The Corner Street of Hope
At the corner of Valero and Sedeno
just past the ATM with its flashing screen;
right before the obligatory traffic post
lies
the corner of hope.
Not hope in the divine sense of the word
of messianic salvation or of seventy-two virgins,
nor that of peace that brings the world
to rest,
but simply hope –
In achieving the perfect
swing,
as the Japanese man in his tie and leather soles
draws his arms back to strike
with an imagined club.
In receiving a noon-time
meal,
as the elderly couple dressed in proper form
sit in idle poverty
awaiting the onset of fate.
In the hearing of hushed
truths,
as the office staff converse through nicotine
puffed in hurried anticipation
of a climaxed tale.
The corner of hope calls for all
to stand, sit, or stare in patience,
for desires
long
expected.
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One Less
It’s curious how life succumbs so easily
to the prospect of our passing,
without the least bit of courtesy
we drift, in beer-laden reverie
only to wake
knowing, that we are granted
one less smile that cools
heated days.
one less embrace that alters
distances drawn,
one less voice the soothes
miseries endured,
and in resigned acceptance
we realize,
that no opiate will ever
numb us
to grandmother’s
passing
In His Name
I used to kneel in supplication
before cross-beams made sacred
by willing sacrifice,
stained crimson,
on history’s weathered pages
That was then,
of course
Before you declared life
as doctrine,
painting choice,
as taboo
Before you left us
blind,
for laying sight,
on truth
Before you stole
young innocence,
behind the veil
of the sacristy
Before you discredited reason
labeling it flawed,
offering your graces,
in exchange
Before you kept progress
at bay,
staving off realities,
you wish to ignore
Before you forgot
your own mortality,
broken,
as with our own
In His Name by Miguel Alberto Gomez is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Promises
Have you ever heard the wind weep
at the close of every day,
brought to tears
by promises
whispered,
forgotten
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The Poet Dreamer: I am not a writer... I am an artist. »
I paint the world with words
I capture it with a camera
I sketch it with a pencil or ink
I am as I have always been
I cannot make myself write
I can only suggest to my muse
I write because the words call to me
“Use me to paint beauty or pain”
I take glimpses of the world captured still
Of light…
