A Dodoitsu Poem by Chris Bunton Up every morning to work;Slaving away for the bills.Just to take care of the homeI spend no time in. Working every day, all day;For that American dream.Paying my taxes to watch;them sent over seas. Struggling to make ends meet;doing the things we should do.Following the petty rules;that leaders ignore.Continue reading “Up Every Morn”
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I Didn’t Destroy the World
Environmental Poem by Chris Bunton I didn’t destroy the world.So why am I to blame? Am I a chemist creating plastics?Am I a corporation spreading them wide? Am I an inventor creating engines?Am I a corporation making billions? Am I cutting down the forests?Am I building million dollar homes? Am I a politician handing grantsContinue reading “I Didn’t Destroy the World”
Where Do Poems Come From?
Creative Thoughts by Chris Bunton I cannot speak for all poets. I can only speak for me. My poems come from inspiration. Or from Spirit. Or flows from within. It’s hard to tell. But it just comes. Sometimes I can turn on the spigot, but not totally control what comes out. Other times it leapsContinue reading “Where Do Poems Come From?”
Stomach Pain Healed
by Chris Bunton I am not a doctor, but I will tell you about my experience with Apple Cider Vinegar. I fully believe that it, along with dietary changes, and faith healing from God, has cured my stomach. I no longer have any stomach issues at all. No more waking up in the middle ofContinue reading “Stomach Pain Healed”
Night Breeze
Spooky Poem by Chris Bunton Cool night breeze.Frogs chirping,sounds no one sees.Crickets strumming.A dog warning. That long train,whistle far away.Is it gonna rain?Shadows swayPhantoms play. Mosquitoes hide,from the wind,Waiting to feed.Long ago thoughts,invade the mind. The Banshee calls.Did someone die,down the hall?Mystery lurks outsidebehind the pines. The light goes out.The powers gone.The neighbor’s shout“What isContinue reading “Night Breeze”
There is a Feeling
Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton There is a feeling.I don’t know what it is.It’s on the outside of meA feeling of joy and peaceI cannot seem to place. It’s like a memory Of a distant timeBut oh so nearI can sometimes feelIt’s fleeting warmth. It’s like another lifeA place I long to bePerhaps it’s my dreamContinue reading “There is a Feeling”
Consumed
Health Poetry By Chris Bunton I remember in poverty,eating ramen noodles,daily. Beans and Weenies.Meatless saucespaghetti. Rice, Rice, Rice,without any realspice. Bologna Sandwiches.Hamburger Helpermixes. Fried Spam,and all kinds of meat,canned. Hot Dogs on a stick,burnt to acrisp. Catfish from the creek,yellow bellymeat. Milwaukee’s Best.Another brokenpromise. The cheapest smokes.Always gotta havethose. Colon cancer, Rectal cancer,lungs andbrain. AContinue reading “Consumed”
Sub-Division
By Chris Bunton I sit on a hill overlooking an old strip cut lake, and I puke. I am sick at the sight of houses filling the ground of what used to be forest. I am sick at the thought of a wood torn down; to make way for men of means. I am sickContinue reading “Sub-Division”
All The Trees
Nature Poem by Chris Bunton (An English Quintain) All the trees I knew are gone.Removed by fear and greed.No longer to sing a song,As wind blows through their leaves.Never again to drop a seed. The trees of our childhood delightWhere I carved her name, like we’d never part.Where we camped under at night,or cried withContinue reading “All The Trees”
The Hawk
A Freedom Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton I was at work, walking outside when I heard a hawk call. His beautiful cry, in the crisp fall air, instantly brought me back to the forest I miss. Just sitting in the woods spending time with God; watching His creation work around me, as I become oneContinue reading “The Hawk”