This World

A Diminished Hexaverse Poem by Chris Bunton


This world screams at you.
“Your birth insults me,
and I will break you.
Feel time slip away,
And your loves destroyed.”

“I never stop.
Relentless Time.
Hounding your mind.
Slaving to eat.”

“Crushing you.
Twisting you.
Molding you.”

“Until
You Are.”

“Dead”

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

This is a Diminished Hexaverse poem

Photograph of a swamp at Rend Lake in Southern Illinois

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Remember When

Remember when we acted so sly,
Going to lunch and getting high?
Remember when we camped and drank all night;
all of us glowing in the fires light?

Remember the girls we used to date,
How they never used to make us wait?
Remember the time we all skipped school?
Always together, forever, free and cool.

Remember how we all dressed the same,
And thought those over 20 were lame?
Remember that awesome party we had,
And you got busted by your mom and dad?

Remember when you went away?
I have not seen you since that day.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

Photo by the poet, a small town at sunrise.

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The Cave of Spiders

Nature Poetry by Chris Bunton

At The Mouth Of The Cave Of Spiders I Sit,
Focusing On The Green Forest Before Me.
The 8 Legged Symphony Strumming Their Webs,
In Time, With The Flitting Birds, Chirping,
An Ancient Holy Tune.

Forever, I sit, comfortable and free.
Looking At The Changing Forest Before Me.
The Rains Came And Went, The Blazing Sun And,
Whipping Wind, Freezing Snows, Over And Over, Again.
Saplings Grew To Mighty Oaks, Then Crashing Down,
They Rotted Away.

The Same Song Was Sung, By Every Existing Thing,
Over And Over, Through History Past,
To Eternity, The Creation Sang.

Praise To The Ancient One.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

Photo by the poet, An old Salt Mine near Valdmeyer, Illinois on the Mississippi River.

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Your Own Thing

Some discover it;
some never do.
 
Everyone has it;
yes, even you.

Born with something;
something to do.
 
Sometimes you know it,
or work it through.

Sometimes you die,
or live a lie.
 
If we all do our thing,
how great that would be.

God will guide us,
if we ask Him too.
 
He will give us a place;
to do what we do.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois.

Photograph by the poet, It’s a giant blue rooster on the roof of the National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C.

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The Lake

A Summer Place

The Lake;
sparkling vast
like a river of crystal
through a green golden dream.

The air is warm,
and the breeze is cool.
The music plays,
and the kids run.

The birds;
those lovely birds
our friends, singing
sweet to the beat
of Life.

Zoom to the lake,
perfectly warm, but
cool enough.
Dragonflies swoop,
where the fish jump.

It’s hard to stand;
in the wake of the boats.
Waves pounding the shore,
Slap, Slap, in rhythmic
slapping just to slap some more.

Laughter in the air
The sun lowers down,
while the shadows are long,
till it drops gone,
and the skeeters sing.

Slap, slap, slap
the lake still breathes.
Frogs gloat, crickets call
and the booze hound shouts.
 
It’s time for him to sleep.

Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“  a collection of dystopian short stories.“The Future is Coming” and his latest book “The Latter Days‘ is a book on Bible Prophecy and avoiding the deceptions to come.

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Photograph by the poet, Kentucky Lake, Kentucky.

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We hate not fulfilling our purpose. We hate getting up every morning to go do things we know doesn’t benefit us ultimately.

We hate knowing that stress and depression is killing us and our families, but we gotta earn that almighty Dollar.

We hate wondering every day, why we are here, and what our life is good for.

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We hate being called lazy for not wanting to be your slave any more.

We hate not being able to succeed, in our own lives.

We hate not being able to fulfill our hopes, dreams, and purpose, because we waste our lives on your hopes, dreams, and purpose.

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We want our needs met!
We want to pursue our purpose, without regret!
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We want respect!
We want dignity!
We want control of our lives!
We want equality!
We want to be free!

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Photograph taken by the poet, of the bridge crossing the Mississippi River, at Chester, Illinois.

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They tell us;
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But, somehow we feel that’s wrong.

The birds have food,
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They tell us;
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it hands you nothing.”

But, humans seem to make it worse.

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while you stand and jeer and watch.

They tell us;
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and yet, you think you are better.

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But, we are entitled to love,
and love is what we owe.

If we loved each other;
despite our unloving ways,
the hard edges would smooth to silk.

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more than each other;
in this place that is dark.
In this world they created;
by our enslaved hands,
through our blood, and our tears and our broken backs.

So, maybe all of it is ours.
Maybe we will let you keep a little.
And then watch you beg for some love;
while we drink booze on a beach,
in the glorious sun,
just like you did to us.

Will that day come?

Is revenge the answer?

Maybe then you will feel entitled to love?

We are no better,
so maybe never.

Maybe we do deserve death,
since we choose not to love.

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there’s a long way till the end.
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It’s hard, but worth it, you know.
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Photograph of the Illinois and Mississippi Rivers at Pere Marquette State Park, Grafton Ill.

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turns for our good.
When giving ourselves to Him,
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Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“  a collection of dystopian short stories.“The Future is Coming” and his latest book “The Latter Days‘ is a book on Bible Prophecy and avoiding the deceptions to come.

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