Jedd Ong

Jedd Ong Feb 2014

By Grace

The morning
Rays filter in:

The hands of a broken
Clock,

Which is to say
My time was up
A long time ago;
Today's a new day.

Though I'm not quite there yet,

I know I'll get by.

Morning. -_-

Jedd Ong Feb 2014

Second City Savior

At the end of the sidewalk
Is a ghoulish jig,
Unholy Ghost glaring at those
Who come—
Charlie Parker on the speakers.

He's clad in black with a scornful smile,
Eyes perpetually open
And searching for the youngest Child—
A giveaway:
The unchained dreamer.

Knee skidding the curb, a wince
And he pounces,
Long fingers sweeping
Her off her feet—
A farmer's daughter.

"Hush,"
Is all he says,
Pavement light.

"Hush,"
Is all He says,
Swathed in white.

Jedd Ong Feb 2014

Untitled

Oh! How hell awaits—
Open your gates, and see!
The wrath of God revealed to all,
And all revealed to me!

Within these rusted gates
Hang gallows coarse as sand,
Engrained on it, in weathered stone
My names in fine, slight hand.

"I'm sorry son, it's just too much,
"The punishment's all but done.
"And though stand you, with head held high,
"The charge has just begun."

And on their steps that beckon,
With body ******, bent,
My ears, they heard, in whispered snarls:
"To die, He never meant!"

To this, I turned, and glimpsed and smiled,
"To You, Oh Lord, my praise!"
Which he in turn, with glass-strewn eyes

Refused, utterly betrayed.

Part Light Brigade, part fear. I got lucky with the meter.

Jedd Ong Feb 2014

Cough Syrup

Raindrops on
My windowsill
Race down
Paths that
Light trace for it,

Faint slants
Which carve
Niches for
The innocent—

Mornings which
Cough faintly,
Smoke lingering

On her throat
But still singing.

Jedd Ong Feb 2014

Untitled

There aren't enough of them to
Go around:
Windows bleak but truthful,

Showing the world
Outside:
Whether black or
Painted with flowers

And Knows
The difference.

Allows for prisoners to
Forget the bars
And the bars to forget the prisoners-

Especially the innocent ones:
Murderers for mercy
Toiling underneath the
Razor sharp edge
Of a microscopic knife
Cutting past the throat
Of innocuous farmers.

Wheat plains that stretch Golden,
Stretch for miles and miles
To a little place the other Kansans call
"Out there..."

In Cold Blood.

Jedd Ong Feb 2014

Glorious Ruins

Through His mercy we have survived.
Wrath sparing
Temple and parthenon,
Synagogue covered
In moss,
Castles ****** but unbowed
For us to
Remember.

Allowed us to keep
Corners of
Eden:

A bedroom wall slathered
In picture frames,
A front porch dusted with snow—

Fragments
We tore away with

Tears clouding our eyes.

Jedd Ong Feb 2014

The Athlete's Prayer:

Lord,

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can never control,
To accept the things that I can control.

To understand that we come together in fellowship-
And what a fellowship!

To not fear the game but respect it,
To not shoulder its burdens, but share it

To start every set with a prayer,
And honor each player

To be sporting and true-
Always giving the glory to You

Amen.

Two games tomorrow. To Him be the glory. Not a poem.