| Poetry In Motion |
| The Choice Tittering with the edge of this crucible, Jittery with my double-minded confusion I clutch my sludge Not greedy to go back again And face the smelter of revelation. The bellowing furnace flares up To vanquish my veneers, "Only the Authenitic may enter and endure." Turning to peer outside the kettle Feeling devoted to my mire The darkness slinks in to smother me Like a thick wool blanket To wrap me up inisde its lie, "It would be better to collapse out into Obscurity." I choose F A L L I N G Into the Light! (c) 2002 Jerry P. Quinn |
The Beach (18 years later) If we get the chance to walk the beach hand in hand the night's sky clustered with stars and a fat bright moon, will you stroll with me? Will you take your shoes off with me and feel the gentle waves caress our feet? Will you run away expecting me to follow? Will you fall so I can catch you? If you say yes I'll find the beach. (c) 2002 Jerry P. Quinn |
| Wino Hunger Scratching from his stomach Spoke of aimlessness. Face scattered with Stubbles and dirt Drangon's breath Foul and rancid. Eyes Wet with self-pity I sensed the pain Splitting his soul As he searched for life. (c) 2002 Jerry P. Quinn |
| A Rare Vintage |
| Jesus In vain My Name crosses your path. You don't heed the muted moans from tissue tearing pierced by thorns, talons and spikes pounded purposefully each time you mock Me. I'm some one else to you. (c) 3-30-2002 Jerry P. Quinn |