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you are my sister
the daughter
of my father’s
best friend
our bond is stronger
than mere blood
you gave me
my first kiss
from a girl
I’ve never forgotten
you’ve been
my most trusted
counselor
even when
I refused to listen
there ain’t another
in the universe
like you
which I know
all those who
know you
would agree……
thank you ~
dear Susie
your loving spirit
rocks my world
only to be eclipsed
by my love
and appreciation
for you……
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
when I got those wire-rimmed glasses
the kind with transitional lenses
I didn’t care or give a damn……
about the loss
the symbolic death
of my grotesque looking
black rimmed glasses
without hesitation or even remorse
for having to wear them
for what seemed like……
fifteen years in the bowels of hell
I quickly doomed them forever
to the tomb ~ the bottom of
my sock drawer
I swear …… I did not mourn
their demise for 15 years
nor will I miss them for eternity
regardless if ~ immortalized
by the legendary……. Ray Orbison
and Buddy Holly
or someway ~ somehow
thoughtlessly resurrected
from the unstylish grave
‘cause ~ the death of some things
shouldn’t be destine to be retro
I thank the creator of contacts
and frameless eyeglasses
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
This story poem is dedicated to my muse RLF and her mother Ginny.
as I stand on what is known as
Elizabeth’s Dock….. just south of ~
the Deep Creek Lock
a part of the Dismal Swamp Canal System
called by some in times past…. “The Ditches”
my muse walks along the dock
behind me
at times struggling
to keep her balance
for reasons I won’t disclose
about her health
but her efforts inspire me
this little place ~
she has honored me to visit
is the land of her roots
you see….. Deep Creek
is where her mother
and her mother’s family are from
I now will help you
better understand
the backdrop
that frames the words
of this story poem
I emotively write……
Chesapeake Virginia
on this day
as I look south towards
Albemarle Sound in North Carolina
I notice the weathered handrail
on the landside of the dock
the big nails used to hold it together
are like a directional pointer
to the historical information……
a really dismal era
of my country’s past
the tannic colored waters of the canal
symbolically stained
with the blood ~
sweat
and tears
of my fellow humans
whose evil experience
if evil is a definition of the heavens
the wicked
and senseless defamation
imposed on our own species
to waller in the mud like pigs
up to their necks
to dig a so-called ditch
one scoop at a time
where such mud was not washed off
‘cause they had no blankets
to keep them warm at night
in the horrid Dismal Swamp
or to keep the elements off from them
as described later
by the slave and canal boat handler
Moses Grandy
in his “Narrative
Of the Life Of
Moses Grandy;
Late A Slave
In The
United States Of America”
what a Man
a Hell of a Human Being
who was ripped off
lied to
whipped
watched wife and children
taken away
had to pay for his freedom
3 times……
before he was given it
such recollections
make my knees feel weak
make my stomach feel sick
I suddenly feel ashamed
for being human
and yet
the noble example
of the struggle of my muse
behind me
keeps me standing
instills a will in me
to keep going
have hope
in the human ability
of learning from our mistakes
to push on
for the future of our children
and their children’s children
regardless ~
the color of their skin
let me stop here
I need to make something clear
about this place I stand
despite the melancholy
that surrounds its tannic
and dismal swamp past
that past
is no longer its present…..
because of those like my muse
which started with her mother
and her mother’s family
before her
I now see a beauty
beholden
to the positive outlook
of the onlooker
and a canal
that borders a swamp
called Dismal
I hope to travel
explore its full landscape
from Deep Creek to Albemarle Sound
the twists and turns
the ditch leading to lake Drummond
and its waters that feed the canal
learn more how the swamp
became part
of the Underground Railroad
when Robert Frost
aimlessly wandered it
‘cause he was heartbroken
over a woman
how it inspired
Edna Ferber to write Show Boat
by reliving the journey of ~
the James Adams Floating Theater
back and forth
along the Dismal Swamp Canal
yes…. I want to do this all
with my muse some day
out of respect for her struggle
her mother
and her mother’s family
as well as those
my fellow humans
through blood ~
sweat
and tears
who built its past
and whose efforts
have shaped its present
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
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I’m nothing more
than me ~ everyday
of common birth
and doing it my way
as only I could do it
the best I can ~
freely
independently
~ distinctly
from all the rest
of my kind ~
the humankind
maybe ~
not in bodily form
but through
characteristics
reflecting my soul
the very essence
molding my being
into who I am
and what I’m yet
to be ~ nothing
more than me
~ ~
~ do you see me
~ do you hear me
~ do you feel me
~ do you get me
as far as ~
my contribution
to the mix of all else ~
~ ~
if so or if not
whatever ~
yes ~ I can tell
I’m me ~
a little different
from you
in spite of any
way of belief
or national stigma
breeding
social inhibition
packaging
my acts ~ my living
conditions ~
my ills
into some box
that’s deserving
of any scourge
labeled upon me ~
I will go on
not as a victim
even if ~ death
is prematurely
knocking at my door
~ I’ll live
~ I’ll contribute
~ I’ll die
like any human
~ I’ll matter
till the end
~ I was
’cause
that’s
the spirit
birthing change
~ I’m me
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
fuck that
I ain’t
gonna let
despair
define me
‘cause
I got
this thing
called
livin’ to do
before
darkness
really
sets in
I’m gonna
dance in
the light
until I can’t
no more
when a smile
has become
the only
thing
my face
does know
do you hear
that ~
fuckin’
despair
“Today I told despair to fuck off with a smile.”
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
a dark cloud
floating
about my head
wanting
to envelop
my spirit
with a gloom
so thick
and weighty ~
my soul
would go limp
feel of no use
where purpose
has no reason
as if ~
ludicrous
and beyond
any hope
from the light
of imagination
and yet ~
this bleakness
has no
lasting
affect
upon
the fire ~
the passion
sustaining
my heart ~
fueling it
to burn
from hope
stoked with
the light
of imagination
not willing
to give way
make room for
a dark cloud
freely floating
about
my head
“The hope given from the light of imagination keeps that dark cloud with its gloom from freely floating about my head.”
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
same old shit
day after day
pure tedium
sunrise ~
sunset
tide in ~
tide out
recurrent
patterns
of process
everywhere
~ whatever
Pd ’s
favorite
expression
of mine
oh well
at least ~
I’m alive
and kickin’
to the same
old rhythm
of life
rising again
and again
keepin’
that fuckin’
angel of death
on hold
~ same old shit
thank you
“Today, as with yesterday
one thing is for sure,
I’m alive and kickin’
to the rhythm of life
and the angel of death
can wait yet another day.”
Words by ~ Keith Alan Hamilton~
we the people
and I’m talkin’
all of the people
are a hood
of
brothers and sisters
regardless
of
color or belief
that culture
or tradition
we the people
want to survive
go on and be
someone
and do things
that is worth while
for all humanity
being a contributor
to the whole purpose
of
the world
not only ourselves
my brothers
and my sisters
~ it’s in the hands
of
we the people
and that’s ‘no brag
just fact’……..
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
we were friends….
at least
I
thought so ~
until you
abruptly
dismissed me
without notice
as unwanted food
gotten rid of
like garbage
down the sink’s
disposal
and yet…
if you had cared ~
you’d have noticed
I’m not some
inanimate object
created for
your service
to be cast away
at your whim…..
but……
I’m
a human
with feelings
who could suffer hurt
undergo
the torment
of emotional pain
from such
a thoughtless
seemingly narcissistic
act of abandonment
we were friends….
at least
I
thought so ~
so I thought
you should know
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~