Oceans Of Rain

A poet is one who

wants to stop writing

but cannot

Don’t ask me what

this means

because

there’s no answer

to this foolishness

 

Sky is pissing down

oceans of rain

something from

out of this world

still,

I deny the existence

of Heaven and Hell

 

In youth, I had questions

as important as life

go unanswered

by an unwilling

ecclesiastic

conjuring idols 

from scriptural crystal-gazing

 

Now, I’ve seasoned

to this gray winter

an old inmate

waiting for light

to reap darkness

waiting for darkness

to bear down

 

Sky is pissing heavier

like wet dreams from the past

and if a cute nun

slipped a n****e in my mouth

I might be coaxed into believing 

Author's Note

from my unpublished manuscript: Straightforward, No Chaser

first published in The New Ulster Magazine (Ireland)

©dah/dahlusion 2017, 2019 all rights reserved

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

As an admirer of the non-conformist and irreverent, I place this poem among the top, DAH. So much richness in your words here. The first stanza speaks to me more than any others. I write even after swearing I'm done with poetry. I know I'm not a "real poet" (whatever that is), and only a few will read my words, but it's a booze I can't stop. Perhaps it's escape from the darkness. As for your last stanza... I won't comment. Truly original work.

[DAH]

Thank you, RE!

[kentuck14]

R.E. I don't believe that a real poet is one whose are read . . . but one who has written!! I've enjoyed your work.
T

[DAH]

I agree with T: a poet is one who writes poetry. As for a "real poet", a person writing poetry is as real as it gets. So, in my assessment, RE, you, my friend, are a real poet. Write on!

DAH

[barleygirl]

This is a very thought-provoking poem in all the best ways. I'm not a fan of organized religion, but I'm also not a fan of offending people who are perfectly earnest in their pursuit of it, so I love your poem being gentle with the digs. We can all take a few jabs this thoughtful & well-placed (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[DAH]

Ah, BG!

Nice to read that this one rings true for you.

No jabs intended, simply my own experience that led me away from the fantasies and delusions of a crowd controlling organization. I checked out at 11 years-old, and have never regretted my decision.

Cheers,
DAH

[Azsa Wild]

This really pulled me in, especially at the end. Powerful in subtle ways

[DAH]

Thanks, Azsa. Nice to read that it resonates.

Cheers,
DAH

[emmajoy]

' Sky is pissing down - oceans of rain - something from - out of this world - still - I deny the existence -
of Heaven and Hell. ' It is permitted to deny anything, everything: simple lesson on the wake of your spread of fine writing. As chief cafe blatherer, the release of words knocks me and my would-be reviewers off the tallest perch going!

Whether faith or mere stupidity stops rain, tears or any stream of panic surely is irreverent in the head, irrelevant in the mind. We stride or lope, step or stop in our own minds, whatever time of life.. and then.. wait for whatever/whoever makes one feel more of a person, and, more able to set words in order, somewhere. Perhaps abandon Heaven and Hell for the time being and -focus on living.. Amen?

[DAH]

Thank you, emmajoy!

[Shoshana]

This is amazing! So flowy and smooth! Made it quite fun to read. thank you :)

[DAH]

Thank you!

[Robert Trakofler]

if a cute nun tried to slip me a n****e i'm quite sure I would be running out the door screaming in panic before I ran back into the room to suckle... I cannot stop writing too what the hell is this mad malady anywho and is the cure truly a sexy nun? to the convent the bunny will hop then I try anything to regain my semi sanity semblance oh that's a good line I better jot that down... oh never mind the script-ure! Me thinks in this arena you are much like me a hybrid of religiosity an east meets west divest

[DAH]

Thank you, Robert!

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

I feel like your poems are the poster boys of what a poem should be, but still share your style and are unique. You get to the point and talk freely about it rather than dawdle like I might do. You fit your idea into a few words without feeling cramped at all. It flows in a way that all classic poetry seems to. You’re an inspiration to other writers like myself, write on!

[DAH]

Thank you, R.J.!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I relate to this one 'brother' DAH. Love the cloud of words it sits beneath with it's halo of false religious salvation and defiance born from acquired insight. And I simply love the final stanza with its lack of reverence and acquiescence to the base desires of 'man'.

[DAH]

Thank you, John!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Well, I just had to chuckle at the ending. I just recently returned to the café after having not written for two years. I mean literally nothing! It was after I spent weeks working on the poem, "Love Made Me;" and when I was finished, I was wordless. I honestly think the stress of years of working in a place that had become unbearable just sucked the life out of me, my spirit enclosed by walls of darkness. I had nothing to say, nothing to give. I just.had.nothing. All the while, I felt like a piece of my soul was missing. It wasn't until I left that place that I found my spirit and my voice again. It feels like a slow walk home. I'm getting there. One thing I have learned … if you don't have anything to say, don't try to force it. Just wait in the silence until you feel the need to speak.

[DAH]

Thank you.

[kentuck14]

Dah,
I believe a poet keeps writing to find meaning in a seemingly meaningless world. I would agree that the sky seems to piss on us as it comes from an unknown source: thus I choose to believe that there is a hell off somewhere beyond our senses. Unfortunetly our youthful (and not so youthful) questions of meaning go unanswered from those with the responsibility to convey such things . . . what what one doesn't have, one cannot give away to others! As to the nuns with n*****s . . . well, I'd have no idea! Interesting poem
T

[DAH]

Thank you, T!

[Chris Shaw]

I speak as a poet addicted to words. I have tried to give up but can't. I sneak out of bed while the others are sleeping for a sly fix. Heaven and hell are here on earth. Your last stanza made me laugh. If it happens please share your newfound belief with me :)
Original thinking. I liked it.

Chris

[DAH]

Thank you, Chris!

[kentuck14]

Chris,
Oh how often a good line or phrase has come to me in the night!