Poems Published in City Weekly_P**

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Wishing For Sleeping [Published in City Weekly magazine/newspaper in Salt Lake City the week of April 28th/2017]

She talks in her sleep, but what does it mean?
I hear her say the strangest things.
Once she was the President of some ancient countrie;
another she was a farmer without a family.
Last night she was Tina Turner,
I heard her rolling down a river.
Tonight she quotes the work of Poe,
why I am here writing this note.
Her ‘tell-tale heart’ just goes on dreaming
while I am awake wishing for sleeping.

 

 

 

The Steps Of the Madeleine

[Published in City Weekly magazine/newspaper in Salt Lake City the week of December 1st/2016]

The night crept upon and from the corner of my eye
-saw the sky, did I…saw the sky.
Slowly I walked unto my fate,
-had a date, did I…with the church.
What’s worse was that she’d stand me up,
all alone I would wait with my mind in a cup
of whiskey that burned my very lips to the touch,
so much, did it…so much.
The bells struck ‘leven as I gazed up to Heaven,
so far away it seemed, before me.
I cursed and I stumbled, the sky I heard rumble,
then I took a tumble
down the steps of the Madeleine.
On the steps of the Madeleine I said a prayer,
but no one was there
as I sat well-aware
that the morrow would come just as days were the same-
‘had my own self to blame all the same, all the same.
On the steps of the Madeleine I prayed.

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December Dan———————————————-
(PUBLISHED IN CITY WEEKLY/DEC.2016–SALT LAKE CITY)

December Dan has not a plan
for the cold, all I know is the drink in his hand
keeps him warm while he stands;
and when he sits he is cold.

December Dan will open his eyes
when the guy, telling lies wakes him in surprise..
he must move along now;
before the people arrive.

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Anna Esther Wiesner. (Published in City Weekly December 28, 2016.)
Five decades,
four years;
friends made,
shed tears.

Aquarius began,
Capricorn ended;
footprints in the sand
have barely faded.

Canta de Salida
que los Angeles del Cielo;
rest in peace, my dear,
con Dios mio.

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System’s Spring Solar (Published in City Weekly March 29, 2017.)

[Ancient S_ns]—-actual title that Jesse from the writing center helped me come up with

The rebirth of the sun (now all are blessed)
on the southern cross
the light has begun
to overcome the darkness

Horus and Attis burning bright.
Heracles and Romulus conquer the night.
Dionysus and Odysseus giving life.
Donald and Glycon killing dark’s strife.
Zoroaster and Krishna’s yellow rays like knives.

The spring equinox east here (is here/easter)
the continuing sun
there’s no need to fear
nothing could be sweeter

********Anna Esther Wiesner. (Published in City Weekly December 28, 2016.)
Five decades,
four years;
friends made,
shed tears.

Aquarius began,
Capricorn ended;
footprints in the sand
have barely faded.

Canta de Salida
que los Angeles del Cielo;
rest in peace, my dear,
con Dios mio.

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***************************The Poetry Gallery
Come one and all to a sight most rare
I really hope that I will see you there.

It’s just down the street, maybe a block or two;
come and feast your eyes upon something new.

You may have been to an art gallery before;
but what about a Poetry Gallery? there’s so much in store

for you if you come! You’ll admire many things
like poetry mounted or hanging from strings!

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***********************That They Would Raise In That Place
She had black hair, boundless beautiful eyes
that were blue, that were true, that were bursting with life.
He had black skin, blending brown and mid-night
and hair so blue that you’d confuse, with the afternoon sky.
With the afternoon sky you’d confuse his hair so blue.

Robert and Julia lived for each other
turning each one from their sister and brother.
Love leading them from their town of Corona
in Shakespherian times would have been fair Verona.

They sailed the blue sea, on the blackest of nights
and the crew, they both knew were not dead nor alive.
Robert blew kisses, hit and misses to her.
Julia, blue and blackend, beckoned to Sir.
Beckoned to Sir, blackened, Julia blue.

Robert and Julia lived for each other
he wasn’t her father, she wasn’t his mother.
Love leading them down paths that lovers had trot;
bliss was the answer, all troubles forgot.

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*************************The Silva Woods ( Dedicated to Chris)

1. Into the darkness, Chris, this day goes;
where will the path lead? The terror of unknown.

2. C’topher meets a man that calls himself ‘Mikey’
and they go away to meet Greta, fin’lly.

3. “These are the Silva Woods,” Mikey did say,
“Leave all behind, for we leave today.”

4. However, then, before they left;
Greta gave Chris a shining amulet.

5. First danger they met were the termites that hate
T’were the size of a Lion and with Human face.

6. Chris grabbed a stick and speared their dear King
and then the rest scattered, leaving behind a gold ring.

7. Chris kept it with him for most of his life
until one day when he gave it to his wife.

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When the sun comes up, open your eyes.
It’s begun, my love, don’t you realize—that
when a star burns out, you still will see it’s glow, though
it’s so far out, and so long ago…

One, two, three- when ever you are lone-ly…
call, on, me- i’m just waiting to be there
whenever you are happy or even when you’re down!
You know it always helps me, to have you a-rou-ou-nd!

When the moon is down, and you are- on your luck
it is true, I’ve found, to get up get up get up!
Any time you feel alone, just play yourself a song;
you know that i am coming home to help you sing along ….

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