Core Concepts

Jerry mumbles and stumbles
And he barges ‘cross Sargent
While his mind slowly crumbles
As it soaks up the solvent

Some father’s little princess
Reliving and indulging
Sad fantasies of incest
For men balding and bulging

Up on Spence a tape stretches
Around gristly reminders
As a rookie cop retches
With the vets wearing blinders

But the crackhouse pay money
To the guy from Tuxedo
As I grab a new honey
For my flagging libido

There’s the trip out to Venice
And my son’s brand new Civic
Anne wants lessons for tennis
I enjoy my Glen Fiddich

So the question of ethics
Doesn’t touch my tax haven
And I can’t hear fanatics
From the beach in Grand Cayman 

I Have a Dream

I have a dream, a good man boldly said,
As thugs in rags scoffed in derision:
And I still hear his clear call in my head

No more will slaves to their labor be led.
A flawed man sharing Godly vision:
I have a dream, a good man boldly said.

Though some would claim that freedom’s march is dead
I’m grateful for his deadly decision.
And I still hear his clear call in my head.

Let my child, whether black, yellow or red,
Rise with yours to their rightful position:
I have a dream, a good man boldly said.

My share of the battle I sometimes dread,
But I must embrace the mission.
And I still hear his clear call in my head.

How remarkable that he fought and bled,
Accepting pain before benediction.
I have a dream, a good man boldly said,
And I still hear his clear call in my head.

Icarus Flies

My sun is warm but doesn’t blind
As all around feathers I find.
Her smile a passion brings
As I fashion waxen wings.
Drawing me closer with articulate sighs
At last I know why Icarus flies.

Joyously Now

The surf booms into rocks,
A bass line felt in the bones.
The gulls a lonely melody
And the stars draw my eyes into

A night sky stretching
My soul into forever.
The moment holds and I’m left
Reeling a little as the

Symphony resumes with
High notes playing
Across the gut strings
As I tremble to the (e)motion

Surf, shhhh
Gulls, achingly high
God, forever
Me, joyously now

Crystal Tears

Crystal tears across
An angry sky
An angry my
An angry why

Iron silence in
An endless room
An endless gloom
An endless doom

Fragrant words in
A deeper game
A deeper maim
A deeper same

Soulless falling in
An ever sigh
An ever lie
An ever cry

All poetry written by Dennis Friesen and copyright 2008