Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. 15

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Here’s the best of my unpublished poetry over last week or two. Part 15. Love you all. Enjoy. 😉

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

 ̊Running ̊Son

Poems

collection pt. 15

 

lov.

e-love?

1. lov le!

2. evol!

e-volve.

love.

 

FB poem

“Poor Bert”

After a
disconcerting
turn
at
Facebook
flirting,
spurned
where
repressed
urges
met
fresh
urging,
Bert
returned
to
his
impersonal
social
media
curtain,
squirming.

Bert
was
hurting.
His
chat’d
been
merely
PG
thirteen.
Now
Bert’s
working on
skirting
dirty
ascii
wording
concerning
R–rated
verbing,
a
learning
curve
unburdening
a
sinner

currently
learning
his
nerve.

facebook poem.

untitled

I rhyme, sometimes.
But only by design.
I find the sublime
in this language of mine,
then mine it like
I’m a 49’er, finding
veins of gold
so bright, they’re blinding.

 

 

FB poem

“My future me”

What I want to know is,
did you make it to the sea?
Did you find the river delta
through the mangrove and expand?
I see you in me, yet something new,
an adapting spirit and a face
gone celestial blue where gills
grew in fluidity, riding currents,
replacing me and my refusal to see
through the peepholes
in my battlements and turrets.

prev. unpub’d

“Wake ‘n’ bake”

I almost made a huge mistake.
Marley’s words are not dead.
As the wise man said, to guide work
in the right direction,
“you must first take care of head”.

Great. That never explained
the Mountain Dew Code Red, the Frito-Lays,
The unmade bed for days,
or the couch-lock! Lazy half-dazed
slouch in posture like a bag of rocks.

Dumb as a clock. Attention span
all soft, laughing my ass off
while Bob turns in his coffin
wondering how often some jag-off
with a stoner’s cough will be so bold

to think he meant to smoke when we
were only
fourteen
years
old.

 

 

Written for The Poetry Question daily prompt

http://thepoetryquestion.com/2013/09/27/the-daily-prompt-september-27th/

untitled

Land passes us, fast by.
County to state, to countryside.

Continents like hands interlace,
weaving beneath the sea

as the ground shakes and sighs;
tears gather in that great

basin, then by tectonic uplifting
and the sun’s mothering, become dry.

comment poem with Poetic:

can be seen here

LDR is

a
relationship
of long
days
resisting
replacing
the
space
missing
with
plane
tickets
and
pre
-arranged
business,
dispersing
the
thick
mists
and
absurd
distance;
a first
step
toward
long
nights
kissing
the
vast
expanses
within.

prev. unpub’d

♫ hope u enjoyed! Jim ♫

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7 thoughts on “Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. 15

  1. Anonymous says:

    i like that among others – did you make it to the sea – expand – where gills grew – replacing me – mammalling back to amphibian – finally the fish that we were at first embryo – must love he sea for that

  2. Ar Vhee says:

    Excellent poems.. I like all esp the 2nd.. it made me smile.. =)

  3. Bastet says:

    Great collection Jim! Glad you reaped in this harvest of yours.

  4. Cubby says:

    What a wonderful collection! I liked all of them, but my favorites were the third and fourth ones down. Excellent reading. 🙂

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