Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

Rookie (January 31st / Hollywood, CA)

Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson Poems

1. Last Supper – A Winter Sonnet 11/4/2006
2. My Shakespearean Sonnet 11/4/2006
3. We'Re All God's Chillun 11/4/2006
4. Spring Return 11/5/2006
5. Wading Thru New Orleans 11/5/2006
6. Summer Return 11/5/2006
7. Today 11/5/2006
8. Sky Painting 11/5/2006
9. Silent Life 11/5/2006
10. Major Fur 12/21/2006
11. My Mother’s Birthday 12/21/2006
12. Letter To God 12/21/2006
13. On My 50th Birthday 12/21/2006
14. Question To A Child 12/21/2006
15. Better Living Thru Chemistry? 12/21/2006
16. A Heads-Up From On High 12/21/2006
17. Better Living Thru Chemistry? 2 12/23/2006
18. Better Living Thru Chemistry? 3 12/23/2006
19. Moon Majesty 11/5/2006
20. Autumn Return 11/5/2006
21. Wind Dancers 11/5/2006
22. Depressed, With Halo 2/7/2008
23. The Simplicity Of Kittens 2/7/2008
24. Feather Tree 2/7/2008
25. Mess Time (Oh, Brother, Where Art Thou?) 2/11/2008
26. God-Be-With-Ye, Brother Mine! 2/11/2008
27. September Is The Yellow Month 11/4/2006
28. Voice Unvoiced 11/4/2006
29. Train, Alone 11/4/2006
30. Jerptious Flort 11/4/2006
31. Unsaid, Undead 11/4/2006
32. Cat Dance 11/4/2006
33. Statuesque 11/5/2006
34. Watching Wanda Walk 11/5/2006
35. Piece Of God 11/5/2006
36. For The Britneys Of The World 2/17/2008
37. Requiem For Taz 5/4/2008
38. Caught In The Net 11/5/2006
39. Midnight Lunch 11/5/2006
40. Musings 11/5/2006
Best Poem of Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

Real Work (The Brilliant Fool)

He
was a piece
of work,

His life a
work of art

He was
a brilliant fool
masquerading as genius

Or, perhaps,
a stellar genius
just acting
the fool

He wore his success
like a stagnant, rotting albatross
around his neck,

its stench his constant
companion and
splendid cologne

His Life Portrait was
surreal,
abstract, askew

Each and every
moment of his moments

engorged with
gleeful rage and
upcoming root-canal ...

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Of Fences

He's aware
of the yard he lives in -

aware of the fences
that define
his constant existence

He feels his life
is missing

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