Let It Happen

LET IT HAPPEN

Just let it happen
Just let the waves wash over you
    Ganesh
Let the sun wash over you
    Ganesh
Let the waves part for you
The Great One parts the waves
One tusk whole one tusk broken
Remover of obstacles
Parting the Reed Sea
Followed by Moses and his tribe
Just let it happen
Paddling through the marsh
Just let it happen
Pursued by no one
Just let it happen
    Ganesh
Let the obstacles be set aside
Just let it happen
Moses tear down that wall
Just let it happen
    Ganesh
Make the way clear for all.

Death and Electons

So here we stand so mild and meager
Stupidly staring at one who is eager
To rule over nations and mankind et al
To lounge back in ease just having a ball.
Expecting some mercy from this sort of fool
Is consciously, willingly pulling down the wool.
Everybody moves toward their comfort zone
Hoping someone Up There will throw them a bone
While growing around them are herbs which bring Life -
They're mowing them down for the Great Leader's wife.
It's so easy to be stupid, it's an honor to be fooled
They control who are the teachers and we all must go to school.
The fey folk and the forest folk and the gnomes deep underground
Have been watching when they're watching as a Race is come unwound.
It doesn't happen often that a People self destruct...
Mostly it's individuals who somehow got them Puck'd
Yet here we are still staring like a blind Prince in a curse
The fey have took the best of Us and the rest have got the worst.

Fred Brighton
January, 2016

Dad

DAD

I hate talking about Dad

in the past tense

He had

He did

He was

in my head

he still

is

and always will be

The Urn

THE URN

When you burn them

Jon's ashes

Feel the heat

Let it scald you

Make your eyes run wet

Hard to breathe

When you shovel them up

Jon's ashes

Feel the weight

Like leaves, like sod

Like the weight of

A quarter of a century

Make you ache for days

When we toss them

Jon's ashes

Breathe them in

Hot and burning

Into your lungs

Jon's ashes

Make them part of you

Hard to inhale

Hard to exhale

Frozen by the results

Of that fire, that oven

When you throw them into water

Jon's ashes

Jump straight in

Hold your breath in

Jon's ashes

Feel the cold of death

The suspension of weight

The feeling of being

Swept away somewhere else

When you place them in the urn

Jon's ashes

Sealing away the sight

The smell the texture of

Jon's ashes

When you pick them up

Jon's ashes

Let them slide away

Your fingers part

He slides away

Jon's ashes.

Thanks To Jean

THANKS TO JEAN

Thanks for

being there.

Thanks for

crying with me

in the kitchen.

Thanks for

being the sweety

that you can be.

You were

the first born

and I

was the last

We are the

circle

that encircles

our mother.

Thanks for

being there

encircling me

with sisterly love.

Light Poems

Nazish was walking along

When suddenly she thought of a song

The tune wasn't right

So she got no delight

From singing a song that was wrong.

Twaddle, Twit, and Twoe

Went out to see a show.

Said Twaddle to Twit,

“But where shall we sit?”

Said Twit to Twoe,

“We have to know!”

Said Twoe to Twaddle,

“We'll have to do battle!”

To battle they did go,

Thus ending Twaddle, Twit, and Twoe.

Flying along

Big and Strong

me and Dad

above the clouds

How the valleys

in the clouds

reflect the valleys

on the ground.

Syria

“What is WHY?”
The dead men cry
When seagulls overhead do fly
and women who are weeping “WHY?”
There is no answer
 say I.
That word is not a question
But an accusation
Not a query nor a look
But a passage in the Book.
A passage in a book
We booked passage on a tramp
We laid bets upon the outcome
When the babies washed ashore
Money changed hands.
There is no answer
 say I.