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. Watching Wanda Walk 11/5/2006
23. Piece Of God 11/5/2006
24. September Is The Yellow Month 11/4/2006
25. Voice Unvoiced 11/4/2006
26. Train, Alone 11/4/2006
27. Jerptious Flort 11/4/2006
28. Unsaid, Undead 11/4/2006
29. Cat Dance 11/4/2006
30. Statuesque 11/5/2006
31. The Simplicity Of Kittens 2/7/2008
32. Feather Tree 2/7/2008
33. Mess Time (Oh, Brother, Where Art Thou?) 2/11/2008
34. God-Be-With-Ye, Brother Mine! 2/11/2008
35. For The Britneys Of The World 2/17/2008
36. Requiem For Taz 5/4/2008
37. Caught In The Net 11/5/2006
38. Midnight Lunch 11/5/2006
39. Musings 11/5/2006
40. Grave Situation 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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Summer Return

the sounds of summer
starting up
in the revving, humming engines
of lawnmowers thawing out
from the long winter’s freeze

the voices of children
carried on the evening distances,
reveling in

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