Gutsy Potion

Don’t be skittish, dear

Brewing potions takes some guts

Among other things

“The Witches Brew” by Adrian Higgins

(“The Witches Brew” by Adrian Higgins)

Tongue of toad, fileted

Eyes of newt, plucked one by one

Rattle of snake, sliced

“Witch’s Brew” by Angus McBride

(“Witch’s Brew” by Angus McBride)

Stir in spider eggs

Black widow for best results

Simmer, chant, enjoy.

A Penny for My Thoughts?

Never in my life

Have pennies been offered

In trade for my thoughts

Should it happen now

I would most likely decline

Given inflation

Except, google says

The cost of thoughts have

Dropped to all-time lows

Little known fact, the more thoughts that are shared publicly the cheaper they become. Thoughts were 1¢ back in 1522 and reached an all time high of 79¢ in 1895. Once the patent for radio was gotten in 1896 thought value began to decline due to the growth of the newly patented invention. By the time of the first televisions, thoughts were only 54¢. After television, the value began to drop exponentially. Nowadays, with the invention of the internet, an individual thought is only worth about .000005¢.

All of these numbers are accounting for inflation.

Langston Hughes’s “Salvation”

Yesterday I published a piece called “Choosing My Religion.” My friend, Luri read it on Facebook and asked if I’d ever read “Salvation” by Langston Hughes. I hadn’t, but rectified that mistake immediately. Mr. Hughes has always been one of my favorite poets, this piece I’ve linked to just makes him more so.

http://www.spiritwatch.org/firelangsave.htm

Here are some more of my favorite pieces by Langston Hughes. His words are as timely as ever.

This first one’s my favorite:

The next one needs a fervent “amen!”

A Little Beach Music

“Besides,” she said, out of the blue, “We have nothing to gain now, yet nothing more to lose.

So take my hand, no, this one. Hoist me up from my place in the sand.”

Together they eyed the waves, sidelong glances at one another

Wedged between sighs masquerading as cogent thoughts. Neither had the means,

Nor the answers. “Will you love me still once this is done?” He asked.

“What makes you think I love you now?” She replied, as the gulls wheeled over head.

https://youtu.be/hu-bXvuPm7c

Unpeaceable Kingdom

Peaceable Kingdom Revisited

I woke from a dream, soft gathers of light, distilled spirits at the edges, last vestiges of night

Wandered in from the wastelands, shining city on a hill; I’d visited before, when the illusion held still.

Slept with the lions; lunched with the lambs, before this peaceable kingdom came tumbling down

Now the eagle has landed, poached, plucked, and sautéed; the bear lies in waiting, his meal already made.

The Peaceable Kingdom–Edward Hicks

Midnight Thoughts

From the border lands

We feel the children weeping

Lord, please hear their cries

Agents cold as ICE

Breaking families apart

Following orders

What would Jesus do?

We don’t have to speculate

Lord, hear our prayer

Matthew 19:14 King James Version (KJV)

14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.

Prescient

I created something there on stone strewn grounds

Scattered the remains across the fields

Shook my fist at an orange sky

My works crumbled in the making

Two figures approached

Appraising, frowning, drowning

I tried to explain how the piece should look

My entreaties were not sufficient for the cause

Melting words in a melting world

Pompeii

Pompeii