
A place to stay

It was like yesterday
when I met this vampire and
nearly moved in with him.
He offered a place to stay.
He drank from me for 24 hours
leaving me in a dream-like state.

I still see those teeth
and the shinny bald head.

I was amazed at how
he controlled that dog of his,
too amazed to notice how I
slipped into [...]

Buffy’s Play Room – Poem by Bruce Whealton – humorous, lighthearted.

New Title:
Buffy thinks
this is her playroom
Until I got my kitten
I didn’t notice all the cords
in my home…
hanging cords, drooping cords -
hours of entertainment for kitty.

All these cords
setup just for kitty!

See her leap through a web
of cables and cords here
and run across the obstacle
course that is my living room.

Items fall
but kitty keeps running
or playing.

By Bruce Whealton
April [...]