Eddie Roa Poems

The sounds came rushing in, where did it come from?
Has it always been there? Angels’ halleluiahs, God’s riant laughter
Pervasive, reverberating in crescendo at the gladdening hour,
Trilling with early birds, buzzing, whirring with the bees on morning forage
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I come to you now unclothed, unwashed and unabashed,
This is my barest, lowliest, truest self,
With wanton passions brimming, ogling with animal intent
This is me wallowing neck deep in the sweet but unctuous tar pit
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Throw the door wide open and rejoice
With spread arms and welcoming laughter
Oh, my beloved is back from a long sojourn
A perilous odyssey in distant shores
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each petal that falls even
from the homeliest blossom
is grieved by the congregation
of blooms in the garden
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Face with dignity the dreaded Pied Piper
Follow his lead and not hesitate in your stride
The end is everyone’s fate
No argument has ever won its case
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Lord I do not wish
To hide from you,
I’m too lazy, I say
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On A Far Away Beach At Dawn

Your face is etched in the stars that dot a sky about to lose its black
Mirrored as a reflection on a luminous sheet of sea at low tide
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Let’s not talk about terrorism, write, nor broadcast it
No more the sight of blood and gore from dismembered
Carcasses of men and women, young and old, and the tender flesh
Of babies scattered, alighting on treetops and eaves of houses
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listless on a sofa,
on a mental walkabout,
upon a surreal scene,
of crumbly purple glades
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