Saturday, March 24, 2007

Easter Birds

They would never live to be fledglings
Those newborns that had fallen
From their nest on Sunday
Motionless in the quagmire
My children found them
An introduction to death
And helplessness
Mother had abandoned her young
Human father couldn't fix this
Explaining there would be
No resurrection this Easter
All I could do was dig
A year later
Staring at the makeshift grave
The chipped red brick reads
Simply, "Easter Birds" in
Ink as faded as my memories
Of childhood
I realize, burried there
With the hatchlings
Lies my children's innocence

--Shenandoah Lynd

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Friday, March 23, 2007

Foretime Son

He was once a son,
offspring of a real man,
but in an instant
the kid became a déclassé,
lowered in rank and
relegated to a few weekends.
I first met him at an
intervention,
imagine my shock
when the boy said,
"Go ahead, my dad won't care."
Turns out he was right,
every-other-weekend-dad
walked in and started
pointing fingers at all of us,
we were the problem
not the chip off the old block.

--Shenandoah Lynd

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Role Models

A first edition Hemmingway
displayed so proudly on the shelf.
Reminds me of Papa's shot gun
blast to the head.
Errol Flynn was "a man's man"
that's what you said.
Now he shares coffin space with
six bottles of whiskey.
How we'd laugh at Bluto Blutarsky
downing Jack Daniels like water.
The west L.A. fadeaway of Belushi's
speedball revealed the man behind the curtain.
Larson E. Whipsnade was much more
than a funny character to you.
He was something to aspire to:
Only drink in the event of a snakebite,
always carry a snake.
"The Kennedys, I've always liked them,"
you averred, "even Teddy Kennedy,
I mean, what's a drunken binge and
one dead bimbo anyway?"
Capricious and self-destructive,
all the men you admired lived too hard.
You'd say exuberant and carefree,
but others would call it a deathwish.

--Shenandoah Lynd

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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Soapbox

Condecension picks at my brain
like a scavenger fish nipping at
an open flesh wound
Advice showering on me like rain
a deluge of regurgitated minutia
information I already know
Interest I cannot feign
drenched and sinking in your
perceived superiority
Go ahead and state the obvious
and I'll just drown in this pool
of wasted minutes from my life
It behooves you to step down
recognize a victim of balderdash
asphyxiation when you see one

--Shenandoah Lynd

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Kin

Did I ever tell you the one about the big rubber penis?
A novelty item my grandfather had sewn behind his kitchen apron
He'd lift up the garment and expose his depravity
My dad and my uncle would cringe
The first and last time their girlfriends would meet the old man

Years later we'd sit around the table getting drunk
Laughing about the ogre we all called "pop"
Just ghost I saw lying in a bed in "that room" down the hall
Too afraid to go in, I'd just quietly eat my supper from newspaper on the floor
"That's not funny," I realize, "Tell the one about the rubber penis!"

"Two more Dos Equis," my father would order
None of us dared say pop was depraved
Because the apples don't fall far from the trees
Gramps loved his artificial genitals
We all held dear to our prosthetic hearts

--Shenandoah Lynd

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Poetry Review II

Way back in September of last year I posted my first Poetry Review in which I listed all poems I had previously posted on my blog. I figured it was about time to create a list of all the poems I posted on my blog since then. You can click on the titles to read the poem. Here they are:

Soul Seduction
Burned Innocent
Daddy's Boy
Trespass Nullification
Temporal Pains
Shadows and Illusions
Disrobed
Renewal
In My Neighborhood
Up In Flames
Cathedral in the Woods

Let me know which one you like the best.

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Monday, March 12, 2007

Five Sentence Tribute: Brad Delp

Brad Delp was the lead singer of Boston. Boston was an amazing rock group. It's hard to find a better album than Boston's self-titled debut album. Released in 1976, "Boston" doesn't have a bad track on it. If I'm in a negative mood, I can play that first album (pictured above) and I will be cured of all "bad moods" before the first three tracks are over. The rockin' first three tracks are: "More Than A Feeling," "Peace of Mind," and "Foreplay/Long Time."
Brad Delp died on March 9, 2007 at age 55.

PREVIOUS FIVE SENTENCE TRIBUTES:
Peter Boyle
Robert Altman
Jack Palance

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