No Rain in Sight


the crickets were forecasting the weather last night,

singing, “No rain in sight, No rain in sight!”

wells are drying up, businesses are shutting down,

soon no one will be living in this deserted town.

today two men were chastised for washing their car,

I’ve got to escape real soon to someplace real far.

my friends are looking at me with evil in their eyes,

my well is still working but i’m beginning to tell lies.

if they only knew I took a bath last night,

they’d sputter and yell and say it wasn’t right.

then one and all would leave with a frown,

and sometime at night my house might burn down.

I’ve got to be careful when crickets sing their song.

anything I might say could be construed as wrong.

I’m breathing dust that hangs heavy in the air,

there’s no rain in sight, so beware, beware!

by dan roberson

The River’s Heart Is Cold


River Seridó
River Seridó (Photo credit: grungepunk2010)

 

The River’s Heart Is Cold

 

The river whispers to me as I walk along her banks,

 

She welcomes me into her depths but I stop and say, “No, thanks.”

 

She tells me she loves me and I almost believe it’s true,

 

Yet I know she’ll be fickle always and someday we’ll be through.

 

She shares the latest gossip she heard in meadows upstream,

 

I say the rumors aren’t the truth and they’re not as they seem.

 

She runs along beside me and her excitement she can’t conceal,

 

And she makes me vow secrecy for reasons she doesn’t reveal.

 

Her playful moods change rapidly especially after a pouring rain,

 

Angrily she gouges out channels when her banks don’t contain.

 

I would claim her as my own but her spirit runs wild and free,

 

She murmurs she loves me too but she’ll never belong to me.

 

I’ll be there to clean up her debris when clearly she’s to blame,

 

The river‘s heart is too cold to trust but I love her just the same.

 

 

 

I Loved From Afar


Album cover of From Afar by Ensiferum.
Album cover of From Afar by Ensiferum. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I Loved From Afar

 

I admired her from afar,

 

She had the eyes of an angel,

 

The smile of a devil,

 

She swore like a sailor,

 

And had a silver tongue like a lawyer,

 

The flair of an actress,

 

Told stories like a fisherman,

 

Lied like a trooper,

 

And wrote like a poet,

 

Studied like a scholar,

 

Worked like a carpenter,

 

If she had cared like a nurse,

 

Or showed one shred of remorse,

 

I would not have feared her,

 

I could have risked and loved,

 

Willing to learn from being vulnerable,

 

Squeezing success away from failure,

 

Telling her how much I cared,

 

But I feared making a mistake,

 

I was terrified I would be rejected,

 

So I left happiness lying in the street,

 

While I ran with my eyes and heart closed,

 

Keeping my emotions bottled up,

 

And I loved from afar,

 

Safe for another day,

 

Or maybe an eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shrieks, Laughter, and Noisy Gulps


Mice with different coat colors.
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It wasn’t
the usual sound of mice running up and down inside the walls.  It wasn’t the sound of bats as they pushed
for favorite positions.  Something else
was stirring things up again tonight.  Jeremy
didn’t care what it was.  He needed his
sleep.   This was the third night that he had been
roused from his sleep by shrieks, by laughter, and by noisy gulps.  Each night at midnight something, either a
mouse or a bat, tried to scramble away.  Its
tiny feet scrabbled against the wall in desperation, but always the resolution
was the same.  Eventually it was devoured
slowly by something, and the something enjoyed it very much.

Jeremy
thought he could hear faint laughter after each kill. He didn’t mind having the
rodent or bat population reduced, but night was his time to rest and gather
strength.  Enough was enough!  Tomorrow he would not wait idly by and listen
as something attacked. He would enact his plan.
Jeremy had thought long and hard.
Sleep deprivation had driven him to the sheer boldness of it.  He would not run or question.  This was a matter of having sheer nerve.

Jeremy was
so tired he called in sick for work.  Since
he still couldn’t sleep he took the time to draw a Cartesian plane stretching
from ceiling to floor, wall to wall.
Strategic points were labeled and marked.  To the left of zero were the negative numbers
and to the right, the positive numbers.
Numbers above zero on the y axis, being positive represented things that
flew.  Numbers below zero would represent
things that crawled or walked.  He toiled
through the day, painting his wall with all kinds of imaginary creatures.  Then he waited for the sounds to begin.

