Abandoned Waverly Hills Sanatorium (Roadkill Society Prompt) Through the woods the sun seems lower. Shadows grow longer, and deeper,while solar rays blast past trees,with no leaves. The road to the hill top winds.Curving like a snake waiting to consume,amongst the darkening trees,with no leaves. The broken road explodes clear,into a parking lot of shattered rock,whereContinue reading “The Sanatorium On The Hill”
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Wait
Why is it always wait. Great inspiration comes. Oh, but wait. I gotta do this first. An idea to write, to create,to make. But wait. Always wait. Some task,Some duty,Something that cannot waitMust be done first. The doldrums of lifeFilled with inspirationTwisting in the headTill the chores are done. A great poem comes,With urgency to writeOr loseContinue reading “Wait”
Summer In A Vase
Kimo Ode to Van Gogh’s Sunflowers Summer in a vase, the sunflowers stand.Golden petals bring a smile.A reflection of life. Warm sunny days captured in memory;held aloft by towers green.Blazing heads bowed in prayer. Creating its own light, of youthful joy.Subtle burning energyof our eternal soul. Long lost memory of a home to dwell.A placeContinue reading “Summer In A Vase”
Free Speech
Are you free? You have freedom of speech.If you’re educated enough;If you’re in the right job;If you’re rich enough;If you parrot the masters. I love free speech;it allows you to see your enemies.It shows me who is brainwashed.It shows everyone who shouldjust shut up. Free Speech is scary.It lets hate spread.It lets fear reign;and liesContinue reading “Free Speech”
Recovery For The Holidays
Sometimes forgiveness never comes I was born a drunk, in a family full of drunks. All of whom are now dead. Even me. I drank to escape. Not to escape a bad life. But, to escape boredom. It was a means of going insane for a bit. It’s strange. There was a moment when IContinue reading “Recovery For The Holidays”
Candy Cane Lane
A Christmas Limerick Down On Candy Cane LaneSeveral Elves Burst Into FlameRudolph Was SadBut, Santa Was MadKnowing Spiked Eggnog Was To Blame. Santa Put The Drink On A ShelfToo High Up For Any Elf.But, The Elves Formed A PlanAnd Hired A ManWho Took And Drank It Himself. Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet andContinue reading “Candy Cane Lane”
Free Bird
We are prisoners I was driving today;when I saw a Blue Heron,by a beautiful lake. The sun sparkled;like fireworks on the water,and the bird fished in peace. When I saw this it dawned on me,that man is the onlycreature of God’s Creation,who begs another man for food. He is the only one,who is a slave,forContinue reading “Free Bird”
No More Old Men
What would we do? What if one day, all the old men went away? The corner diner,has less coffee drinkers. No one buys,The white Nike Air. Who would change, the furnace filters? And make surethe light switch is off. Who would change the oil,at exactly three thousand miles? Who would rake the leaves,and let themContinue reading “No More Old Men”
The Campsite
A secret place of old High above that ancient strip pit.Now filled with water a million feet deep.Sits that old campsite, where we went as kids.That sacred place with a stone ring built years ago. Who knows how long? Who knows who began? Who knows who owns the land? We never cared. Surrounded by grandfatherContinue reading “The Campsite”
Reborn Everyday
Everyday can be a new life Everyday is a new chance at a different life. Every morning when we wake up we can choose how our day goes. I know it’s hard. I battle those morning demons and have for years. I have fought to think rightly in the face of a life that seemedContinue reading “Reborn Everyday”
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