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October 18, 2010 3 comments

I pray for you to hold on.
Just saying that right now
seems rather more childish
than I want it to sound.

But isn’t that just the
fear that’s attracted to
anything that’s true? I
know that whatever God

is it’s not a wishing
well. I still want this to
be said that’s all and said
by me. I ask mercy

and forgiveness for you,
that your life have meanings
full of both grace and joy
even without my life.

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The Wind Itself by Darryl Price

June 7, 2010 6 comments
The Wind Itself
 
is unsure of
which way to go
wanting either that red frisbee
or that green kite
to play with but
 
settles for several voices
to toss around.
If you were sitting
with me
 
we could feed ducks
corners of our
sandwiches and not have to speak
except to laugh
and sigh and maybe
 
hold fingers. The clouds have all
bowed so low that
all the blue of
our streaming hearts has come rushing
 
in to fill every
space between
every branch or leaf or arm or strand
of hair with its
large bright goofy
 
face. I don’t care if any of
this matters in
the grand scheme of
things not right now. I want you to
 
know this place because
I think it
would like to know you. Again if
you were sitting
here next to me
 
we could put our shoes together
in a kind of
huddle for warmth
the kind that makes life seem worthwhile.
 
Darryl Price
 
 

 

Love Letter from the Last Elephant – by Darryl Price

May 28, 2010 2 comments

Love Letter from the Last Elephant
by Darryl Price

We hear all the stories
coming right up out of
the dust. We see the same
sky, the same stars. We’ve met
 
our own deaths forever.
We know what’s happening.
Because of this some of
us will come willingly

to have chains put around
our feet. Some others must
never be anything
but free. This way they can

still lead with their hearts.We
cannot save us. You could
not save yours either as
he was bleached and became

a ghost. There is little
time for this conversation
before the planet
can no longer pronounce

our names correctly. Then
there will be no one to
call us home again by
trumpet or full foot stomp.

It may sound funny to
you but we have tasted
the rain, flowers, grass;
it tastes right, we believe.

Darryl Price

Voting Instructions – by Darryl Price

May 28, 2010 4 comments

Voting Instructions

“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”–Aesop
 
I’m for people.
I’m for mushrooms.
I’m against ants.
For sunflowers.
Against those snakes
who kill for shade.
For elephants.
Against hunting
for fun. I’m for
comic books and
against snobs who
think art is worth
 
more than kindness.
I’m for laughing
at the movies,
books, strawberries.
Against cheating
the oceans out
of their bounty.
I’m for coral
reefs, sharks even,
but against the
scientists who
only believe
 
what they can prove,
philosophers who
love to argue
to the death.
I’m for loud music,
against bass
as the only
heard instrument.
I’m for wild trees
and plenty of
them! I’m against
houses being too
 
close together.
I’m for nectoring
monarchs who
could care less
about us humans.
I’m for pictures
of my friends, not
files,living well
in your own way.
I’m against the
definitions
 
of God. I’m for
a starry night.
I’m against smog
just so we can
make some big cash.
I’m for chewing
gum but I’m against
littering. I’m
for poetry,
against writing
to attack and
wound. I’m for love
 
that defends all.
that forgives all,
and includes all.
The only reason
to go to
the stars is to
realize the
light extends down
through all our concepts
of why we
are here. Not worth
fighting over.
 
Darryl Price

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Oh The Power – by Darryl Price

May 19, 2010 2 comments

Oh The Power

by Darryl Price

I made you a flower, but then I
put it back. What I mean is I
decided the best way to give it to
you was to simply leave it alone. Does

it matter if it was stuck in the
ground somewhere or growing in my head? After
all it popped up with your name on
it and I said,”Hey I know her!”

Still it didn’t justify any living thing be
sacrificed to the goddess of the moment. This
is turning out all wrong. Mainly because I
can feel the dreaded them taunting me to

get real, buddy. What they mean, what they
always mean, is to just conform. Be like
us or die away from us.Doesn’t matter
either way. They’ll rewrite history and there’s nothing

you can do about it.  I’m just really
glad right now that flowers don’t trade in
such utter nonsense.They laugh out loud. They
dance around in the wind and mirror the

sun’s moves step for step.And they’re kind
and good listeners to boot. They don’t judge.
I can leave them. What they tend to
remember is the way you moved among them.

Darryl Price    031610

Just An Observation – by Darryl Price

May 17, 2010 2 comments

Just An Observation

by Darryl Price

 

Just An Observation
 
I’m on my way. But that
doesn’t mean what you think
it does. It means I can’t
stop myself from the pull
of the waves anymore
with their many mouths full
 
of arms instead of teeth.
They’ll reach me eventually
and I’ll go dancing
into a hole in
the ocean. And little
by splashing little I’ll
 
become nothing more than
the book of watery
paper my sweetest poems
were written on for
you. Until then I go
through every day watching
 
for the kinds of living
signs that there is something
more to be said by me
that only exists on
the planes of mathematical 
faith and some impossible
 
luck. One can’t
help but be willing to
believe that an end is
only a beginning
again for at least someone
somewhere.After all
 
nothing stops happening
to everything that is. 
That’s where the land begins
and the trees take over.
Still the sky waits in a
jealous huff to release
 
the vicious winds upon
you should you dare to enter
the castle ground at
any time.You’re free of
course to go around. Around
your feelings. Around
 
your dreams. Around your desires.
Around your own beautiful
package.Around
the fun. The fire. The stars
struggling to keep on firing
from within and without 
 
like coals in a circle
of smoldering black
ash.But look at it this
way, we got as far as
this poem together.
Good as a miracle.
 
Darryl Price  051410

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