The Kiss


 

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lips osculate in
anticipation
of joyful anamnesis
known in a previous perpetuation
to preserve until obsolescence
when lips no longer
caress each
the kiss pleasantly retreats
until,
lips, once again,
osculate in anticipation
Mac McGovern©2020

The Librocubicularist


 

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as the sun
sets,
and
the light recedes,
a wonderful
dinner
sets the stage
in gleeful anticipation
of the contentment
of his bed,
the Librocubicularist
turns on the light,
gets comfortable,
enjoys the
delights offered
this night
eventually,
falling asleep
relives
the adventure
of what he has
read
Mac McGovern©2020

Death Of A Note In A Bottle


here I am, a note in this tiny bottle
destined to be
unable to move,
rolled and stuffed, I ride with the tide

decades pass, my message, formulas to make

Coca~Cola better…worth millions

I am surprised at the strength of glass,
through all the storms, I have survived
my biggest surprise the cork rotting inside
if I am not soon run aground
I imagine the cork will fail; I will never be found

alas, you who put me in this bottle can go to hell!

the cork broken, washing away
I am full of water sinking into the depths

a forlorn note in a bottle without ballast,
Neptune’s grip, dragging me down

unable to ever wash ashore
doomed, to be inconclusive evermore

soon,all that will be left a Coke bottle
worth three cents

 

 

RJM


Rabbits writing poetry is Jabberwocky even to Mockingbirds.

Author Note:

Play On Words


Today,
I saw
someone wrote,
“today is
Walt Whitman’s
birthday.”
Really!
I thought,
isn’t
it the day
Walt Whitman
was born?
Hard to believe
today
is his
birthday
when
he has
been dead
one hundred
twenty six
years.

Not To Sleep


I close my eyes
not to sleep

I close my eyes
to visualize
My Lord and Savior

I do not see a face
no picture exists
unknown
what he looks like

when I close my eyes
I see shadows
none define
I know,
My Lord and Savior
is somewhere
beyond
I pray, “Our Father”
I talk to Him
hoping
He will materialize

I close my eyes
not to sleep

I close my eyes
to die
as breathing becomes shallow
my heart beats its last
my Spirit guides me
where shadows
now define
where there is no
darkness
I see the face of
Jesus
etched forever
in my mind

Awaiting Judgement


life,
recently expired
wrapped in a web
of remembrance,
she feels
the pain of her deceit.

wishing she
had been more
a believer of
her souls
salvation,
instead
only of her love
of life.

she agonizes,
her fate,
yet undetermined.

she awaits
judgement.