Thursday, August 3, 2017

My Dreams are Blessings

In my state of Purity
My dreams will become
Blessings for all life on Earth.

-Kelly Voelker

Lights on the Second Floor

The lights on the second floor
In real time glow
Cancelling history
Cancelling woes
The lights on the second floor
Shown onto the street
Passersby notice
Contrast that deletes
The frontier facades
Have seen hopes and dreams fade
Fortunes and bodies
Families and maids
Bare bricks will not cushion
The hardest of lives
The shades were pulled down
Disappointments can't hide
May the Great Plains towns
Offer a simple reward
Attracting angels and
Harmonious landlords.

-Kelly Voelker

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  For me, the lights on the second floor in real time, cancelled out all the disappointments from the past and offered promise for the future.  This particular building with it's visible tenant lights, offered to ignite other tenant lights in the surrounding frontier buildings in this declining frontier business district.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

The Anxious Heart

The anxious heart awaits the news
It knows is not far off
The news of sudden heartbreak
The news of sudden dark

The anxious heart knows better
Than to follow other's lead
It knows it's path is forking
It knows not what to heed*

The anxious heart depleted
Experience has left it's mark
On energy expended
Into sure love and to hope

The belief in life's known blueprint
Has had its spending cut
The budget won't approve it
So I'm stuck here in this rut

I don't believe my life is
A government program
I did believe my life was
Given to re-brand

I've created a new station
Fine tuned for better things
Broadcast to the sleeping
Beings soon extinct.

-Kelly Voelker

heed - pay attention to; take notice of

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Repose after Rain

The day after a rain
Long overdue
Embodies such beauty
I will seek to imbue*
A gratitude flows
Equally from
Plants, animals, humans
Blue heavens above
Express with white softness
A gentle repose*
A transect* of toiling
From which to behold
The care and reflection
Provided on time
Preserving our faith
Deserved of kind
Vital necessity
Given to us
The joy of the sweetness
Apparent to breath
Accepting our worthiness
Our place in this dream
Our life as pure poetry
On this fine summer's morn
Let's declare it a Sunday
And go off on our own.

-Kelly Voelker

imbue - verb. inspire or permeate with a feeling or quality
repose - noun. a state of rest, sleep, or tranquility
transect - noun.  a straight line or narrow section through an object or natural feature or across the
                 Earth's surface, along which observations are made or measurements taken

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Alcohol Alter

In a corner of a building
Back and near the pools
Is a hidden alter
Worshipped and festooned

Familiar labels facing
Those who sit nearby
Twinkling lights do soften
The bleakness bye and bye

No manners here will govern
What people say and do
Except to keep the seats clean
And pay for food and brew

I felt the draw of warmth here
In my lonely state and bare
But risk and dread can enter
When subscribing to smoke and flares

Here emotions are allowed to vent out
They're burnt the instant of
With laughter or agreement
Or some attention toward thereof

The pressure leaks out naturally
Among those who are here
No judgement ever offered
Just more to match in cheer

I must have left the building
As I have left that plane
Understanding what it offered
Happy to abstain

-Kelly Voelker

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

R.O.T. Rusty Old Tool

A rusty old tool
Dull and aim loose
Sits in the weeds
Hurting some past their boots

These wounds are not accurate
The damage is raw
Healing is painful and
Slow to form o'er

It waits in the weeds
Hurting workers who toil
And it will continue
Until removed from the soil

The tool is obsessed with
Nostalgia and old times
It negates the new
It negates its own crimes

If you know and have hurt from
Some such old tool
Simply stay far away from it
To ponder's for fools.

-Kelly Voelker

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

My Heart is Leaking

Damaged by attackers
Unseen but so near
My heart took moment
To calculate arrears*

It took pain to reach a verdict
To calculate and see
What was truly broken
What changes there would be

A hundred deeply risen
Sighs let slowly out
Heartache's blood is different
But pools inside as doubt

I let it leak out thickly
Relieving as it spread
Opening the dreaded
Pit within my head

At this level opus**
Management and deed
Are driven automatically
By hostility and greed

My heart is leaking sadness
Disappointment and it's seed
Belief that pure inentions
Protect those most in need

-Kelly Voelker


*arrears -  that which is owed and should have been paid earlier
**opus - large scale. creation

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