March 7, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Dayne Topkin photo



Rick Davis







We are animal-angels

and these days our government

seems like a vampire

bathed in the darkness of night.


Happiness and grief are dependent

on electronic toys.


The notebook of our consciousness

sometimes seems empty –

waiting to be filled with love.


Spiritually we are Western pigeons

flying towards an Eastern garden home.


But with love the notebook is filling

and the sky’s future

is a sunny bright blue.






Halfwit Coffee House: Logan Square Chicago



Light fills my soul

With mystical chords

Of silvery-blue love.


I feel growing peace

Fill my aura and bathe

The coffee house

And it’s patrons


With soothing, silent

Caressing compassion.


I connect through

The softly playing Indie-rock

Music to Oscillating planets

And spiritual Godly energy.


As above, so below.







Rick Davis

Rick Davis is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate programs.  He is married, and has over 700 published poems.

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