Prayer
By Kelly Foxton
A light shown down from heaven
Upon the place I stood
And God cried down upon me
A single drop of blood.
He cried for His world of children
A tear for you and me
A toneless note, a tuneless song
Where there should be harmony.
And then God showed me how to wipe
His precious tear away”
Teach mankind how to love
Then teach him how to pray.
Rebirth
By Kelly Foxton
Upon a bed, I laid my head
And closed my weary eyes,
And dreamed about a lovely place
I’ll call it “Paradise.”
God ws there, I saw his face
He beckoned—closer, Dear.
Frightened was I bet he reached his hand out
To draw me near.
He said my time was over there
My job fulfilled at last,
And all the suffering of my years
Was finally in the past.
Now try again to do your job
Always with honor and pride,
Then a doctor with a powerful hand
Spanked me
And I cried…
The Moon
By Kelly Foxton
I am the moon and from here I see
An earth—full of misery.
I’ve seen it since the earth unfurled
Man has totally ruined the world!
And now men want to come to me
They’ve wanted to since birth.
Why can’t they just leave me alone
And clean up the mess they’ve made on earth?
GAME OF LIFE
by Kelly Foxton
Life is just a little game
That people love to play
Look around and you’ll see them
Playing “life” everyday.
Go to Europe—go out west
If you take a notion
Fly a rocket to the moon
A ship across the ocean.
Playing spies at Watergate
Was really quite a show.
We’ll change another President
As soon as we “pass go.”
Let’s see who can pollute the best
Or smog the air the most
Who really cares about this place
“I live for me,” we boast!
Let’s take over another nation
“Checkmate,” yells one to the other,
As he pushes a button to an Atom Bomb,
The
Game of
Life
Is
Over….
I have been dabbling in Haiku (as you will see, I use that term loosely) lately and wondered if you’d be interested in seeing some of it?
Under the lamp post
Two moths dance…
Light not wasted
Hundreds of flowers
Just ripe for the taking
But the butterfly died
Escaping at night
From behind the bars
The prisoner’s mind
That which I feared
Is here…
…Hello
A horn on his nose
But he can’t play a note
Rhinoceros
She died from the gunshot
With bloodstained hands
At least the doctor tried
My wedding veil
Packed away
With our vows
I hung our dirty
Laundry out
And no one even noticed
Skeletons are in my closet
But I’ve forgotten who they are
Groundhog peeks out
February 3rd
Nobody cares
The bird in my hand
Sees two
In the bush
Don’t walk barefoot
Beware
The blades of grass!
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