As he lay on the bed he checked the weapons he
had gathered:  One large hunting knife
with serrated blade, a pistol he had found after a rival shootout, and a pick
he had discovered near an unfinished burial plot.  Maybe they weren’t capable of taking care of
something, but they were better than nothing.
He had also taken some precautions.
In the local church Jeremy had filled a small bottle with holy
water.  He had sprinkled some on his weapons,
some on himself, and saved some to baptize a demon or an angel.

The night
seemed longer than usual and Jeremy found himself fighting sleep.  Then the faint sounds began.  First quadrant!  He gripped the knife.  Second quadrant!  The sounds were moving…or were they coming
from both at the same time?  He listened
intently.  Fourth quadrant, then the third.  All four quadrants were vibrating and full of
sounds.

The mice
were silent and the bats were still, yet two large objects were in the wall, moving
away and back again.  Jeremy lunged with
the knife and stabbed the thin wall. The serrated blade slid easily through and
plunged into something thicker.  A gasp
and a tiny cry, and then blood spurted high.
The knife shook and disappeared into the wall.  He held the pistol and aimed.  One shot and a hit.  Something collapsed and slid downward to the right.  Jeremy chuckled.  “A negative linear equation forms a line
slanting down to the right.  My algebra
teacher would be so proud of me.  My plan
worked.  I think I got a demon or two.”

All was silent
for a long time until the faint sounds of mice running inside the wall caught
his attention.  He fell asleep
again.  He could sleep with mice racing
inside the walls or even across the bed.
Bats stirred and fluttered their wings. Their minute noises were
annoying but would not keep him awake.
Something larger moved about.  “I
can sleep peacefully with angels guarding me,” he said aloud.

A snicker, a chortle, and a deep belly laugh
followed.  “Then why did you stab and
shoot the two guardian angels?” a gruff voice asked.  Jeremy’s eyes popped open just in time to see
a demon tearing at the sides of the hole made by the knife.  He grabbed for the pick.  His fingers found nothing.

“Are you
looking for this?” a voice asked behind him.
“It should be stuck in zero.  You
do know your luck is now zero, don’t you?”

Jeremy’s hand
found the small bottle.  In a wide circle
he swung the holy water and drops splashed about the room but not in time to
save Jeremy.  Even though his fate was
sealed his bottle of water was already cleaning everything evil from the room.

A neighbor called the police and when they
arrived the scene had already changed.

Two detectives
roped off the scene and began their investigation.  The younger detective shook his head. “I
think it’s a clear sign of someone going berserk.  Why he would stab and shoot the wall is
crazy.”

His partner frowned and said, “Living in this
dump is enough to drive anyone insane.
We’ve only been here a short while and already this place is bothering
me.  There are sounds in the wall and
when we first got here I thought blood was dripping from that hole over
there.  And what’s with this Cartesian
plane?  What does it signify?  There are two lines slanting down to the
right and when we first arrived there was only one.  Don’t tell the captain but I think there’s
more to this story.  Was this a suicide
or murder?  I’ll let the coroner decide
this one.”

Three blocks
away in a small house two newlyweds lay talking about their future.  “We’ve been married for six weeks.  We found this house and it’s perfect for us,”
she whispered.

“Yes,” he replied, “But remind me to call an
exterminator.  The last three nights I’ve
heard sounds in the wall.  A mouse or two
can be taken care of easily but I’ll see how much it costs.  I might get rid of the pests myself as soon
as I have time.  Sweet dreams, my
love.  I’ll lie awake all night making
sure you’re protected.”

Two demons
waited patiently on one side of the roof.  A short distance away two angels also
waited.  One of the angels said, “You
might have won the last battle, but we’re determined to win this one.  Just because it’s getting close to Halloween
doesn’t mean we going to let you take a few more souls.”

The demons
smiled and one of them said, “People help us this time of year.  Can’t you see all the mean tricks they’re
playing?  They’re trying to get even with
each other and having fun.  If we just
make a few noises and scare a few people they’ll go completely crazy.  Forget about love.  It doesn’t exist this time of year.”  He paused for a moment.  “Happy Halloween!”

She Gave Me a Chance


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She stood there,

Leaning against the
wall,

Smiling at us all,

Her black dress,

Clung to her ripe
shape,

All I could do was sit
and gape,

I was mesmerized,

I wanted to ask her
out,

But I was filled with
fear and doubt,

She moved towards me,

Her eyes intent, this
was my chance,

To ask her to the
homecoming dance,

Her auburn hair,

Cascaded down and
framed her face,

While I stared numbly
into space,

How could words elude
me,

When there was so much I
needed to say,

My heart was ready but
my tongue got in my way,

 I stuttered, I stammered,

My heart began to
pound,

I smiled, and then the
right words I found,

What magic did she
possess,

That kept me under
duress,

She was beautiful, I
confess,

She was patiently
waiting still,

And I gave her my
biggest grin,

Life was good and my
confidence soared within,

“Would you, could you,

Give my heart a chance,

And go with me to the
Homecoming dance?”

She was trembling,

Obviously she had felt
my stress,

She smiled with relief
and said, “Yes!”

We were young,

And that moment was our
start,

What better way to
connect heart to heart,

We fell in love,

And found true romance,

I was thankful she gave
me a chance,

She was bold,

Our grandkids will be
told,

How she loved me and
gave me a chance.

 

“Zapped!”


Field of a positive and a negative point charg...
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(A Positive Man Meets a
Negative Woman)

My view of
the world changed,

When I
learned to really believe,

In the
electrical field around me,

And the messages
I could send and receive,

 

The women
were always attracted,

They couldn’t
resist my magnetic pull,

I had an
ample supply of protons,

So my
waiting arms stayed full,

 

With friends
I attended a wedding reception,

I stayed
neutral at the start,

But I became
more and more positive,

I’d never
give away my heart,

 

I was
friendly and constantly smiling,

My positive
vibes were over the top,

But when the
hair on my neck started rising,

I thought my heart might stop,

 

Sparks were
flying everywhere,

The very moment
she entered the door,

High voltage
she was generating,

As she
swished across the floor,

 

She brought
in a negative attitude,

Life had
been especially rough that day,

She was
ready to cause a little friction,

She had definitely been rubbed the wrong way,

 

I left
behind positive footprints,

As I crossed
the floor to see,

Who this
negative lady really was,

And what she
would mean to me,

 

I was met
with a little resistance,

Her static
gave me a quick shot,

The charge
we shared was imbalanced,

Though I thought
she was extremely hot,

 

Normally the
positives cancel out,

The negatives
in my way,

But she was
certainly not neutral,

And she didn’t
ask me to stay,

 

My words
continued to be soothing,

And I finally
convinced her to dance,

My protons
were definitely working,

And improving
my one true chance,

 

Two nervous
systems were connecting,

As we two-stepped
around the floor,

We generated
a lot of electricity,

But nothing
that could be stored,

 

The night
was over much too soon,

My heart had
grown too large,

Her electrons
continued to flow,

But I had
lost my charge,

 

She disappeared
quickly into the night,

But her
current had made its mark,

My heart
would never be the same,

It had been
singed by her sparks,

 

She left
behind an electrified scene,

And a note
to call her soon,

There’s still
a chance for true romance,

Sharing electrons
under the moon.

 

Trapped Inside


True Love Couple
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I don’t know
how to say what I feel,

I’ve been
alone way too long,

But when you
are near,

The world
seems more clear,

I forget all the things that went wrong,

 

You’ll never
know I’ve changed my view,

Unless I
share my heart,

You’ll see
my pride fall,

As I tear
down the wall,

And change
things that drove us apart,

 

I’m afraid that you’ll say it’s too late,

That love
has shriveled and died,

If my worst
fears are true,

And I’ve
really lost you,

Then my love
will be trapped inside,

 

If I stammer
and stall, break down and cry,

Look at the
words waiting in my eyes,

What you
really mean to me,

Will be easy
for you to see,

There will
not be a place for lies,

 

What have I
done to make you cry?

You say they’re
tears of happiness,

Your arms
are opened wide,

I’ve finally
swallowed my pride,

You’ve
waited so long for this,

 

The world is
not always about me,

Please be
patient as I grow,

I’ll learn
to listen and confide,

I don’t want
my love trapped inside,

I want a
river of love to flow,

 

I’m glad I
had a second chance,

To tell you
how much I care,

My heart
knows it is true,

Just how
much I missed you,

And I’ll
love you forever, I swear.

 

 

“It’ll Come For You!”


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“Tell me a
scary story, Papa,

One that won’t
let me sleep,”

 

“Okay,
child, I’ll tell you one,

That will be
dark and deep,”

 

“Papa, is it the one about a toe,

Where the
monster seeks revenge?”

 

“No, child,
this one is scarier yet,

And you’ll
be in the middle, not on the fringe,”

 

“Papa, tell
me true,

Is it something that happened to you?”

 

“Yes, my
child, once when all was locked tight,

I was
writing a story in the midst of night,

When out of
the corner of my eye,

I saw a movement, then a shape in the moonlight,

I turned but
not fast enough,

For only a
shadow remained in sight,

Then it, too,
was gone in a flash,”

“My mind is
playing tricks on me,” I said,

“I think it’s
time for me to go to bed,”

 

“Papa, is
that the end of the story?”

 

“Be patient,
my child, for there is more,

I went into
my room and closed the door,

But I could
feel , yes, feel, eyes fixed outside,

Wanting for me
to open wide the door,

And so I
did, expecting nothing but my fear,

But there
was a man standing there,

I guess he’d
been there for awhile,

Looking at
me straight on with an evil smile,”

 

“Papa, were
you scared, what did you do?”

 

“He wore a
cloak, his eyes were red,

I closed the
door, stayed awake in bed,

Waited until
the dawn’s first light,

To see if I
was alive or dead,

He was
standing in that very hall,

Now go to
sleep, if you can sleep at all,”

 

“Papa, I’m
scared, is this story true?

Did this
really happen to you?”

 

“Child, it
happened night after night,

Your mother
couldn’t take it,

Always
mumbling about an awful fright,

Eventually it
scared her enough  and she took flight,

She’s living
in a home for those disturbed,

Claiming she’s
okay and not perturbed,

She claims
my story is quite inane,

And I’m the
one who’s really insane,

My story is
not long, but it is true,

Now go to
sleep, my child, or it’ll come for you.”

 

 

 

“Why, oh Why, Am I in the Who’s Who”?


Anaxagoras, presocratic philosopher.
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I breathe, I
sleep, I eat, I find ways to exist,

The world
has too many good things to list,

I see the
rich running at a frantic pace,

How can they
enjoy the world they face,

I get questions from those in the know,

As I travel
my path going to and fro,

“Why are you
here, from where did you come?”

“What does
it matter if I follow my own drum?”

Whatever I
asked for, (You might think this is funny),

There was
nothing to be shared in this land of milk and honey,

I didn’t
have a roof over my head,

“You can’t
sleep here, hit the road instead,”

So off I
walked from town to town,

Nowhere was
I allowed to rest and stick around,

“You’re
looking good, you’re so thin,

Tell us your
secrets you keep within,

We’ve tried everything
, the latest fad,”

I said, “Don’t
eat sometimes,” and they went away sad,

When the
world told me what to do,

I didn’t
listen because I was just passing through,

When their
sails puffed up with pompous air,

Should the rudder
listen or should it care?

The same
flowers are there for all to see,

Can that
beauty be kept from you and me?

And the
wonder of the glorious sky,

Is there for
all who have an appreciative eye,

All my needs
each day are met,

Can’t you
see the humor yet?

All the tech
and all the toys, all the cutting edge,

The gossip,
the drama, the rich person’s wedge,

I was thrown
in jail for having no visible support,

My space was
limited with no place to cavort,

A committee
was formed, my case to review,

“I know,”
said one, “Let’s list him in “Who’s Who”,

He’s a
philosopher, a poet, a religious freak,

A traveler,
a health nut, his experiences we’ll tweak,

He’ll be a
hero to the downtrodden throughout the land,

But even
better he’ll be off our hands,”

A penniless
traveler will be on the marquee,

A bum that’s
footloose and fancy free,

Rubbing
shoulders with the filthy rich,

What a
hoot!, The thought makes me itch,

The wealth
of the world is the beauty I see,

And the
earth shares it with the “Who’s Who”, and me.

 

 

 

Spinning In An Orbit


Betelgeuse is a red supergiant, one of the lar...
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You’d think
I had forgotten,

Those nights
we were alone,

When stars
above shone brighter,

Like diamonds
on a queen’s throne,

 

The crisp
cold air kept you there,

Snuggled against
my chest,

And all the
while I studied the stars,

I denied
what my heart confessed,

 

Those
faraway stars were icy cold,

And your
love I refused to claim,

Then you
were gone and I was alone,

With only
myself to blame,

 

Not even
those magic moments,

From memory
will I let go,

Too late I claimed
my love for you,

Myself I did
not know,

 

You’d think I
would not remember,

Those kisses
that seared my lips,

But once
tasted and you draw near,

My heart
still stops and flips,

 

The years
have crept along time’s highway,

My feelings
are hard to hide,

If I had a
chance to do life again,

I’d have you
by my side,

 

For all this
time I loved only you,

Drifting
light years farther apart,

And yet I
stayed close by spinning,

In an orbit
around your heart.

 

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