rw-dennen
Hypothetically speaking, I would rather be under the tyranny / of the diverse majority; rather than under the tyranny of the narrow few. Peace unto you / / / Today is tomorrow because of yesterday / / RW Dennen 1939-(not yet) / / / All Poems, Prose and Free Verse is (c) Copyrighted By / RW Dennen All Rights Reserved. / [email protected]
Found out I'm suppose to be
an "Aries leader"...
Found out I'm only a
follower
Found out I must follow myself;
"I must follow the Aries leader"
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
Now the quiet settles upon the plains
Whereas the saddened heart no longer remains
You fought your ancestors fight for freedom rights
inundated in baptismal water in freezing nights
Even braved the growling hounds
Feared not the shielded men of so-called law
You danced your chants and danced so ever tall
and saved the water for us all
for Came the Ancestors To The Call...
For all warriors at standing rock...
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
A belated "Hallows Eve" poem
I dare you to read and sleep well tonight
he he he !!!
...Wisp of the willow
waning of sun
Sounding breezes
in "Willow-Wisp-Run"
Sail on the night air,
phantoms will scare
with gathering of night clouds
in darkness of air
Moon on the dark side
as dead leaves fall,
visions of shadows
embracing us all
Phantoms caress us
on a dancing wind
Their breath be of coldness
upon your goose-bumping-skin
Green eyes of burning
night phantoms we see,
your body will shiver
your soul to be free
Night specters in black
in "Willow-Wisp-Run"
like black-widow spiders
and sticky-webs spun
Down the dark basement
a slithering spot moves
enticing phantoms
to eat of its ooze
Death now surrounds you
in thickness air
Flies on the ceiling
and foul smelly air
Blood splashed in crmson
like a phantom's stare
Screeching of night things
hooting of owls,
the sound of these spirits;
the dancing dead,
breath comes in tremors,
feet cannot run
feeling the night air;
wishing the sun
Whispering willow,
waning of sun,
voices of phantoms
in "Willow-Wisp-Run"
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Sad wide eyes of homelessness
A murderous winter
falls without Mercey
The morgue fills with tenants
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
Being spring thinking it most apropos
for welcoming in our
so sought after warming friend
that influences both attitude and behavior as well
Meanwhile bursting pinkish and white blossoms of cherry and dogwood and the resurrection of tulips, of crocus
of bright yellow daffodils, in accordance, of perfumed scented purple hyacinth
All fall in spring patterns as hues of color and natural perfumed air flourishes everywhere
The air is filled with connecting one being to another
Each being is enthralled with the heated day
Birds chirp on nature's timetable
in genetic rhythm
Warmth fills our nostrils mixed with mother nature in blossoming fragrance
This new warming day envelopes your body
like a true lover
Your stiffened shoulders and body relax with each easy step taken
Spring skies vanquish the dismal and grey days
revealing a blue and sunny canopy with white billowing clouds
extending into a blue dazzling horizon
Still and at ease are your and my thoughts
as remorseful thinking is now of cheer
And the relaxed warmth and happy chatter
of outside awakened people break the harsh-cold-winter silence
Have you felt your mind and body relax and smile after listening
my dear friends?
A revision from 2014m
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
What golden hearts
seek other souls of gold
What gentle tears roll down from
weeping eyes of red
For escaping hearts
run against the gauntlet from the past
a trodden road that lingers on to ever last
In sadness rendered, comes the twilight from
the dim
to feel the freedom of brightness light within
Comes the brightness your smiling eyes reveal
a radiant countenance of warming flesh and not of steel
What cherished thoughts
I lay them at your feet
your accepting love
and searching eyes so dearly sweet
It's you and me my radiant dove,
illuminating
a sparkling brightness
of our love...
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
This is to pay homage to our very smart calico-color-cat
She talks too much even talks back and on her collar
a heart-shaped name-tag bears her name, "Reese"
being the lover of people...
