Labor Poem by Chris Bunton In my school dazemy younger dumber daze,I learned many things,but not what I need. I admit I rejected themlike a bad boy does.It’s my fault, they say.It’s my fault, I’m poor. I kind of know what verbs areand what X+T might be.But, what do I do when a cop calls?HowContinue reading “School Daze”
Category Archives: Heritage
Scarecrow
Spirit Rhyme by Chris Bunton Out of the hand of that ancient man,the Raven flew to and fro. Over a devastated land,washed clean, for new darkness to grow. That Crow, that black, black Crow,devouring seed before new life. That old Crow sees the Man on the pole.That old Crow, flies to and fro with spite.Continue reading “Scarecrow”
I Miss The Forest
Nature Poem by Chris Bunton I miss the forest.The deep silence,Hiding sounds in wait.The watching of life. Breath being heldBy the souls that dwell thereThe trees speakingIn that sweet vibration The squirrel can’t sit stillToo many chores to do.Here, there, and everywhereHe goes to do his thing. The wind spirit flowsUsing leaves to sing.Her instrumentContinue reading “I Miss The Forest”
Can’t Wait For Spring
A Than-Bauk poem by Chris Bunton Can’t wait for Spring,with glowing green;bursting new life. Song birds in love,like the dove, fromabove, the road. Shove clouds away,sunshine day, bringsweet May, delight. I have always loved nature. I care for it deeply. But, in my younger days I hated Springtime. Winter was cold and nasty. But, thenContinue reading “Can’t Wait For Spring”
That 80’s Night
Poem by Chris Bunton It was a dark nightat the end of the 80s When we partied like fools,in a demon filled rage. Young and dumb and alive forever;flying down back roads like banshees high. To a place for a burning pyre. Around the orange flameswe danced. Where fights occurredand rumors spread like STDs. DoContinue reading “That 80’s Night”
In The Park
Haiku Sonnet By Chris Bunton Sitting in the park,On a dreary autumn day.Watching the leaves fall. Squirrels gathering nuts.Working to survive winter.They know what they need. But what about me?What real purpose do I have?All of nature knows. They all know their place.Do they question their purpose?Do birds wonder why? Humans are corrupt in ourContinue reading “In The Park”
Respect For Liberty
Rispetto Poem by Chris Bunton Liberty is a woman, hard to be held. To the fearful, timid man, her flesh seems cold. It’s hard for them to live, where no rules are spelled. Her body yearns, for the just, faithful and bold. Killing her, they betray family and friends. Marching shamefully with today’s fleeting trends.Continue reading “Respect For Liberty”
To My Girls
Destroyed Family Poem by Chris Bunton Where have you been, little ones?Stolen away so long ago. An aching heart and lonely life for an evil man today,searching the horizon and begging God for signs of your return. Will they ever come? Should I go to them? What will our future be?What did you do today?Continue reading “To My Girls”
The Ring
Creative Writing by Chris Bunton During the course of my life; I have lost everything I own five different times. So, finding something that is irreplaceable is somewhat difficult for me. Everything, can either be replaced, or forgotten about. The moment I start to consider escaping and living a life of freedom, those irreplaceable things pop upContinue reading “The Ring”
The Real Tragedy
Social Reform By Chris Bunton The real tragedy is that We the People of the United States, of all races and beliefs do not trust our media or our leaders. Our media is divided, and divides us. None of them tell us the complete truth, or don’t tell us anything unless it has lies twistedContinue reading “The Real Tragedy”
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