Epistolary and Prose - Hello Poetry

Sep 2016

Devin Ortiz

Stress

I wish I could go Supernova
To explode
And burn up this crippling anxiety
The chest pumping
Immobilizing pressure
Weighing me down

#anxiety #stress #pressure

Sep 2016

AK93

Frizzle Frazzle Rizzle Razzle

I lost the rhythm, dropped the beat, choked the chords.

I think I'm slipping through,

cemented feet, on the corner, of responsibility street,

and romance avenue.

A famine of feats, a loss of belief, what else have you?

never a clue,
what not to do.

Sep 2016

nivek

chemical exchanges

all those chemical exchanges
when reading poetry
reaction on a subatomic scale

Sep 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

On Any Day ....

Sunlit , steaming , cracked parking lots in between Friday rains , dumpster drains form acrid , putrid pools , rank reminders carried into open windowed non air condition dwellings , children play in sprinkling rain for relief , city trolleys crash watery asphalt depressions ,
homeless shelter neath the awnings of boarded storefronts , cyclone fence -barbed
wire runs in every direction , emergency vehicles , taxis , suburbanites head for
their destinations
Men light one cigarette with another
Women repass with their neighbors from front porches
A forgotten district filled with quiet desperation* ....

Sep 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

John and Jane Doe ...

Walk into a room where people are laughing -
only to watch silence ensue , you've become an issue
Your neighborhood dealer 'cutting you a deal' on something
killing you , pupils fixed and dilated , the
machinery is running out of gas , waiting on a
view from the Moon when the pang of death passes
The picture loses the Sun as reason is fractured , morality collapses ,
hope is trashed as your troubled heart slowly relaxes* ...

Copyright September 23 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

Opioids ......

Sep 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

1979

Post-war digs line Locke Street
Kudzu , streetlights , lamplight
Critters and skeeters , front porch
smokers , stray cats , brown bats
Concrete sidewalks , sacks of One Stop
chicken sandwiches , cold beer and
L&M; cigarettes
A doobie on the wood porch , a
brand new FM love song , arpeggios flying
into space , no regard for the work
week rat race , a smooth young face without
the first sign of a wrinkle , happy and single
A swig of 'Mist , a midnight ride to an all
night 'catfish expedition' on Saturday night* ..

Sep 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

The Dusty Shelf ....

Trinkets and what-nots work full moon sorcery on lonely nights , recalling the past both good and bad , staring from shelves without -
blinking , knowing full well what their prey are thinking
Waiting for tonights victim to hit the hay
Inducing nightmares , devilment , sanity held at bay , logic for ransom , Colonel Nutcracker so debonair and handsome , waiting for the final candle to be snuffed , to gather with your comrades on the 'Dutchmasters Cigar box ... Night of tomfoolery and mischievous happenstance , of devious aim , and unscrupulous circumstance* ...

Sep 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Late Night Thought ....

If we could only vote by cell phone ,
Lo and behold , the problems we might solve* ...