“Hey, how's it going?”
What a terr-
It's a nightm-
Awf-
Unbear-
Unbelie-
Ba-
Not gr-
Horr-
Wors-
So stres-
Tire-
Hung-
Hur-
Sic-
No goo-
“Not too bad. And you?”
~
NM

11/18/16

Winter is coming
with glimmers of snow
this at least I know
because of sky growls

Winter is coming
I watch fowls
wrapped in their feather cowls
head for warm relief

Winter is coming
gasps the last leaf
unfurled from its mortal sheaf
when Night King’s sword swings down

Winter is coming
tremble, under Ice Maiden’s frown
when the sight of her gown
dismays rather than awes

Winter is coming
with its silent claws
so much pain it will cause
its enemies will know defeat

Winter is coming
there is no soul so fleet
as to successfully retreat
from Winter’s adroit wrath

Winter arrives at Winterfell
taking a hail and sleet bath
contented growls cause pause
spikes rained down
cover advance of a thief
whose nefarious shadow’s prow
stifles light so darkness may grow.
~
NM
4/11/18

Dance
ahead of explosions
that threaten to burst from your soul into your soles.

Dance
for your elders, mother, father, brothers, sisters, friends,
for those before,
those here now,
those yet to come.

Dance
with grace that makes the eagle envious,
playfulness that makes the otter serious,
more strength than a bear,
deeper courage than the badger.

Never let someone to say
"you cannot dance"
no one can
claim, usurp, conquer
your affair
with beats of beasts.

Dance
in today,
the movement of yesterday is ghost,
the motions of tomorrow are shadow.

Dance
beyond explosions that threaten to burst
your soul and soles.
~
NM
5/25/17

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~
NM
11/02/16

In a rained-out world
painted in shadow
smeared by waters
and bus stop-
undeterred,
her red umbrella
burns crimson through
desolate darkness
like random library
selfies of beauty
buried in paper skin,
shielded by her
red umbrella

In an overcast world
stencilled in sorrow
her umbrella-
so red, so shiny-
reaches out to me,
taking all my woes
and weary waters away
when I hear her say-
"Hey, write me a poem
about a red umbrella"

In a sunny world
etched in joyance
dabbed in frappé-
my four-wheel red umbrella
drives us from
country to café,
where perfectly good
grand pianos meet
symphonic chaos,
amicably amplified as we mingle
under our red umbrella
~
NM
09/20/16

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They want me to subscribe
seek to prescribe
me Their prognosis of capitalism
content only when
I approve Their content

Her prophetess grace
unravels unlaces
Their societal disgraces
chastises the beasts
of Babylon with a wrist flick

I hear freedom ring
as Her fingers sing
cajole the oppressed
voices before drowned, now
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NM
5/17/18

Dear You,

I've been here, waiting
for quite an awful long while
my Christmas tree’s a skeleton
my Mistletoe’s missing the toe
my ugly sweater’s an attractive doily
the eggnog’s mould spores unionized
while I’ve been here, waiting for You

I don't care about composting tree,
missing toe, changeling sweater,
or mould spore solidarity

All I care about is You,
who cannot be
bought packaged bagged sold,
I have not one use for gold
trimmings or fancy paper,
I can live without things
baubles toys trinkets rings

All I need
All I want
for Christmas
is You

Truly Yours,

Me
~

Nathan MacKrith
11/28/17