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Wednesday Poetry: TV

~TV~

It used to be that

We could tune in to watch

Old friends,

Like Lucy, The Kramdens, Lassie…

We solved crimes

With Rockford,

And Columbo…

Then the new wave

Of feminism brought us

Mary, Jamie Summers,

And of course

The Angels.

The wave of crime dramas

Evolved from the Metro Glam

Of Magnum PI and Miami Vice

Into Forensics,

NCIS and CSI

Criminal Minds…

Today the glorious

Old days

Are gone, and

We are force-fed

False advertising

And an often feigned

Reality.

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Wednesday Poetry: Silent Storm

~Silent Storm~

Storm raging,
Inside
Silent rain
Silent pain.

He doesn’t see
The tears pouring down
Cannot hear
Thunder in my heart.

He’s unaware
Of my silent storm.
Silent storm inside.

Winds of change
Are blowing
He doesn’t see
It coming.

Storm warning,
But she’s afraid
That he’ll run away.
He hates bad weather.

Storm chaser
Doesn’t want to
Chase him away.
Wants him to stay.

So he’ll never know.
She’ll never warn him
Of the silent storm
Silent storm.

Close the shutters
Pull the drapes
Don’t let him see
The rain falling
Falling from the skies,
Falling from her eyes.

Cause he will run,
He will run
For cover
In fear of
The drama
Caused by
Raging wind and rain.
She contains her pain.

Silent storm
Brewing
Inside of
Her Heart.

~ ~ ~

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Wednesday Poetry: Untitled (wip)

They say that misery
Loves company…
but will that company
tear you
away from me?

Misery
belongs in the past
a love that did not last
let it remain there
come back!
to the present,
where you do not care.

The future
Is beautiful
the future is here
now with me.

Turn your back on misery.
Hideous envy,
Insecurity.

Remember our Joy…
Our fun
Our love
Our passion
Everything we love
Every time we laugh.

A dragonslayer,
I slay your miserable mistress
with my heart, my joy
my laughter,
my smile,
my beauty.

Misery
will meet
her demise
her death.

Take my hand, love…
let’s be free
free of horrid
misery!

~K. Crumley
6/27/2012

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Wednesday Poetry: Grace (another WIP)

~Grace~

Someone once said
that I’ve fallen
Fallen from grace.

That person
Never knew
The true definition
Of Grace,
Nor did he comprehend
the meaning of compassion,
redemption,
And God-like Forgiveness.

He sat in his chair
His Throne
judging us all.
Judge, Jury,
Proclaimed our Sentence.

High Inquisitor…
Headed for
A very humbling fall.

He’d learn that lesson
In later days,
by others who pointed
sanctimonious fingers
and redefined
the word
Grace
for their own
needs to feel
Superior.

Angry, bitter tears.
He let them
Take his throne
of sanctimony.

He sits on the grass,
Contemplating…
the meaning of the word
Grace.

~ K. Crumley

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