Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. 7


June 21 by The Running Son


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Here’s the best of my unpublished poetry over last week. Part 7. Love you. Enjoy. 😉

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

 ̊Running ̊Son


collection pt. 7

Who am I (riddle)

You may travel three winds
and three directions see.
The fourth will force your Will within
to turn and stare at me.

Lilith, the tortuous serpent:
eve looks, a gratuitous dreaming.
All forward movement ends then.
All stone, and halted breathing.

answer at extreme bottom of post

7.83 HZ

Tuning, I found you,
the sound.
Pulses of Earth.
The ground.

full moon comfort

A girl wrote,
in small poems,
emoting tones
of loneliness,
but also lines
describing homes
and of hearts
uniting hearts
with the full
soothing juices
of the new June
moon, and her arts.

fb poem

Back to Black by Wain Jordan


I got my own colds and pain.
I feel the oldness in my brain.
I feel the light nudging of insanity.
I got the old days to comfort me.

the petition

I pray all is well with you.
I pray a spell on you:
that a flying blue shell
would sweep in and fetch you,

and sail you warm and well
to a place I have made,
a table space, the courses
I have planned, this I demand

spirits at my command.
Place her safely. Land
her gently, hand
her to me and stand by

waiting. You mean to thank me.
I say no softly. You
see me leaving, returning
with coffee. You furnish

the smile, I’ll host your meal.
I’ll find time to feel you out,
and kindly oblige when the question
arises: why the half shell?

I say plainly, we creatures
thrive outside, as well.

for v

Church of the Poisoned Mind by Wain Jordan

Stars, bright, but so far.
Yet nebulae–so many–
sky full, so blinding.
Comment poem 4 Eva…

Why write

Poetry makes one word of 3.
A communication of the distilling
of dreams states and “meaning to say”
and “what I really mean”. Saying

I need you, or I love you, praying
or supplicating or stating the mundane,
poetry takes the pain of communication
as easy as waiting for, then missing a train.
prompt comment poem:

the alchemy of levity

Laugh out loud!
comedy is high
and round:

a noose for the banal,
a lasso for the proud
and a big damn grin

for the newly found.

(: Jim
(adapted from “o smile high”)

Jim’s boring poem

Boring is a story
of no mornings with no glory.
No foraging for shells, or
crashing in dive hotels,

thrashing around,
rock-star dashing, but snoring.
Surely the chief cardinal sin
is being boring.

fb poem

tundra’s belly

Plenty of moss
to hide my loss and locate
the heat among the rocks.

Find lost bones,
make them whole, shake
the cold where warm souls mold

old minds, find jewels
among tundra, and fresh grooves
among stones,


La Villa by Wain Jordan

La Villa by Wain Jordan

god, and the whiskey question

All weeping Jesus say Amen.
All laughing Jesus say that Gin
is less honest. But all mostly honest men
will laugh, haha, when the rapture’s upon us.

comment poem: on “We drink Because We are Poets” FB feed.

I cant believe you showed up

I was about to leave this place:
make the great dash without grace,
trailing, like a kite’s tail, someone’s

lace, and tripping over the sum
of your friends plus faces come
to see me land in arms, not crazy

alarmed fleeing down aisles, run-
away groom got miles in to
imagined futures before he noticed

you finally coming, my princess, the one.

For the Daily Prompt:


Your claws
could pierce through several
in one fell crescent.

Goddesses would stand watch.

comment poem

corner of 5th and moonlight

Been there, tasted the terror
of moon-walks through no man’s land.
Neighborhood in error.
Carefree blaring
some punk new around the area, few
stop here, between
this fence
and fifth street and your dance
And my hustle,
and your chance
to rise, muscle music mogul
from back of the fence, heavy pants–
silver slides click pow no second

(posted on the “Poetry” fb group)

♫ hope u enjoyed! Jim  –

-• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-

A: Medusa


9 thoughts on “Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. 7

  1. Ar Vhee says:

    ❤ all of these..
    P.s.: was looking for the "funny" one… ^_____^

  2. WilderSoul says:

    Yes – enjoyed! 🙂

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