A. Sea Herndon

The Poetry of A. Sea Herndon

Month: May, 2015

Rich Young Man

Rich Young Man

Jesus, looking at him, loved him.”

-The Gospel According to St. Mark 10:21

Once I was a rich young man

With a future, wife, and a master plan

These days I’m not so rich or young

And all my plans have been far-flung

Genetically I engineer

Needle-eyed size camels here

The most selfish man you’ve ever known

Whose Id has shrank, but Ego’s grown

The Teacher said “Sell all you own

And give the money to the poor

Then come, young man, and follow me

I am the Way, I am the door.”

This really knocked me on the floor

Pulled out the chair

But lying there and looking up

I finally saw

What I couldn’t see

And am now poor but all grown up

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Pentecost

Pentecost

I once was found

But now am lost

But that’s okay

I love the dross

Good-bye Easter

Hello Pentecost

I’ll light a fire

To stop the flood

A mighty wind

A drop of blood

I’ll wear some red

You do the same

Take a chance

And a Christian name

We don’t fight fires

We bridges burn

Guide us forward

We need to learn

Time, an arrow,

It is not

Let’s speak in tongues

My polyglot

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Final Exam

Final Exam

The unexamined life is not worth living.”

-Socrates

The unlived life

Is not worth examining

Don’t roll up dead

In fear and famining

Write poems large

Upon the wall

Skip old fashions

Drink high balls

Wear your happy

Wounded, bleeding heart

Upon your sleeve

And call it Art

Don’t ever let

A day go by

Where tears don’t

Well up in your eyes

Where Beauty doesn’t

Make you cry

Where life itself

Won’t mystify

Be the one

With the loudest laugh

Eat the wheat

And smoke the chaff

Read every book

That is obscure

Be grateful for

All you endure

Smile and wink

At the homely girls

Cast the swine

Before the pearls

Dance and sing

And whistle and fuck

On your final exam

I wish you luck

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Grandfather’s grave.  He never fought in any war, but he always fought the good fight!

May 22

May 22

Everything is Art again

Truth and Beauty always win

I eat the apple

And the skin

The Fall of Man

Just to refresh

The spirit, mind,

And ruddy flesh

And let us know

That we are blessed

There’s nothing else

To say, I guess

There’s not much else

To understand

I love you all

More than I can

And piecemeal

Peace descended like a dove

It looked like rain

But felt like love

May

May

May, she is the kindest month

Can you see that Truth?

Lovers meet in apple groves

Again

I pledge my love to you

Never will that season cease

Eternal is that rose

Deny me, if you must

Each heart must beat its own

Wills & wants

I understand

Thoughts control our fates

Thoughts are the least I owe

Hope is the recurrent theme

Even in blunt prose

Resurrection woven in

Nature and the stars

Deserts become jungles

Oceans now dry land

Nothing lasts; all is born again