Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. 14


September 15 by The Running Son


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Here’s the best of my unpublished poetry over last week or two. Part 14. Love you all. Enjoy. 😉

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

 ̊Running ̊Son


collection pt. 14



“Jericho or bust!”

I cast my hopes
on the Jericho road.
At last my bones
may travel alone!

Strata of blood
and carved sandstone
abut this path back
to land and home.

Had a few laughs,
thrown a few stones.
God knows my battles,
knows how I’ve grown.

I’ll never collapse!
(and cannot pass over
this mass of blood and sand

[ruining my moment]).

written for The Daily Prompt: Tell us about a time when you should have helped someone… but didn’t.


….like reaching
back in memory to find our lost youth,
waiting for the tooth-fairy, imagining
what it would be like in school, where rules
would make sense, and futures snap into clarity.
But school became heavily ruled structure, form
followed function, and we made assumptions that life was one great need to be met by sweat and human production.



facebook response poem.


By mutiny we refuse to see
our humanity, and that nonsense
bitter-board soap-opera threat
of jumping-bean regeme popping,
all in conflict and mystery.

Pot for humanity.
If not, miscarriage me. My inherent
cacophony of dull quid
would be refused by spooners,
and all scum exhibiting free kicks.

Written for a facebook prompt: create a flash poem from the list of words (below)

mutiny blank dull over board bitter stick mold conflict miscarriage scum catfish free despised coward ganging-up popping soap opera mystery jumping bean refuse spend sell nonsense ban married menage blocked humanity hate inherent regime kettle pot exhibit threat kick wooden spoon cacophony bible bucket quid.


I am a geologist with a rock hammer
manner combing
shared frequencies, a man’s measuring
of deep techtonic
and personal quakes, venting pressures,
and measuring

inseams and weight.
Empirical knowledge is rendered
useless—a blank slate.
I’m layered
this way, therefore I exist?
Dismiss all carbon dating: this issue
is gone, airborne.
A fixed status report
updated daily suggests
we take fate forays into fissures, find buried veins,
(a no brainer), and end
this issue:
this rock abuse by men, and man excavators

needing tissue.

unpub’d rant

♫ hope u enjoyed! Jim  –

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    love the hammer man )

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