Swoosh, I hear wings glide
across my quiet spot near
babbling water along the creek.
I imagine
wise owls
limping along winter gray limbs
basking in first streaks of
sunlight,
collecting my vibes
gathering my pains
my joys
together for me
and sending them
to me revamped,
and wrapped with hope.
I stir out of
comfort to
face today
optimism blankets me.

How delicate paradise was
Balanced on the scales of human desire
Just a frailty away from chaos.

she said no,
to something she doesn't know
she thinks i'm not worth her cost
whew! she's not my loss...

she didn't believe me
she even disliked me
she's blind to see my angel cause
hell! she's not my loss...

she told me to go away,
sure! i'll never stay..!!
love's hard to find when it's out and lost,
after all, she's not my loss...

Fear not Nazis,
for they are fools and nearly extinct.

Fear not Commies under your bed,
McCarthy's vile invention has been exposed.

Fear not the Yellow Peril,
for they are you, or your neighbour.

Fear not terrorists,
just the last in a long list of lies
for fear ascribed
to freedom proscribed
by the Patriot Act.

Fear the fear that governs.

Though on a personal note,
I fear none of that.
I piss in its general direction.

So what
if my heart
is killing me by inches,
so what
if coronary arteries
are slowly squeezing,
so what
if pain writhes
exquisite through my chest
when I am tired,

I am already dead,

so what the rest of you all dread
I have embraced,
what you fear is now my
intimate companion,
what you see as final ending
is my new beginning,
each and every day.

Hatred drives the appetites
of happy murderers,
grateful for the chance
to show their righteous indignation,
laughing at the agonizing fear
of battered innocence
driven to the place of execution
by cracking whips of butchering mirth
and jokes about virginity given
without permission.

Forced down by hands already
slaked with others' blood,
no blackened eyes are bound,
no broken hands tied back
behind bruised backs,
just terror
in the realization
no one will help.

For someone whom I know:
All the words, deeds and redundancies
Buried with memories,
Written in sheets alleviated
By time and amber ties
Disintegrating.

For someone whom I know:
The resurrected obscurities
Engulfed within my heart,
My soul and insecurity,
Sufficed by gall and bile
Retaliating.

For someone whom I know
Are these two words exhilarating:
"Misguided trust", gleaming
The heart with realizations
Of hefty betrayal
Obliterating.

"CROW"
Margaret Ann Waddicor
9th February 2011.

Caw crow,
your crookéd walk
a waddle like a duck ,
your cawing fills the wood,
as black and sharp you croak
to originate suspicion's cloak of soot
to cause alarm,
our words in mysteries and myths,
your messages, your shadows cast
on damsels, villages in distress,
or enchanting maidens far away
to places still unknown.

Corner curtains drawn
In Heart of Sedona shop
Eleven gather

Souls seek to render poems
Clangs of coffee cups compete
Carlo’s rough throat cracks

Foretells fresh goodwill
Surrounding mother nature
Snakes become our friends

Mokasiya scales
Red rock crowns of mesas
And dreams of love poems

About grasshopper
Chirps from long hind legs; insects
Eager for ardor

Marita recites
Endearments for Mom and Dad
And Tennessee walks

Train of thought….

In a cigarette smoke
filled atmosphere
Carl Philip’s music
played, ..
Buddy took the stage
to dodge, insult.

John hoped he’d get
his shot as George,
heard a Harp,
play gentle.

Dylan cried words,
on strawberry
fields. They’d groan,
he doesn’t care
to reign.

Then a guy gave a
Silly perverse, wave
to Paul as he
left the building,
scrabbled into a limo
and was gone