The poem “Dreamt Proxies” is about the increasing number of dance related dreams I’m experiencing during the coronavirus shutdown of social dance events.
The dreams allow for a dance
while in waking life here is no chance
desire asks for this exchange
when connection is estranged
arm in arm in fantasy
paling against reality
this is the best that life permits
when distance is normality
the desire to at last connect
bleeding over to vision’s quest
behind closed lids the dance goes on
absent venues of self’s choice
those relations pursued first hand
have been replaced by revenants
sad whispers of what should be
six feet asking for dreamt proxies.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200404.
The poem “The Rent You Pay” was inspired by a social media friend who succinctly stated, ‘“Pretty” is not the rent you pay to exist in this world.’
The Rent You Pay
The price that’s paid has a due
survival is the golden rule
persisting here another day
the end of times then delayed
this seems simplistic at first glance
until the rules deny the chance
to determine the here and there
that society deems to declare
attractiveness damns everyone
but there are those that lies enclose
stating how they’re meant to live
by virtue of what they give
pretty is spun to be a rent
with existence as consequence
deny this price if the bill
is presented against your will.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200402.
The poem “Set a Sentence” was inspired by a Facebook posting that stated, “when people my age are all afraid of the world that their kids are inheriting because of their irresponsible grandparents, it makes you take pause .”
Set a Sentence
If the future was more kind
without misfortune few deny
perhaps the fear would be removed
from procreation of blessed broods
the call to family some resist
is the outcome of that persists
when grandparents have condemned
the world resulting from their sins
inheritance should be boon
instead the cliff clearly looms
the edge within sight of all
only dooms the tender ones
the elders who will fall away
are the ones that had betrayed
now future parents hesitate
to set a sentence of doomed fate.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200226.
The poem “Beyond the Dance” is about striving to live beyond the normative.
Beyond the Dance
Seek a life beyond the dance
that span of staid circumstance
those tunes clinging to the past
embracing moves now long lapsed
classics are spun once again
look beyond that tired domain
cantos to tradition’s rut
now a dirge too many trust
ten thousand steps in unison
once thought to be jubilant
now a procession without end
for the march of the condemned
the dance may still exist
harmony instead of the old dread
if vitality seeks its own song
before the sounding of life's gong.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200225.
The poem “Tradition Tossed” is about the suffocation of traditions.
Where chains of rules are applied
to the limbs of the enslaved
suffering becomes a normative
thought to be superlative
desired above all other joys
the best is based on woe
darkness affirmed as light
the gloom becomes delight
this illusion cast by saints
look to the imps that relate
their glee is proof enough
that few dare call the bluff
rattle the manacles to proclaim
none should live as a slave
bound to rules not their own
tradition tossed of as a yoke.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200224.
The poem “Kissed a Girl” is a consideration of shared affection.
Kissed a Girl
I kissed a girl who was like me
affirmed by two identities
each knowing their inner truth
reveling in the shared salute
each a deviation from the norm
by percentages expressed in math
this doesn’t matter when the fates
have brought together much the same
the quick embrace of impassioned lips
asks if more should persist
a smooch to bless connections found
confirming fondness linked to love
only time may yet convey
where the kiss may finally lead
with this girl I’d do much more
top to bottom to explore.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200213.
The poem “Dear Friends” is a consideration of where friends fit into the treadmill of life.
Distance matters so much less
when the heart is truly blessed
with dear friends that rise above
the detritus of life's flood
waters flowing from here to there
rewarding those who choose to dare
to feel something more than dread
wanting joy to fully spread
those of like mind that insist
that life asks more than to exist
beyond a day that labored work
with a wage that circles back
something more than this treadmill
is the gift that dear friends bring
breaking chains and floating hearts
before the cycles ask all to depart.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200212.
The poem “Monsters Walk” was inspired by news stories about leaders who bend the shared world to the minority view.
Monsters walk the earth in your name
with flocks aligned without shame
to the masters born of men
thought to speak without sin
by declarations the die is cast
to ensure the cause will last
beholden to only power’s grab
there is no difference between good and bad
it’s not enough to serve the day
instead the masses are asked to pray
that generations will feel the yoke
now condemned by the words spoke
faded edicts stooped with age
cherry-picked to the dismay
of targets not of the flock
those decried to matter not.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200211.
The poem “Avenging Toasts” was inspired by a meme that included the line “I only drink red wine.”
I only drink red wine
a reminder of the unkind
with a toast to the gods
who turned away from their charge
an absence remembered with chardonnay
after evidence has been put away
lest loose lisps testify
that a wrong had been applied
here’s a toast to absent friends
or enemies deserving same
revenge is best served cold
like pinot noir from old reserves
these hints of blood are enough
to celebrate in aftermath
this is why the crimson ports
satisfy through avenging toasts.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200210.
The poem “Habits Die Hard” was inspired by the quote, “I’ve decided to never fall in love again. It’s a disgusting habit.”, from the 1965 movie Pierrot le Fou.
Habits Die Hard
Falling in love became routine
another day spent in want betrayed
by the nature of the response
to adoration so cruelly trounced
defeated by something close
to addiction if truth be told
that need to feel so much more
than affection of the slow burn
instead the flames consume the source
while hardly scorching the other ones
those targets of passion’s siren call
unable to hear the desire’s resolve
the apt response is to deny the urge
falling in love at last purged
habits die hard when they’re set
this one discarded with sad regret.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200209.