Spring is in the air!

Daffs smiling in Coventry
Snapped in Foleshill, Coventry by Mitch Hicks

To Spring
William Blake (1783)
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O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

Stephen John Kalinich

A daughter killed
upon a sidewalk
struck down by a cab
A baby mother left with someone else
dies when i am at school
an abortion in Spanish Harlem
Twins  laying in a toilet
that never had one breath
that never came into existence
This self
that we chase
that is us
that we never catch
this fleeting flicker
held together
by such fragile
and invisble threads
that tare
and pull at us
that lift us
like a marionette”
© 2012

Stephen John Kalinich

What else is there
but to be humble
and know
there is only one creator
we are all the possibility
of expression that love allows
a poem is gods gift
through you
to communicate.
If it formed your body
and heart
and mind out of cosmic dust
and elements
surely it is that
which inspires the poem
and the one in touch with that
is in touch with the pulse of life.
© 2012

“Mistakes” by Stephen John Kalinich

Weak People
Need Saviors
and crutches
To survive
 I Need Tenderness
They are MAKING me crazy
Skunk odors in Malibu
Earthly crawling things
Chop me into bits
A kind touch
cannot stop
This itch
this passion
This lust
To annihilate
The downtrodden
To ignore the urgent signs
Of revolution
A collapsing society
The emergence
Of a new order
 This one will perish
Existence as we know
Will change
 Hurry inch- to
One that moves all
likes and dislikes
Minister to each feeling
that rises
Cautious alienated victims
 accused of heinous crimes
Sex visualized
all take notice
certainty is impossible…
Sour notes
do scattered wiping
thief’s horrendous bigots
cut servants
turn lights out
Own the beast
the colony of dead corpses
In purgatory screech
disease reaches past pain
mild summer nights
The smell   of tacos
that steal the air
lay calm in execution
morn their future
For the offspring
are the devils punishments
the outcast-
Tidy hysterical laughter
bruising the soul
fasting foul animals
From Torrance
held captive
in the wilderness
forgotten kindred shits
 past redeeming
no formula for survival
I nestle on soft sofas
 in the middle
of mixed dangerous strangers
a sign
a fuck
a fight
Clinging to serious sweet problems
extremities not yielding to fear
out of a lullaby
carved signatures
In a declining inadequacy
a never sensed offering
to unknown Gods
Late checks
in the descent of grace
 aged deep tumors
hymns being sung
in empty canyons of Arizona–
All ends here
 there is no other world
side dimensions
an omen
of washed out survivor’s
pristine elements
in no order–
A still sober accumulation
of cluttered thoughts
singing in us called
intended for torture
Organized refugees
 rigid escapees
sucked into hidden strings
of consciousness
pathetic boring
tedious murmurings
All neither loved
or hated
hanging from chandeliers
 in Nightmares
do we know
the scope of solving
saving poetry
saving the world?
Raw damp fertile
wasted indolent
insolent freaks
with blocked arteries
A latent meaning
 an ace of weeping creations
mistakes ?
Army Of One
© 2011