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Story Us

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Fairytale

Castles

While the reality is

The plumbing’s bad

And certain walls

Are falling

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A tower remains

That the wizard uses

To live inside

While keeping magic from

The rest

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We are on our own

Who dwell in stories

To learn

To plan

To find our allies

And to stack against betrayal

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With what wisdom

We might gain

(maybe there is

a library

with unmolded volumes

even waiting)

And gold to find

From earth

Or from

Negotiating

Fairy folk

Outside

Who know the treasures

Of the world

And keep the access

Well

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Riddles

Reminders

Priorities

Cautions

And cares

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A final chapter

Next to last

Comes first

In which we learn to cast

Spells from the past and

Something new

Plus teach our dragons

To light up

The fires that we want

In better places

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A battle

Maybe skirmishes

For if smart

There won’t be melee

And the knights

Find better ways

To show off

Service

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While heroes

Without armor

And with blades

Of wit

Shall better solve

And save

The castle

And the day

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nether campaigning

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nether campaigning

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the demon

knows a gun

or a Bible

and what shape

a trench might take

and the cosmic trouble

when a soul is gone

then how to argue

for salvation

of the other

the wide pathway

into hell

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demon thwarted

demon satisfied

a report for

adversaries

smallest of decrees

ringing through

one judgment

or the other

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two kinds of howls

for outcomes

two kinds of retributions

for the work

in afterlife

after a soul is counted

one way

or the other

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they lose

you know

the demons

finally

they have contracted

signing by descent

to grasp for

less and less

until after last battles

when the aftermath

is simply

nothing

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one might read The Great Divorce or Revelation 22 of the Christian testament

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Coronavirus Is Republican

Coronavirus Is Republican

(or Democrat)

 

Is the virus partisan?

Does it respect one group

Over another?

If you get to be

Surrounded by doctors

Then maybe you’re okay,

Though even then

 

With fifties Martian-like antennae

‘Round a bulbous planet,

I don’t think the virus

Cares except to replicate

Make more of itself

Trying to take out whatever

Might be in the way

Until it meets the stronger thing

Like Nietzsche

 

But it is not a politician

Who should wear a mask

As an example,

Public servant

It is not the people who

Try to do it right

And might still get sick

There is no quid pro quo

The virus doesn’t bargain

Maybe summer heat will help us

As good as any other

Don’t campaign on the virus

You will lose

Like the gambling house,

The virus wins

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Odysseas Chloridis on Unsplash

Thessaloniki, Greece

A visual depiction of the corona virus outbreak and the isolation it has caused throughout the world.

 

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You and Me, Sister

You and Me, Sister

 

There are all around us

Words, voices, noises all

That tell us how to live

What to buy

How to vote

How to understand the righteous way

To have our way

And somehow please the gods, made

Masks of self-will

And agenda

The presupposed mighty

Who believe this

 

Heavy understanding

As in labored, rasping breathing

Weighted with the chains of Ebenezer

Leaden steps to its own ruin of

The truth, the peace, the joy

Held captive in

The castle of the rich

Where it gets out as planned,

God is chained or

Does not exist

Whichever muttering in shadows works

For the next parched day

 

But there are shadows within shadows

Truth in chains

There are prophecies about antitheses

There are always prophecies

The magi before Herod

Nathan before David

Elijah and the attitude of Jezebel

Defeat of those who take and hold

For now

The gold crust of Earth

Annihilation of the profits (this kind,

please note)

In a pit and everything

That has propelled the wrong kind of

Dragon, not the jeweled interest bred in stories

But the beast, the pet, the ruler of rust

And melted riches

 

There are always prophecies

We need them

They stock our campaign

Give us words for songs

And dimensional conversation

To march us on the plain

Toward pointed everything

The real change that prophecy intrigues

The reason why the thing slouching

Toward Megiddo

Can be mocked, if not ignored

The devil’s own soft points

Paranoia, riled into defeat

 

We win

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Manuela Milani from Pixabay

 

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Iridescence

Iridescence

 

Of carnival glass

Sky turning from dusk to dark

Iris colors blending when

The eye carries a tear

 

Colors when they coalesce

Cannot make up their mind(s)

Which color might win

And not one color has to

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