Personal Poems
Sea of Glass
ByPaul Scallan
“I who know only the one city And by touch in my sleep I could find it…
…Whose secret chorus swirls around my head And possibly one day will stifle me I know the beginnings and the ends of things And life after the end”
Anna Akhmatova
For Finn, Flannery & Gillian
Till time means Nothing -
I will love you
Supernova
for Emily Dickenson
By
Paul Scallan
Our fear would shutter us in
close to the edges
far enough away.
Yet
now, we lay together in virgin Amherst darkness.
enmeshed still disconnected
Spooning out life from mouths and hands
lip to lip
gibberish
Now lost on another shore
ButI have wanted to say this
my whole life
wild birds feeding on each other,
surprise sounds and flashing out to somewhere
A fool
A Clown of Cervantes
Shakespeare's wisdom
Gerald Manley Hopkins
Rebel Jesuit
Melancholy
Yes, this is the beauty the past change
beyond
Pax Romana
Monodrama
"Here, please , southern boy - Seek restraint
from the world of men.
This is where shall we must stay !"
Cocooning in ourselves
Let me immerse - or just rehearse
for
" am I not
the center
universe ?"
"No molasses man !
you don't understand"
We must never leave this room again for
man's blunders ... they will never end".
I too will disappoint
Vows proclaimed
roaming
dressed in elegant lies
beneath lurks
Libido Dominandi
a defecting ape
caring only about my feelings
under harsh skies
Let me run to the lake to admire my reflection
easing a life of rejection
Your swan neck quivering at the speed of stars
Releases
refrains
"Stay - sad Molasses boy
Wait, Listen, and Praise
Where we too
even if wrapped in rags
we will ring bells when
meeting dangers
and
giving birth to unknown loves and sorrows
choosing to living in precarity "
as valiant honor
joining
the
Legions of Angels
Pronouncing
"Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people..."
"Oh Molasses boy,
Understand
Mary
ran with eyes closed
as only a 15 year old runs,
eyes closed, repeating over and over
"...Let it be done according to thy Word"
Joy bursting
rushing her on dirty roads
to bear destinies from
bearing destinies and forevers in
A kingdom that has no end"
Magnifying
not herself
but endless self emptying smallness
Elizabeth, feel your belly
your son is dancing with joy
for Mary is the New Ark of the eternal Covenant
as the mother you your Lord is here
Both wombs leaping
held briefly
in Lords short
keeping
Zechariah finally speaking
for finally love not law has freed his tongue
Twined in joys
Histories mixing cocktails if blood
In life love fails
And Cherries out and stains love over
crosses and nails
The Vanity
of
Verdun
The
Order of
Auschwitz
The Fake News
of
"Year Zero"
in the Killing Fields
Pol Pot
wiggling to
Cambodian Rock
in front piles of
eyeglasses , bones
and books
Rice fields stained with hopeless looks
the falsification of the good
kills the good
the endless pathetic imitation
of new beginnings
Must all our new beginnings must kill someone?
Yet
the Supernova of Love,
still exploding through the centuries
Making a New World
yet still within
the same one
Ever ever different
from
hard ways of men
Our false transcendence
Endless recriminations
Scarlet letters burn on all
parading in our
cheap flee market stalls
on the digital walls
Oh Sacrifice, Oh Revenge
The torn flesh, the banished brother, gossip of girls
from mens mouths
Broken promises, Unfaithful Pledges
Pride Unbending
help us all
Oh Emily , yes death kindly stopped for thee...
After you listened to your fathers funeral at the top of your stairs.
