Poetry by Chris Bunton Terry the tadpoleSwam with his friendsIn the vernal poolIn the spring time field. He swam here andHe swam over there.He swam and he swamLike all tadpoles can. But one day he sawHis pool was growing quite smallAnd that’s not all.His tail seemed to be falling off. What’s wrong with my worldContinue reading “The Frog Ballad”
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The Days of Old
Mystic Poem by Chris Bunton I remember the days of old,when I crossed the fields alone.When I ran the forests;when I ran the trails,in those days of youth,in those days of sun. I remember the color of life.Everything seemed different.There was a brightness to the light;a shine, to everything. I remember hopping those fences.Going toContinue reading “The Days of Old”
Those Mines
Poetry by Chris Bunton Those mines ruled my world.The coal mines of Southern Illinois. My family came from,the Tennessee mountains.to dig in those mines. They fought the Civil war and died.They farmed and mined.They sang, fought and prayed. Working men breathing that dust,killing themselves every day,and drinking it away at night. Union men from LewisContinue reading “Those Mines”
Adam
By Chris Bunton Created perfect,From the dust of the Earth. Then, moved to the Garden,the Paradise of God. Created for a purpose,a call to tend and to keep. To garden, Paradise,To protect, the peaceful place of God. To walk with God,in the cool of the evening. Powers beyond us today,buried within us today. Total controlContinue reading “Adam”
House of Giants
Through houses of Giants,we crawl on our knees. We slave for our feed,and all of our need. They have framed our life,till the day we die Through their house, we fly,work, and drive. Their bones corrupt us,surround us, and stink. Every word is no.Every sign is stop.Everything is wait.I’m gonna escape. I will find aContinue reading “House of Giants”
Sometimes
Sometimes,when the wind blows right,you can see between the sheer, and the solid. It is in between there,where you are in the presence of Love. That deep abiding joy,when everything is ok,and you know you are free.Despite what you see. That place in time,where you are eternal,and nothing in this momentcan intrude with its garbage. ThereContinue reading “Sometimes”
Old Man Moe
A Limerick Poem by Chris Bunton Everyone called him Old Man Moe, living free like a Hobo. He once hopped a train, in the driving rain, but, slipped and lost his big toe. Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. Photo by the poet, a speeding train at night. FollowContinue reading “Old Man Moe”
Rise Up and Walk
Wellness Poem by Chris Bunton Rise up and walk;when life’s got you down. Rise up and walk;your way around town. When depression sets in;and you only see the end.Rise up and walk. A little here. A little there.Around the block;or down a beautiful trail.Rise up and walk. If you’re sick; pray and believe.Then, rise up andContinue reading “Rise Up and Walk”
The Rules
As you grow,and obey the rules. As you fight,and try not to fail. Remember that your ParentsTeachersDoctorsStore OwnersFriendsFamilyPreacherPolicemanFiremanMailmanMilkmanFarmerHomeless manPoliticianInsurance manBeauticianYour Spouse,and everyone. Are in it for the money;and you are just a customer. They will never set you free.Test it and see. Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet, and blogger from Southern Illinois. PhotoContinue reading “The Rules”
New Poetry Ebook
I just published my first poetry ebook. “Against the Man”. It can be purchased in most stores online. Here’s the link to Barnes and Noble. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/against-the-man-chris-bunton/1143706163;jsessionid=ED53246E805D065F19940F39788A91EB.prodny_store01-atgap10?ean=2940167340244
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