W.Jude Aher

where Art touches Poetry and puts the united states literary world to shame! 

The Mad Poet; 

       by: Jackie Aher

http://jackieaher.com

 

     i heard his refrain when the signal changed he was playing real good, for free. joni mitchell ...Hallelujah. Leonard Cohen

                             

"I cry my Poet Tears across all my country's Greed andHate!"

 

prayers for the children lost

 

street dancing

jester poets

bled all the sidewalks

clean

for all those who dared

to see what it all

could mean

inside

tear stains

carved their walls

where they carried the graves

the souls of children

dying dead

lined as crosses

crowding large wooden

doors

holding what prayers

within that church of

golden idols

and all its whispers

promises

silence

all these years

the tears

just silence

so now

where are all of my country’s

street dancers

as once again

those golden idols are lining

the walls of our churches

and all their whispers

promises

graves

 

where are the angels

do they still bleed

their tears

for us?

Ah, my lost jester poets

Where have you fallen…

                               - jude

 

 

grown too old

 

dream whisper quiet

on a wind

midnight gust

dancing between

drops of rain

within a heavy southern fall

you call

lover without a name

words without sand

to write upon

memory

in black and white

 

don’t bleed on me

just

lay down where the

grass grows dead

sand in my soul

counting

the echoes

lying as graves

so are the eyes

of a man

grown too old

to taste the water

                      - jude

 

  Last Update 6/30/19

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