DECEMBER POETS

December 1, 2011 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

 

 

 

 

 

Rats

By

S.M. Abeles

 

 

Slithering across the grid,

a maze with no real exit,

Capitol City’s downtown streets,

work furlough Friday night buzz paying off,

passed the smiling death of gourmet ice cream parlors and faux organic eateries,

passed the politicians’ aids,

the lawyers; murderers, accomplices,passed the college bars tendering roofies up,

passed the college kids blissfully ignorant of what I am,or life is,

capable of,

to the station, my jitney to death row,

I leave the remains of my last meal,

half eaten Margherita pizza, half drunk beer,

with my friends.

With the rats.

 

 

Catcher

Your red-bound yellow-letter boy,

pondering lost ducks, houndstoothe coats, and posh rebellion,

I am,

just the catcher

in your daydream fields of rye,

Holdin’ you close

until I return you,

to that phony thing you call your real life.

 

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11 Comments

    • Michael December 09, at 09:44

      Hi Gabriel, I am not laying down my pen 'till I live fully and die empty. In projecting Ghana and Africa as a continent, let the pen be our tongue and as a strong magnet of warfare. Thanks good friend

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  1. Oneal Walters December 05, at 13:51

    Hi Michael Poets are who they are, I love the 4th stanza. Especially this part. ‘Coz I have one life, one breath, passionately, to do poetry”. Oneal

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    • Michael December 09, at 09:14

      Thanks Oneal, Poets have an insightful zeal and as prophets, I guess our language must sought to teach beauty and all the natural sense of our living. Thanks Oneal and OW News for the drive and opportunities offered moi.

      Reply
  2. Giff ford December 05, at 07:05

    Michael‘s poem is splendid! Just love that style.

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    • Michael December 09, at 09:27

      Thanks Giff Ford, I am grateful for the warm comment and appreciating my piece. Your message soothes my soul 'coz it was posted on the exact day of my birth.

      Reply
  3. Ronald Fischman December 04, at 01:50

    The kinesthetic wisdom of "dive" comes at me from the p.o.v. of the watched as well as the watcher. Also, the act inarguable meaning, the specifics of which can be debated. Not all poets can transform acts as physical as the dive, with the physical manipulation of the body to prepare for the dive, into paeans to aesthetics and significance. 9.9!!

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    • Michael December 09, at 09:30

      Thanks Ronald Fischman, Wow.... In-depth language thought. Thanks for the compliments and the high score 9.9. Stunning! It makes me wanna write more. Stay blessed and please do read more of me

      Reply

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