Archive for the ‘poet’ Category

Poems of Hope and Despair

April 27, 2018

You may have reached the gate,
but you’re still on the locked side.

a hole in my pocket
I found a penny
it rolled away …

Poor sick child,
now a leaf
in the wind.

Dreams
are like bubbles and
pop
when we awake!

Maybe things
will work out if …
But in truth
I really doubt it.

Are we not
porcelain plates
in free fall …

Every day
I ache and ache
every day
a darker path.

There’s a desert
in her heart.

Something like
the beating of wings
within all life.

What a shock
to then find out
all the zen was
in the pencil!

Most of the time
my head is a rock /steel
but now and then
there’s a piece of flint … (for WIS)

no matter where
in Kafka you read
the oppression begins.

She dips her wishes
into boiling water,
her favorite tea!

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Top of Their Field and Favorites

April 8, 2018

Dear Reader,

Through my 25 years, and 200 issues of the arts and media zine Musea (1992-now), I’ve met many excellent musicians, painters, writers, photographers, filmmakers, etc.

Here are some that are personal favorites, but I also think that they are at the top of their field and they deserve world recognition for their achievements.

Gregory K. H. Bryant – art

David McGhee – photography

Sara Niemietz and Snuffy Walden – music

Michael Helsem – writing

Scott Jacob Loehr – music

Ace Backwards – blogging.

Sparrow – poetry.

David Darling – science website, writing.

TYT, The Young Turks – online news.

Tom Hendricks
(editor of Musea)

MAIN Website
tomhendricks.us

The Best!

The Flight of the Queen

March 16, 2018

The Flight of the Queen

The Queen had enough
and scowled at the King,
– who paid no mind –
took off her crown,
swept back her hair,
and with a grand sweep
defenestrated it!

Where it startled a cat
traipsing by
who scampered off
to later return
and sniff the cold metal
and paw the bright gems.

With a train in pursuit
and the guards all lined up
like a column of sconces,
she left the castle.

Under a cloudy sky
she came to a halt,
raised her hand to command,
“Bring me a carriage!”
Attending maids
scattered to obey.

The Queen now ensconced:
bumping along over brick roads,
bumping along over stones in the dust,
bumping along over the muddy trail,
out of the kingdom,
and into the forest.

Her anger settled
– a falling curtain –
enough to take hold
in a lesser place.
Reason raised up
to then take over

Where to now…?
Where goes the Queen … ?

The Planting Song (poem)

February 19, 2018

The PLANTING SONG

Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!
Time for a planting song.

May this field be fertile
and the seed in the ground fecund.

May the Sun be bounteous and the rain nourishing.

May crops grow tall and cover the ground in color,
and ripen when full, free of pests.

May all this happen and we be blessed!

Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!
Time for a planting song.

Some Spiritual Poems

February 3, 2018

4 Spiritual Poems
.

Great religions have metaphysics
ethics and rituals.
On two of those most disagree,
but ethics seem universal.
.

Some people say that those
who die too early become
angels and walk the Earth
living out their lives
helping all they meet.
.

Let’s say one life
is the length of 2 twilights.

Some of us are born
into the dark night
and know no day.

While others are born
with the rising Sun
and watch it peak,
set, and release.
.

He uses
his crutches
to fly.


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