Together, now we laid
open fleshed oysters
Models of modernity
enshrined prideful
banality
Clinging to each other in a desperate judgement bed
longing for forgiveness
in our embryonic dread
Oh I love your-way oh Lord
for man is hell with out humility
Yes, Emily
all is
"Excellent and Fair"
Yet we must dare
to rattle the Beast
the contagion of Rivalry
Cast a cold eye
on what is worst in me
yet love me still
as a mother loves her dead baby buried under a tree
Tell is slant, but tell it true
That one loved the flawed part of you
Still,
The
cosmic explosion
still glows
through the centuries
Staining
one Sunlit day
Reigning
Man
proud murders in deed and word
in neglect and abundance
In both yellowed rain & sun
dark skies and nuns prayer book
Alone
or under mothers watchful
eyes
We also maim
for we too
were rarely
named
in loving tones
Loving tones to be born twice
In the closet
under vanities of me
Is love's glossy
Centerfold
that
Legions of Angels
foretold
- OH -
what is my part ?
Yes a dark fool
Hold me
Love
that shines
in brokeness
in you
Lord.
World's runways
by
Paul Scallan
The gavel swung, court almost applauded.
I was gentle stranger to this legalese ,
"Your Honor"
pompously dissolving bonds
who had no power to bestow or take
Love
life's Sui Generis
Still the red bird sings.
As my entrails now used as violin strings
making a song for other generations
tender bleeding on sharp shelled river bed
Feet,
raspberring white shells,
a Jackson Pollack's masterpiece
woundedness without tobacco
marks left on roads everywhere
Mary choose the better part.
Faith, that brave and courageous art -
Oh hold me, I chant,
I will not to listen to Jesus’s nails
Clanging a catchy tune
Rattling on rails or in back of my car.
As the the world’s rockstar
Banged on his cruel guitar.
Dreams flayed out
Skinned-
Me, Raccooning across the universe
my afro-fur clings to anything that will have me
lingering now and again
on this and that
This the opposite of Genesis
A perverse photosynthesis
A germination of decay
"the cracked vase breaks very easily" Montaigne knew then gave up everything.
Still the red bird sings. As my entrails now used as violin strings
Yet
Burnt sugarcane furrows is where it all begins green
fighting
A germination of decay
"the cracked vase breaks very easily" Montaigne knew then gave up everything.
Still the red bird sings. As my entrails now used as violin strings
Jesus looks out, from the Shroud of Turin,
There is love stained by a cosmic love light ...
So I tailored this cloth, strutting on my cat walk on the world's runways
glowing in misfortune.
Lost but seeming certain. a drag queen of new beginnings
My latest fashion, yet worn since the foundation of the world.
Oh proud ones laugh & pity Jesus too knew the stench of sacrifice that vomits in public sun for reasons they say
“better that one man die”
Stones flung wounds the thrower and thrown the born and unborn.
Salons in Hollywood, the queens tittered
with mocking glee, the expensive
merry go round of furniture and wives is rearranged every every two years.
Still the red bird sings. As my entrails now used as violin strings
Lord, you love, are love and Loving more still Loved,
you hold me
But Lord, please
give me new heart, but something other than flesh.
To falsify beginnings and endings rings a false bell
that clangs and yells.
It is living in hell.
My daughter's eyes now with red seams
Sewn by hands each night
by hands not their own
but by
my deformed duck webbed Hands
they walk sometimes
with
An uncertain gait,
A gimping limp
The hurt, far gaze,
Lost direction
Oh Lord, how cruel and wrong
The eternal reprisal
of no forgiveness....
Lord you gave me too much love well.
Never let me fail again
Lord, love and heal them
love them as they grow
Let me die to myself so they can live.
Let the tin clang bang in their mind quiet & flee
And peaceful arms cradle their babies
Knowing they grow in earth and manure, help them to create life beyond what they were given. A Virgin birth of love...
Yes.. take the high road sir,
Rome is still burning Sacked A honeycomb of good intentions and histories not able to overcome... let us remember
still
The
Sui Generis
for all eternity
is love
is love is love is love is love
is love is love
So rare until now
Ancient cave markings show lynching of the lame, the outsider, derelict, a son
Anything to blame
to mark and maimed as so
just to be dominant
On the wall, young antelopes who loved too much and ran to slow
Yet slowed for a time to
The hobbled of prey of heartbreak of murder
Painted on cave walls is murder
Paul Klee
without a childhood
A base pratique scratched with human bone , blood and minerals of modernity
Still rare as pearls
the Sui Generis is love
