Bliss

Ignore the pain. I do not miss
The pleasure out there tempting me.
Such blindness! How I failed to see
That there’s a whole world more than this
With righteousness that brings pure bliss.
Manipulators walk around
With advertisements safe and sound.
Beware their busted sugar rush
Deceiving while our morals blush.
It sinks like dust on lifeless ground.

Tip

“No need to worry. You look good
You’re healthier than most I’ve seen.”
His diet’s simple, conscience clean –
Except when doing what what he would
Instead of what he knew he should.
Some end will come. Although he’d pay,
No doctor then could make him stay.
Perhaps today the ground will tip.
On what’s unknown, his feet shall slip
And then, like dust, he’d blow away.

Dig Me A Grave In The Air

Dig me a grave in the air one day, 
so I won’t have to lie in too cramped a way. 

Weep just enough to let me know that you cared, 
but then remember, my friends, that I’d finished the play. 

None of us leaves life alive, after all. 
The world goes on like spring does the thaw. 

So dig me a grave in the air one day—
or let the flames take me as I’m already away.

Home’s Moving

I can’t go home, not yet.
Home is still moving,
When it stops, maybe I’ll rejoin it.

But this moment is real;
I can feel your lips,
and join you with
such easy passion.
I know the heat, the
weight, the wetness of you
In the dark,
or pressed against me
at a dock, oblivious
to jealous eyes,
saying a goodbye,
wordlessly telling
me what feels right.
Sensing it would not last.
My separateness
melts in the natural
grace of you.

Stay with me a while, dancer.

A Bite of Moon

doors melt in my eyes
fishes shiver in fright
if rabbits could count ducks
leaves would spread smiles

Holy Spirit

The only muse worth listening to,
The only One who even is,
Corrects us, guides us, leads us. His
Consuming fire will clean, renew
Transforming everything we do.
We sinners turn. This living flame
Protects us from the devil’s blame
That’s now as nothing. We are still.
As falsehood breaks, each true word will
No longer be lukewarm, nor tame.

How Do You Mourn?

How do you mourn a forest?

The universe it contains

Tree, fern, fungus, moss

Lichens draping from branches

How do you mourn the creatures?

That lost their lives

Their homes taken in an inferno of flames

Fanned by devil winds

Homes

time is water
taped on an unbending light
these pages stand
high eyed frogs
nights hemmed on verdana

Look

When rain returns the barren land
Is filled with blooms we all can see,
A resurrection mystery,
A pouring that we understand
As blessings from an open hand.
A year ago we doubted. Look!
There’s water flowing in the brook.
Those ways we’ve turned from have somehow
Been transformed into nothing now
Like drivel from an unread book.

On Truth

when truth is lacking justice fails

regardless the atempt of various veils

honor, integrity play no part

within the stained, tainted heart

so carefully speak -let truth prevail

uncover the lies -rent the veil…O’Prunty 9/18/2020

As Oregon Burns- a poem

As Oregon burns

A dry wind howls from the east

We extinguish the candles

 and do not sleep

As Oregon burns

A black cloud draws across the sky like a flat curtain

Led by the dark horses of the apocalypse

Vole Hola

They appeared slowly

Like stars one by one

Vole holes

Holes from voles

Not a rat, nor mouse, nor mole

But a vole

Image courtesy https://www.thetimes.co.uk/

Mexico

moments they grow thick
deep pauses in mind
of fresh Nopal, the Mexican pink

held in a temper of love
fills this cupful of heart
in green, white and red
with sublime sounds

I Am The Wind, I Must Move

It was always thus:
The Father sun rises in the sky, the days lengthen, energy stirs the world.

I am born. And once born, I move.
I must move.

My siblings and I sweep through bare branches,
Laughing, whispering high and low through village
And city and farm and water,
We race and set power lines thrumming, push dead things
Against fence rows,
We sing along the high ridges and lift eagles
Above the forests, looking through their
Sharp eyes at the vista spread wide beneath.

I swirl in from Cuba, over the French Quarter and pick up
The mystique of fresh biegnets, snippets of jazz, the
Quiet sounds of suffering and joy,

I am Poltergust, mischievous imp of the air,
Slipping under spring dresses and flipping them upward,
Exposing long legs, hearing the squeals,
Snatching laughter, mussing girls’ hair, sprinting away…

P is for Pandemic

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Excuses

a plethora of words

taken out of context

nouns, pronouns

verbs, adverbs

in similitude of mass conjecture

falling on deaf ears.

O’Prunty 7/29/2020

Small Acts of Rebellion

Not flossing before bed

Saying no to the news

Watching a movie first thing in the morning

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She’s cold
Cuddling for warmth
By herself,
I ache to be there
Wrap her in my arms
Safe and warm
(And snore-free, in my mind)
She can sleep peacefully through
The night

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Angels are bowling
In heaven

The Broken In Me

I’ll comfort you.

when times get rough

you’ve had enough

& no longer feel tough

just feel like giving up

I’ll comfort you.

when tears of despair fall

I will catch them all

toss them to the rain

wash away the pain.

then you’ll come to realize

this, this, is where love resides.

O’Prunty 6/32/2020

Dawning

light came dancing through the trees

on twigs, branches, vibrant leaves

as day dawned delightfully:

just me, my garden,

and loose-leaf tea…O’Prunty 6/21/2020

Poem for Summer Solstice

I sought the perfect poem

for this longest day

It was a Goldilocks affair-

this poem too flowery

this poem- what does this one have to do

with Summer Solstice?

None were right

I cannot wear the words of these authors

comfortably

So I must write my own poem

of what the Summer Solstice means to me

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They trill in their thousands
Briefly over powered by
Bullfrog or car,
Singing ever louder
A carpet of sound
Growing ever closer
Pressing inside of my
Skull.

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The need
For her controlling
Hand,
Tugging and pulling
My hair,
A needy itch
One only She can relieve,
An ache in my groin, head,
And heart. 

He Hid…

Like a mole

Underground.

O’Prunty

6/1/2020

He Stoked The Fires

he stoked the fires

hiding behind white walls

reveled in the discord

imagined himself just:

the jester’s jester…O’Prunty

5/30/2020

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The winds swirl around me,
Empty of all, save a fine grit,
Abrasive and slowly eroding,
One repetitive day at a time
Until it’s finally over,
Six feet under or the oven,
And life no longer plucks at
You. 

An “Ode To A Grilled Cheese” Limerick

Laura Calder, James Beard award-winning cooking show host, posted on Facebook:

Grilled cheese with jalepeno. On insta, people are suggesting all sorts of variations: kimchi grilled cheese, Cognac grilled cheese… this could become a threat to the waistline very quickly!