Poems
by Linda
Imbler
Harmonious Curing
A reverence for music’s art,
joy and sorrow shared in song,
intimate connections in league with
the preaching of cardinal virtues.
Breath caught while making confessions,
quoting passages from tenets,
of famous phrases deeply sighed,
a most truly expressive voice.
Universal wisdom tale’s told,
unable to forget the great age,
tradition ascribed inside
a remarkable dulcet elixir.
New Experience
Hip,
with a crack of rhythm and blues,
asking have we ever been.
Hands trained by gods,
to command spangled stars.
Our new experience.
Spoken voice so soft,
lyrics sung bold as love,
of cherry houses burning,
and watchtowers.
Our new experience.
Head and neck
of psychedelic scarves,
paisley weave drapes thin,
hats that wear like gypsies,
a man stylish and kind.
Our new experience.
The voodoo lady
weeps with Joe,
we cry with Mary
beside the fire,
after Jimi excuses himself
to kiss the sky.
His new experience.
The Power Of Arms
Grave
dangers
break all ties.
The age of war
proves too mighty for yesterday’s bridges.
Wanting The Why
Thinking it strange, wanting to hide,
but needing to share blood and desire.
No disturbing of routine taken on the wing,
brings me to a great line of reasoning.
What testimony of truth emerges in the light?
Betrayal can happen whether I love or despise.
So I will do neither and never try,
just do what I need to do in life.
To get the eventual answer,
speak only in questions
that make the soul stir.
Speak only in answers,
answers that satisfy,
that make the mind whirl.
Asking for proof is essential for life,
but are you asking me why?
Checking all the same facts twice,
what can be conceived of by the wise.
Spend an afterward to change wrong to right,
spiral in the truth and tie it up tight.
Doing better’s hard to do while I’m alive,
a rocky road to travel if I’m to survive.
Believing in traditional tales once penned.
They must be carried beyond the wind.
To get the eventual answer,
speak only in questions
that make the soul stir.
Speak only in answers,
answers that satisfy,
that make the mind whirl.
Asking for proof is essential for life,
but are you asking me why?
Weird Legends
Weird legends
about the interests of beasts,
told on behalf of those
who delight in the tragic,
and speak with confidence
of curiosity carried uneasily.
Those with a thirst for blood,
walking under the trees
in a place so appointed,
under a shriveled twilight,
where withered grasses stand,
their various forms
grouped in a meadow,
forced to yield their roots
as the earth favorably recieves
the burials.
Beasts doing what was promised,
to burn in the labyrinth,
where whirring machines of the soul
scream from within.
