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LUCKY SOME

12/19/11

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

 

The lights go slowly out

as neighbors turn to rest

if rest could truly come

it matters not who might be suited best

for in shadows to succumb

but only for a lucky some.

But not for me.

for I am not free

not truly free

 

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WISHING

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WISHING

2/19/2011

 

 

Stillness comes my way today and is well put to stay

and how I wish it could

how I wish it would

how I wish that it should

but linger in its way

on its way.

 

But while I wish it would

how I wish it could

how I wish it should

in softness would linger throughout the day

linger while the clear blue of day ascends

while clouds pass by as cotton wisps of candy made

while the hand of an immortal is held, is made to stay

from encroaching, from directing the human play

for sadness cannot in this day pretend

when as truth it fails the post, fails to host

no rain drops from it shall fall my way

and yet, and yet

the stillness does not stay

does not linger on its way.

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What Hobby?

WHAT HOBBY?

2/4/11

Copy Write Gordon Kuhn 2011

 

What hobby shall I entertain this day?

What fantasy should I prosecute?

A fresh shore of time will give play

to restitute without delay dreams

held gently in hope while I weigh

out odds against waiting obstacles

who stay as hidden phantoms of my mind

whose tangled unwind lay as traps

hidden reefs in the sea of undrawn maps.

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HOW STRANGE THE NIGHT BEFORE ME SPREAD
1/19/2011
Gordon Kuhn © 2011

How strange the night before me spread
as I was taken firmly by a vapor hand
taken from my sleeping bed
while she whom I had recent wed
still slept near where I’d lain my head
and came to find myself being ghostly led
while about me swirled an odd lit land
whose face was naught but singular bled
from darkness deepened beyond darkest dread
past doorways with windowless voices
which spoke of myriads of choices
paths to unknown forces
where gates hung loosely open
no entry words need be spoken
but at length I soon saw through the gloom
and recognized the coming doom
and reaching out I then attacked the evil
that held my hand in deep despair
forced it from its bloody lair
and thus in that world caused upheaval.

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Wakened by a Scream

1/13/2011

Gordon Kuhn

Copy Write 2011 by Gordon Kuhn

I was wakened by a sudden scream,

the sound exploded in the darkest hours

engulfed and filled the silent room

silent lit by a full and shining blood-red moon.

I was jerked out,

tumbled out,

forced from a pleasant dream,

to lay in a tormented bed,

in wide eyed surprise,

affright from toe to head,

trying my best how to surmise,

what lay next in life,

did in concealment lie.

In fear then was led.

in silent memory anguish fed,

guilt for sins unleashed to tread

upon issues long thought dead.

Not breathing,

afraid to move.

afraid to live,

afraid to die,

my mind was seething,

afraid the world was passing by,

and no mark upon it had I made,

as if in life,

I had not ever been or stayed.

And listened to my heart,

beating beneath the sheets,

and knew there was,

——no one there,

that I was all alone,

just me,

just me with the moon,

a giant blood-red moon,

silent peeking in the room

the very silent lonely room,

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THE DEATH OF ST. MARY’S

Copy Write 2011 by Gordon Kuhn

1/1/2011

 

A shadow,

there!

Did not you see it by the stair?

A flute player stood lonely with his lute

and plucked the missing strings with his tongue.

From her lung rang out a wordless song,

while long wondered the camel for its missing hump;

and a lump rose up in St. Mary’s concrete throat

at the decline in worshipers who filled the pews,

and wondered about the fuse the laborer lit,

then realized it was a wrecking company

that did accompany a dynamite team

just as the seam was ripped in one big clap of thunder

and St. Mary suddenly went asunder.

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THE OUTER WORLD IS DUSTED12/28/2010Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn

The outer world is dusted in a gentle mist unfurled

thick enough to cause to disappear, amid smoky jaws at once unclear,

trees in hush did in vapor seem to freeze while growing distant there

from my watcher’s spot I can view the lot as sought in wonder thought

where I know lie they in short remoteness stare back at me

without any lack of mystery or depth of bewitchery

the world in hazy air lays curled asleep while I at watch do keep

this early morning which seems adjourning from clear sight returning

away from the spot whereupon I stand and view this calmly ventured land.

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FRIGHTENED

FRIGHTENED

by

Gordon Kuhn

Copy write 2010 © Gordon Kuhn

It’s six in the morning.

My nephew and his wife have gone.

I sit in their basement apartment,

alone——

trapped.

It is Chicago outside.

Ah, sweet Old Windy.

I grew up here.

But——

I am afraid.

God, so afraid.

Why do I fear?

What do I fear?

I know this place.

I hear the sound of traffic

moving along arteries

not far from where I sit

alone——

trapped.

God, I grew up here!

Yet now I’m a visitor from some strange planet

where stalking others is the game of the day

and returned I somehow lost my way.

Yet, I fear.

And, yet I fear.

I fear and wish to run from this place.

To take my car

the only place I feel secure

warm and safe within——

and run.

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HOW CAME THIS FEELING

12/25/2010

Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn

How came this feeling of being——alone

set apart from others who seem to easily, openly share

round about me, as I inwardly feel the cool of stone

my timing is so awkward in attempts to find a way to share

and my voice comes to me as though in an emotionless drone

while others seem to shine and with each word spoken there

match the others in easy developed vocal tone

but I feel and fear it is not the same with me

nor ever was, or ever should, or could ever be

but, even still, the feeling lasts that in someway I am——alone.

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Evening comes and in so doing in growing darkness compresses time just a bit and so we in good company choose to sit and reminisce and think of blessings received and drift in thoughts of loved ones who are not so near.

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