Poetry

The Poetic Talents of Laurie Hudson

 

Oblique

City’s sweet stench,
A refreshing release;
Left behind, dank Bastille
Permeates sweating stones.
Eyes barred heavenward
By daybreak’s golden hues.

Praise deserved,
Praise deserved,
Praise deserved.

Foul streets litter persecution,
The sovereign they are bound to obey!
Too young for the crown,
Impotent to conceive sway.

Depart privilege and cross,
The Place de la Révolution.
Morning sun dapples fatality,
Elongated shadow phantoms soul.

Rise up,
Ridiculed gluttony answers yes to more cake.
Rise up,
Wailing bornes the XVIIth heir.
Rise up,
A kingdom saves face to lose grace.

Enlightened memory, no longer they hang,
Teetered prone embrace against the bascule,
Shorn hairs tease the lunette, thirsting for ’93.
Mounton’s descent, the gudgeons sing.
Supple calf’s skin, the finest for a king.

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Moche Princess

From a tiny seed
He planted,
God favored this
Father and watched her blossom
To nourish
His broken heart.

Tendering the tiny seedling.
He directs her,
Nurturing with
Wisdom and belief.
She witnesses
God favor this land.

She’s spoken to a king,
The promise
A great honor.
God favors the obedience of
His daughter.

Battles waged and conquered,
Ceremonial blood freely flows.
She swells
To nurture many heirs.
God favors this king.

Even in death,
God favored this nation
With a priest’s knife,
And promise, a
Father’s sacrifice.

 

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9 Les Flambertins de Crespiéres

Les Flambertins
de Crespiéres,
Idyllic maison,
Refreshing air.

Land lined in rest,
Sustenance needs,
Nourished and bless’d,
Clustered by trees.

Open the gate
To look inside,
‘Tis not my fate
All in my mind.

Window above
From there I write,
City of love
Wee hours of night.

‘Bout Jacobins
And Robespierre’s,
Atrocious sins,
What hist’ry’s dared!

All within reach,
Brief little glide,
Even the beach,
The most affordable little Google gold guide.

 

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Tiny Blue Pill

Tiny blue pill in the darkness;
Reminiscent, wish I’d never let you go,
Only an hour left of this to and fro—

Money, always money; loveless, always loveless;
pleasing, always pleasing, him, her, them…

Restless, twitching, tapping
A horizontal pulsing beat.
Illuminating words
Repeatedly red;
Aimless alliteration;
Spring from the bed.
Empty e-box, Facebook faceless,
False fatigue monitors a blank stare—

Quenching thirsts, satiating hungers,
filling the emptiness, staving the pain…

Tired of not tired.
Solitaire occupies an insatiable need;
One round lost, two or three,
Beckons in the cover of darkness;
Could it be?
An hour of this to and fro—

Money, always money; loveless, always loveless;
pleasing, always pleasing, him, her, them…

 

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Sleep

Far too much sadness
Beginning to heap;
Strengthening madness
No longer to weep.

Inherent earthiness
To only be meek;
Most wand’ring aimless
Oh simply to shriek.

Perfect despairness
Now havoc shall wreak;
Wall’wing awfulness
To stop is to seek.

Summoning boldness
More likely too weak;
Favoring coldness
The outcome is bleak.

Off’ring ableness
Urgent needs most reap,
Contain blissfulness
That just let me sleep.

 

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