Mount of The Gallows

Mount of The Gallows

In Orwellian like silence
we sit stunned, circling around
pacing nervously,
skittish on rock bottom
hardened floors of reason that creak
in times of nervous disparity
nodding off into wee hours of daylight
giving the newly elected emperor
in rich man’s clothes
every benefit of doubt
because a falsely inflated ego
needs to come out smelling like a rose
covetously taking every shard
of our rights, our freedoms
offered up like a sacrificial lamb
to a reckless naïveté
dragging it along
with our lady of liberty
mounting her
and all she upholds
high with esteem for
what America once was
for the dreamers who dared
to dream the dream
all the way to the gallows
and nobody hears her screams.

—©g.a.meeder, ®2017

Thrown

Thrown

she is brought crashing

down to the ground

in the heat of the hunt

flesh is torn, ripped, shredded

teeth tear into muscle

crack on bone

what democracy looks like

when to the wolves

it is thrown.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017® 

Endless Sky

Endless Sky

she ignited the horizon

ablaze in golden streaks

of promise that spoke

boldly of day’s end

as night snuck in upon us

covering the western skies

in blankets of twinkling stars

prodding us in wise,

ancient native voices.

what took you so long

to discover this spot

where you are?

our eyes shush their voices

as they wander wall to wall

beacons of lights across the

land of endless sky

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Hangman

Hangman

the only reason

there is on the planet earth

for her silence is

that she was giving him just

enough rope to hang himself.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

The Late Bloomer of Summer’s Choir

The Late Bloomer of Summer’s Choir

the cicada’s late night

choir performances had

all but disappeared

until I heard the one strong drone

singing solo, alto in search of a lover

that will never come

made me weep for the late bloomer

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

 

Out For A Spin

Out For A Spin

up a hill brimmed hats

bounce in the sun drenched bridge of

green leaved shaded trees

a young boy spins round to see

who’s that, follows behind me?

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

Steal Away

Fresno, Ohio 

Steal Away

shall we stop at the

crossroads of our journey on

this planet we tread

stealing a moment away

just to catch our thoughts and breath?

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®