̊Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. ÏÏ 2

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May 24 by The Running Son

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(Submitted for event at: We Drink Because we are Poets http://becausewerepoets.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/monday-poetry-prompt-4-picture-perfect-results/)

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Hello guys (; Here’s the best of my “unpublished”, over last two or so days. Love you. Enjoy. 😉

 ̊Running ̊Son –  Poems collection pt. ÏÏ 2

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the “I wish” hash

I wish

I was a #digital bird.
I could bathe in à̍̉§©ɩɨ̍̉ bird-baths every sunrise.
#nobody-would-know which matrix
I sleep in.
@nd I could #fly-OverAndGreet you thru

#tweets.

*

Jim Aldrich

(comment: http://wrestling-life.com/2013/05/24/wish-i-was-a-bear/comment-page-1/#comment-4402)

Call to Care

I cut my own hair
save all girls
the nature-event
of seeing age fall.

I trim my own fat
The butcher
is fat saving
for a profit-thin share-all.

I feed my own cat.
all that’s good
is side-labeled in love
lettering and hair-balls.

I breath my own air.
Hair falls, protecting
sudden impacts of growth,
ears tuned

to the call.

*

*

by Jim Aldrich

(5/24 FB comp. page)

2 little §’s, primed by love

· ··•·•·•| § |•·•·•·· ·
knowledge is Always
incomplete. Sources dont fit
in books. coVers dust

· ··•·•·•| § |•·•·•·· ·
transmissions dont speak
English need–dont bleed red.
dont feed un-wed ones

· ··•·•·•| § |•·•·•·· ·

*

*

by Jim Aldrich

(5/24 FB comp. page)

Pill-people Eaters

I live in a purple colony.
Got purple all over me.
and purple people

taking pills for anti-blues,
smoking purps, people
eating turkey bird-flew

bowls of redbean stew
reading, steaming,
froth about ego-coos,

and impolitic intro’s
of mixed purple news:
2 pills. 3 decisions:

the red pill
and/or
the blue?
*
*
*
by Jim Aldrich

(Submitted for event at: We Drink Because we are Poets http://becausewerepoets.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/thursday-poetry-prompt-4-choices-choices-choices/comment-page-1/#comment-1757)

co-incidental–
pure reality exists
with misadventures

*

jim (fb comp pg)

sad rose poem, and a letter on snakes

*

Roses are red
Violets are blue
violets die easy
I tried, believe me.
j

or…

Of late, snakes
have ate, mating
paths taken, ask
snakes in grass
debates sipping blue
root-shakes, making
red handed breaks.

sun-sleep keep me.
red day take me.
Blue one, one-day
one sea-snake me.
That’s me snaking.
red sand making
blue wake floating

blue-pill taking

*

by Jim Aldrich

(Comment, response poems: http://evaxthepoetess.wordpress.com)

Mirror

Mirror
thanks for showing me
myself clearer.
Not the man I used to be.
Tell me here and now
is this the way it should be?

Fear reflects me here.
Resides in me flip-side
staring at me, faces
caring, taking me,
smooth, placing me
and soon facing me

with truth chasing me, age-hound loose
and tail-locked, like a caboose.
Mirror, I see now.
you tell me
how eye-thought mirrors

holo-grammatic interior
static messaging,
making me think
I am the image
in the mirror.

I see.
*
*
*
Jim ♫

(comment poem for Belinda: http://busymindthinking.com/2013/05/21/mirrors-lie/)

Blood Wars

Wars that can be
are being won.
Fought, sung by thousands,
done in moments,

lived in seconds,
endured for lifetimes
and taken for granted,
like, cant we ever break

our chains, and just manage?

*

by Jim Aldrich

(comment/response: http://desolateone.wordpress.com/2013/05/21/blood-sport/comment-page-1/#comment-1)

breaking blocks

Dear thoughts,
you do not understand
the university-defying force
behind common trying.

Courses belie–
fine eyes and smart minds
writing by degrees, make exits
straight through all kinds of blocked dreams.
*

*

by Jim Aldrich

for Tiwi (Comment: https://runningfather.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/the-great-installation-poem/#comment-3207)

Of Luck.

Read: Grace.

Reality misadventures,
coincidental.

Pure and simple.
Crazy luck, given fiction,

product of loose justice
and resembling

chaos

Jim 😉 ♫

(With Kira on Wordie Wednesdays [very cool] http://wrestling-life.com/2013/05/22/wordle-wednesdays-4/comment-page-1/#comment-4236)

“Mother hates Me”

My mother always wanted
a quarter from me, fronted…
for a quarter-phone, working
for one more ounce of backing.

Quarterly, lacking orderly
packing, foam bordered
mother-acts cross black
market borders with informers.
*
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by Jim Aldrich

(Submitted for event at: http://thepoetryquestion.com/2013/05/23/the-daily-prompt-may-23/)

♫ hope u enjoyed! Jim  –  -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-

13 thoughts on “̊Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. ÏÏ 2

  1. Shainbird says:

    Enjoyable read throughout. Brilliant thoughts and clever ideas! Too much good to single out one, I loved the Pill Eaters, Mother Hates Me, Mirror, Call to Care…

  2. […] Jim – | The RunningFather Blog | Running Son – Poems Collection pt. II 2 […]

  3. Helter skelter heart hashtags honorifics in a half hearted attempt at alchemy, wallowing in wishing wishing wells to stave the scars, composing sonnets to starmen.

    Love the way you ¢reate word§ with §ymb☼l§ 😉

  4. Eva PoeteX says:

    Sheer brilliance! 😀

  5. I love the handwriting shot.

  6. 1WriteWay says:

    Enjoyed very much. I love them all but feel partial to “the “I wish” hash” and “Call to Care” and “Mirror” 🙂

  7. nessajay says:

    I really like “Call to Care,” “Of Luck.” and “My Mother Hates Me.” Great word play, imagery, and meaning.

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