{"id":29291,"date":"2011-04-10T12:10:32","date_gmt":"2011-04-10T16:10:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/29291\/a\/"},"modified":"2011-04-10T12:10:32","modified_gmt":"2011-04-10T16:10:32","slug":"a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/29291\/a\/","title":{"rendered":"A Couple of My Poems…"},"content":{"rendered":"
SOFTNESS FADES<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
\u00a9 Glenn Joyner 2009<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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Entering the realm of daylight, creeping forth from dark, fitful slumbering;<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Pressing onward — ever onward into the morning softness.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
To wake, to toil, to contemplate freedom; the softness fades…<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
But is this freedom sought simply a doorway to shrouded oblivion?<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
The question rolls and rolls, bouncing here and there, never quite answered.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
More of the same, always the same, ever the same;<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
And so troubled slumber returns…<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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RUIN<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
\u00a9 Glenn Joyner 2009<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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I chanced upon a dream one time;<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
I was shocked by the fallen moon.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
I dreamed I stood one starless night<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
In the wake of a culture’s ruin.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
The wind had swept the smoke away,<\/strong><\/div>\n
And the fires had withered and died.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
I stood in the ashes of hopeless toil,<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
We’d failed even though we’d tried.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Dreams can kill,<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Bend your will,<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Turn your mind to smoke.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
So then someday<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Your mind will sway;<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
You’ve lived a lifelong joke.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
We are your children, whose naive minds<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Have left us broken and doomed.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
We believed in all of your shallow words<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Until the flowers of fire had bloomed.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Time cannot harm those who feel<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
For those who have felt for none.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
But years will fade those wretched souls<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Who see life and lies as one.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Dreams can kill,<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Bend your will,<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Turn your mind to smoke.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
So then someday<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Your mind will sway;<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
You’ve lived a lifelong joke.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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CIRCULAR<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
\u00a9 Glenn Joyner 2010<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

\n<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
No beginning, no end, seamless and timeless.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Two-dimensional, flat, drawn on a page of congruity.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Round and round and round she goes, and where she stops…<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Well, she never stops.<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
What goes around comes around, and around, and around…<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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A FLYING SAUCER CHRISTMAS<\/div>\n
\u00a9 Glenn Joyner 2011<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
(If you just HAVE<\/em> to sing this, it’s sung to the tune of Have a Holly Jolly Christmas…)<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It\u2019s not Santa Claus and reindeer,<\/div>\n
It\u2019s not Sputnik, it\u2019s not MIR.<\/div>\n
It\u2019s not the moon, or a flying spoon,<\/div>\n
What it is ain\u2019t exactly clear.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Could these be Santa\u2019s helpers?<\/div>\n
With gray heads smooth as a ball.<\/div>\n
They look like elves, and dress themselves<\/div>\n
In one-piece coveralls.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It doesn\u2019t show up on radar,<\/div>\n
But, Bubba, it\u2019s up there.<\/div>\n
Don\u2019t you know? \u00a0It\u2019s a UFO!<\/div>\n
Don\u2019t soil your underwear.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
They\u2019re not from Uranus,<\/div>\n
And they\u2019re not from the mall…<\/div>\n
Not from a black hole, nor the North Pole,<\/div>\n
Are they from anywhere at all?<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Have a flying saucer Christmas,<\/div>\n
\u2018Cos it\u2019s just that time of year.<\/div>\n
With flashing strobes and anal probes,<\/div>\n
The aliens are here!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Have a flying saucer Christmas,<\/div>\n
There\u2019s no reason why you can\u2019t.<\/div>\n
Decorate the tree, and laugh with glee,<\/div>\n
Mistletoe on my implant.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I\u2019m not drunk on eggnog,<\/div>\n
My deck ain\u2019t missing a card,<\/div>\n
But I saw it there, up in the air,<\/div>\n
And it landed in my yard.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
They abducted my old grandpa,<\/div>\n
And took our Christmas wreath,<\/div>\n
He put up a fuss, and began to cuss,<\/div>\n
So they brought him back, but kept his teeth.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
They don\u2019t leave us any presents,<\/div>\n
And don\u2019t ride on Santa\u2019s sleigh,<\/div>\n
In the dark of night, they visit all right,<\/div>\n
But bring us back by Christmas day.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
They\u2019re only seeking answers,<\/div>\n
So please make no mistake.<\/div>\n
I know it\u2019s true, because before they flew<\/div>\n
They core-sampled the fruit cake.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Have a flying saucer Christmas,<\/div>\n
\u2018Cos it\u2019s just that time of year.<\/div>\n
With flashing strobes and anal probes,<\/div>\n
The aliens are here!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Have a flying saucer Christmas,<\/div>\n
There\u2019s no reason why you can\u2019t.<\/div>\n
Decorate the tree, and laugh with glee,<\/div>\n
Mistletoe on my implant.<\/div>\n

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