You see, too many other behaviors so lovingly insane
she bears a reflection in short verse
I can only explain...
You see, she gives a parlor welcome
by rolling on the floor
our feline watchman
for the opening of the front-room door
You see, she sits so
like the sphinx
upon the sea of sand
so reverent, so silent, so grand
You see, she thinks she's Cleopatra
gliding across the room
chasing imagined whatevers
in an endless purring tune
You see, she likes to:
Side swipe, give a loving bite, bump a head,
be on our bed, dizzy dance, be in a trance
kiss her head, eat with love, tap our leg, and
open our bedroom door...WOW!!!
You see, watching furry *****
her crumpled way to sleep
sleeping in many places curiosity to seek
and once upon your leg-bed
so cozy, so warm, so deep
You see, she's the lion in Africa
on an earthy colored rug
chasing toy animals
and an imagined turtle dove
You see, she drops her favorite toy
besides our bedroom door
making trust and love
will forever endure
You see she dashes up our steps
and flies all around;
practicing for tryouts- seemingly-
as a dashing circus clown
You see, with her sorcerer's spell
think or mention her name
then BAM!!...out of the blue
she's walking in your domain
You see, her hiding in foliage
is nothing but a chair
ready to playfully pounce
upon a toy duck in despair
You see, her eyes of staring wisdom
burrow right into you
A beautiful loving feline
from the university of feline U
You see, she gives us orders
what not to do
because her alma mater is feline U
You see, she's cat-dog-human
perplexing as can be
Makes one wanna climb
the highest nearest tree
You see, she licks her coat of colors
of Reese peanut butter candy cups
of brown and dark and milky chocolate
one of her many ups
After all, this list keeps growing
and must be cut short
I must collect my thoughts, for many things to sort...
Thank you and Reese says, "MEOW." (as always)
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
My rising heart sun
breaks my famished dreams
Your newly song spirit
touches my happy mind
We sing together with
singing eyes that sparkle glow
I weave your spirit into mine
as we feast upon the day sublime
We joke our tickles
throughout the morn
Two hearts in love
never to be torn...
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
You stood in the limelight
before a shaft of blazing luminescence
emitted from the zenith positioned
matrix of all energy
The brightness illuminated your
radiant countenance
as blackness enveloped around your
structures as in a early baroque
by Rembrandt
Your form was made from the finest
materials
But your representatives stood in defiance going beyond
their eroded gardens and
trampled vegetation and beast
underfoot; even defecated plutonium
in my backyard
and belched various gases in my face
Luxury is still your ideology;
all to sure in obtaining
unlimited resources
You are still heavily consuming
the best
still maintaining the frivolous notion
that all is well
never anticipating
that time passes into the future
The shaft of blazing sunlight
has insidiously been replaced
by a blinding interrogation lamp
as darkness licks at your morals
and creeps upon your very being
small cracks are now being discovered upon your once lovely face
No longer can you obtain desirous
riches as readily
as options become minimized,
while playing and bullying a winning serious game of monopoly
against poor countries
Panic is beginning to take hold
as reality overcomes frivolity
You are starting to run,
you have already left one of your golden combat boots
in Vietnam; later pirated black gold
from Mesopotamia
under perjury and severed our nation with the fascistic sword of xenophobia,
and plundered the spirits, at home, and other innocent minorities unjustly
And nationalised yourself from a continent to an island regressing
into itself; homogenized into exceptionalism and the nervous propagandized
gnashing of Caucasian teeth
But doubtless to say
there is no reason
for a prince to save you
because you have gotten too old,
much too corporatised,
too corrupted, too soon, too fast,
YOU MUST SAVE YOURSELF!!
And I know you can
And I know you can
be that lady with that beacon torch of hope...once...again
And whence comes the nourishment of love that flourishes once more...
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
Sometimes we have to
stop long enough;
observe into,
breathe into,
and listen to the silence of the void...
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC