The Poetry Of.
Nathan A. Baker.....................................
Knucklehead
Sarcasm rides a Harley
When he isn't driving a dented pickup
Fenders flopping and lifters knocking
Churning like a dust devil
Keeps his motor revved up
Lips tight and biceps pumped
He's reputed to be the ladies man
Snappiest dresser in the biker band
Leather clad on his horse of steel
Packing beneath his armor
Quick sliver ready for the drill
Sarcasm rides a Harley
An old black & chrome seventy-four
With saddlebags and a suicide clutch
Egg Shells
Stepping over her disposition
He doesn't bother whispering
Or crunching loudly the ice
Surrounding their shared vows
Frozen noises don't faze the deaf
Those with hearts iced and dying
Victims of love's cruelest game
Watered down and frozen solid
Left writhing with emotional abscesses
Sores oozing the putrefication of anguish
Pain unbearably raging; brain raw
And aching sounding with a dismal echoing
Thud reverberating, shivering, sending,
Shiny ripples of sound vibrating
Like a cymbal pounded by steel
Heralding the finally announcing the end
Sticks and stones might shatter the icicles but
Forgiveness is necessary to thaw frozen hearts
Whispers in Limestone
Beyond the cottonwood trees
Where the last sparse growth
Of cedar clings, roots grasping
To limestone, I sat down to rest.
Where was man when ocean water
Covered to horizon everything
Ages before mountains were pushed
Upward from the bowels of earth
Sea creatures whisper from their silent
Gray stone prisons imprints glistening
In the warmth of afternoon sunlight
Silver-gray reflections of the past
Frozen in rock, and captured in time
Still testify to Noah’s great calamity
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