We,
caught in the tangles
of a once-thoughtful mind,
all too much in
‘Bogged-down’
mode to ‘let it go’!

We suffer, wait,
ask
when will we be free,
liberated,
let loose to give
our festival of words,
parade of thoughts
to the world?

Other minds,
need our guidance,
our wisdom!
Oh, frustration!
Oh, drat!

Desperate ideas
send sour to his stomach,
burn to lungs;
that have rested far too long.
Grumbles the hears
and, how he squirms!
Yet, messages fail!

until……

Of a sudden, a miracle,
a jolt really,
the pen is lifted -
we hold our breaths!

as…

Liberation begins!


Jon Von Erb
6/2020

I believe the entire country is held under a blanket of depression.
The very fiber of our 2020 existence is strained to the max. Bindings
that held us in safety and warmth for so long are now threadbare.
Deceitful lies have vomited on the wooly confidence that we trusted in to allow us to keep concentrating on work, home, family.

Through our own complacency, we have allowed dark spots to stain the thermal protection our government once provided.  Those who we thought upheld law and order in the folds of our neighborhoods have torn away our confidence, our trust, leaving racist lesions, tattered cloth we once took for granted. Presidential Incompetence has jeopardized our jobs, our hope for better education, healthcare, even the ability to walk freely down the street

Yes, depression has cloaked our soul and put away our hope
and our faith from covering ourselves, our children, and even our respect.  We must double knit efforts to overthrow the oppression that has left us naked in the midst of a corrupt and entitled government.  We must adorn our shawls of courage and stand up for what we have always cherished. Toss off spoiled and raggedy holdings and replace them with a diversely woven fabric that will carry us forward to a free and prosperous unity once again.

Jon Von Erb
6/2020

wondering through
the wonderland of your new spirit
snatching bits of heart and soul
my love catches star-points
that sparkle in your eyes

I stroll among your dawns
soar through the cobalt of your skies
turn your clouds of misty grey
into understanding adventure

and
I stumble    oh so humble
into your nights

here as I watch you slumber
it’s been a while
since I have become wrapped
in the tender moments
of a newfound love

held within your private aura
my love begs to cuddle you
bask in the breath
of your wonder


Jon Von Erb
6/2020

You know,
they are all fab and fuzzy one moment;
flat-gone the next.

Wonder where part of your heart went?
Is part of your soul feeling tarnished?

Promises, they are full of them.
Ideas, fantasy-lovers, so intriguing;
feel like a puppet, a robot,
like you’ve been ridden;
a nouveau vacuum cleaner
suddenly replaced?

Some folks call them fickle,
others two-timers - me,

I call them slippers!

They try you on,
wear you out
and
before you get a chance
to be worn out,
they just slip away
leaving cold and bare!

**** slippers!

Jon Von Erb
6/2020