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Monday, August 31, 2015

Reincarnation Blues




 REINCARNATION BLUES

There have been lives lived before this one.
I have been people both bad and very good.
Walked beneath ancient and foreign suns,
Found breakfast in wattled and dusky wood.

I have been a rogue, a scoundrel, a truly bad man,
And there were times I was devout and had faith.
Lives gone by in which I’ve stolen what I can,
Born as eldest, youngest, born seventh or eighth.

I was a lieutenant in the American Calvary,
A seamstress in the court of Spanish kings,
A politician, manipulating royal rivalry -
Whispering in ears and pulling on strings.

Some lives I have lived were placid and quiet,
Some of them shortened by famine or war.
Once I was involved in a widespread riot.
I once gave my life for the woman I adore.

I have been a leader, a chief, a politician.
There were times I was the laziest man under the sun.
Been dragged screaming down the road to perdition,
And gone to grace after a life as a nun.

In this current life I am merely a simple poet.
Of my life and family my words have been wrung.
Blessed I am, and don’t think I don’t know it,
Having lived so many chances to be foolish and young.

When this life is over, and the next one begins
I hope that I am able to see past the Veil,
To be able to avoid my past lives sins,
And to weave my story with ever finer detail.

©2015 Christopher Reilley
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Saturday, August 15, 2015

Only For You

 
 
ONLY FOR YOU

Breath of the discarded
blows bubbles in our mind.
The one we share,
because we care,
because we are taught to be kind.

Tears scar flesh,
acrid, caustic acid lies.
As the question closes
morality imposes,
trying to climb behind our eyes.

The child of others
is also a child of mother's womb.
So I carry your heart’s load
along your uphill road,
all your agonies I assume.

To bring your soul ease
I would carve my tongue free.
My anger I cannot erase,
nor can my regrets debase
the pearl among the debris.





©2015 Christopher Reilley

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Thursday, August 13, 2015

Power Words



POWER WORDS

Do yourself a favor.
Take a moment away for your life,
your trivialities,
your morning coffee and pastry,
or the skimming and surfing of the Web,
take a moment to consider my words.

The words you are reading
right this instant
are probably showing up
in a ten-point Times Roman
or a Verdana
because that is what
your computer gives you,
and you accept it.

Little attention
to little poems,
reducing everything
to a succession
of diminutives.

You should know that I am writing this
in a HUGE 72 point
Impact Extra Bold,
with an extra red stroke!
Letters so massive,
so important,
they put stress fractures
on my monitor.
Words so
singularly important
God Himself
plagiarizes from me.

Because these words
are crucial to who I am.
Vital, in fact.
They are
Catharsis
Truth
Pain
Love
Passion
Hope
Art
and life.

But these words
are more than my ego,
more than a desire
to be read by you,
more than a need to be heard.

These words are a connection
between us.
It is you
that brings power to this poem.

Otherwise,
it is just
a pile of words.

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©2015 Christopher Reilley

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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The Temple of Your Absence





THE TEMPLE OF YOUR ABSENCE

I am the color of throbbing constellations,
pulsars in the dark.
Know me as the sailboat made of seagulls
singing the songs of magnolias,
the glint of sun on knife edge,
I am the place
where your voice
meets your dreams.

I am remembrance
colored outside the lines
using water paints
thinned with tears.

If the ocean of you
had a door
I would shipwreck
against it.

Banishment of the dark
is too slow to ease my pain.
The bright takes forever
to be our blanket.

I tour the temple of your absence
taking in the echoes,
the cobblestones beneath my feet
the only pillow for my tears.

The challenge that fantasies of you
impose upon my melancholy,
are gifting dreams of foreign shores
and foreplay in your kisses.

Sometimes I forget
that the dead
read my words.


©2015 Christopher Reilley
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Saturday, August 1, 2015

The Simple Joys of Life



THE SIMPLE JOYS OF LIFE

Some things just make you feel OK
Though life quite often gets in the way,
So let your inner child out to play
Try relaxing outdoors on a sunny day.

Ask any father who loves his daughter -
Of the joy when he first tossed her up and caught her.
Nothing beats watching her frolic like an otter
Because of the pure joy of playing in water.

Sometimes life just up and surprises you
By giving you pleasure in the things that you do.
Despite all of the hassles you have been through
Your breath can be taken by an exquisite view.

Our vision often needs a different lens,
On perspective our personal sightline depends,
So when night comes and the daytime ends,
Spend some time reminiscing with friends.

We often walk some pretty mean streets
And daily worry sometimes defeats
But there is nothing in this world that beats
Going to sleep on nice clean sheets.

Life's greatest pleasures can never be bought,
And ephemeral pleasures are eventually forgot,
But one treasure you look for when you drive a lot
Is finding a pull-through parking spot.

We all have such busy schedules to keep,
That sometimes the price just seems a bit steep
Except those mornings when you wake from slumber deep
Only to find you have another hour to sleep.

Returning to the place where your parents still dwell,
Can overcome you with nostalgia’s magic spell.
That one place in the world where everything is swell
Always has its own familiar smell.

Here is another of life’s little uplifting perks,
That feeling you get, whether lawyers or clerks,
When you rise above all of those mediocre jerks,
And that idea that you had just simply - works.

Some days you are unhappy, others you are in the pink.
And some days you struggle without ever stopping to think,
About how great it feels to come back from the brink
Of dehydration when you get that first sip of your drink.

Think about how happy you were, driving home that night
Readying yourself for the routine traffic fight,
The joy of all the others, receding from mirror’s sight
Because you were the one who caught the yellow light.

There are all these tiny pleasures, the things that make you glad
The stuff that picks you up on days you are feeling bad.
When they happen there is no way you can continue being mad,
Like finding money in a pocket you didn’t know you had.

Sometimes you can do the things that gladden your heart,
Like teaching something new, your knowledge you impart.
Nothing in this world can make you feel so smart,
As actually finishing those things that you start.

These joys are always around, they will never go away
Just keep an eye out looking you can’t really go astray.
Enjoy those flowers for their delicate bouquet
Or find a way to sleep in on a rainy week day.

So look for these, life’s simple gifts, wherever you desire.
Keep your mind open to them, life gives you all you will require
Like telling family stories around a blazing campfire
Or putting on clean clothes, straight from the dryer.

So add to this list, find things that are worthwhile
Simple pleasure in the everyday, keep options versatile,
When you find yourself amid tribulations and trial
Find something ordinary to help make you smile.



©2015 Christopher Reilley

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