Archive for April, 2009
She was caught – Cary Briel
She was caught,
It appears red handed,
And into the deep
Her soul had landed;
There was no excuse- none was loosed,
Her accusers stood firm,
Her future seemed stranded;
This is law
After all,
Transgress and you fall,
No need to plead
For Him to spare,
The book knew the deed,
The fate of each hair,
And as it was
There was no need to care;
Not only this,
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I was lovingly tricked – Cary Briel
I was lovingly tricked,
And made to believe,
Told to conceive
Of happiness,
Taken in by your sappiness;
The grand stories you told,
Of us growing old,
And us being one,
You playing the Sun,
Me the Moon- and stars forming soon;
For just a moment,
A microsecond it seemed,
We embraced,
Our hearts having raced,
Our fears chased;
But just a moment it was,
‘Til the wind came- no pause,
It tore from the north,
Issuing forth,
For what seemed like no cause;
Dislodging our arms,
Raising alarms,
Fingers not holding,
The whirlwind infolding,
Mooting your charms;
And for what cause?
Can it be
In time I will see
You again- to hold you in my arms,
Resurrecting your charms?
Call me Pepper – Cary Briel
Call me Pepper,
That’s how she put it;
Then she pointed
At the chair,
The chair was there;
She told me,
“Just sit and stare
At me.” At what…
At what you could have had,
Mr. slut;
Or does he lie,
My brother? Will you dare say that?
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It’s 80 degrees out – Cary Briel
It’s 80 degrees out,
It’s so darnded hot,
I’m sweatin’ like an animal,
I’m tired as snot;
The fight’s on already
The A/C should fire;
Chris thinks she’s a caveman,
Wants to live in the Shire;
It’s 72 inside,
Up from 70 before,
It’s heading for 80,
I guess it’ll be war!
Left and right – Cary Briel
Left and right,
Both had spoken,
With preconceived notion,
Each broken,
As was he;
One- with paradise to see,
Less so, the other,
Though he be brother;
Right thrust left,
Up shoots down,
Vice versa –
Canine crown;
Go learn mercy
Must he say,
Come back when you’ve learned
In the heat of the day,
For the sick, the lame,
the maimed do call;
The stars won’t notice,
And then they’ll fall.
Of late, it seems like fast-forward – Cary Briel
Of late, it seems like fast-forward,
That’s how it seems, like flies,
It flies like flies,
There are increasing sighs;
Like a creep, it creeps,
Ever so slowly,
Even more surely, it seeps;
Often comes when I sleep;
Other times, a year’s like a day,
Crafty little bugger,
He’ll have his say,
Ask why, he’s a shrugger!
But, even so, I recall days of slow,
To sixteen, to eighteen,
Seemed like forever,
With childhood to sever;
I truly can’t remember – Cary Briel
I truly can’t remember
Though I really try,
I know we disagreed that day,
Just can’t remember why;
Your face and look- that’s different,
I do remember that,
Me storming off so awfully mad,
Such major brat;
But even if I could recall,
It’d be so petty now;
I’d like to ask you for your take
If grave would just allow.
The hidden place–eternal form – Cary Briel
The hidden place–eternal form,
Many rooms in lifted space,
High above in house or dorm,
Ne’er the footstep of the base;
A place where angels come and go,
Ever present, passing by,
Coming as they often do,
Then in going say goodbye;
And man He made with hands below,
His mirror reflects His deadly light,
Thus we look and we can stand
His image in its partial height.
Monkey bars and blood red hands – Cary Briel
Monkey bars and blood red hands,
With Dad do I remember;
Hanging on from bar to bar,
Rare fun for late September;
And thus it was, the numbing cold,
My steeple in plain sight,
The selfsame spire did I behold
From bedside every night;
On that clean street, in my minds eye,
My folded bag of tricks;
Chemicals in powder form,
My cohorts to transfix;
Dad noticed blood before I did;
A mischief I forgot?
Or did those monkey bars assault?
To me it mattered not!
His name was Wormwood – Cary Briel
His name was Wormwood,
Or so they said,
With rough hewn scales
To line his head,
And death-fright look
From streaking far,
And falling fast,
The death-cursed star;
But he seemed to be,
As far as I could tell,
Normal,
So far from hell;
Seemed like a brother,
Or familiar aunt,
But with thick scales,
The proof was scant;
And as he walked
There followed cloud,
Except at night
His fiery shroud;
And his real name,
Or so he said,
Is not Wormwood,
Different instead.
