LoveSong Day
by Ted L Glines

We wonder what the future holds
And what will be our tale,
When all is writ and all is done,
Will we sail or fail?

We know our past and all it held,
We've shared the good and bad.
We wonder how it all will end,
Will the epitaph be glad?

We work our magick day by day,
One moment at a time,
To bring future joy
To vision and to rhyme.

We wish you all the very best
Where'ere you work and play,
May all your dreams be warm and sweet,
This blessed LoveSong Day.

Loving World
by Ted L Glines

Politics is not my thing, platforms leave me cold,
kiss the babies, get the vote, it's gotten more than old.
Religions just divide the peeps, pidgeonholes for fools
where  access to "heaven" is defined by Founder's rules.
Racial pureness, what a joke, it really has no part,
any time we may review the color of your heart.
Your sex is your own business, be it hetero or gay,
your marriages are sacred, no matter what "they" say.
Those bigoted opinions only serve to (*beep*) the masses,
it's time we took another look, through clear and loving glasses.
"My world is more about myself, my path, my history,
than any  thing that you can do or say in front of me."
My vision sees you standing there, no goodness or badness,
and I will hug your loving heart in open-hearted gladness.
We must turn away one day, burn these flags we have unfurled,
and learn to cheer each other on to build a loving world.

Lovecraft
by Ted L Glines

nor'eastern salty village
unused piers sagging -- grey fog masks
water strangely surging -- wrongness here
seagull shrieks -- almost seagull
grey tired buildings -- sheds, old stores
never open -- something in there
watching
old man shuffles -- grey slowly shuffles
hunched ancient man -- briefly seen face
almost human -- like a fish somehow
turns away -- shuffles like fog
wisping tendrils seek -- town square empty
mist shrouded -- empty -- watching
brick building looms -- squat
old merchant hall -- door open broken
something in there -- halls black inside
rooms without windows -- cobwebs dust
debris of ages -- without footprints
no kids play here --  flashlight shows dimly
outlines in black -- darkness watching
wide staircase leading down
down into black nothing
nothing with a drum -- drum  beats dimly
deep below -- down these stairs
slow steps now -- down and down
rock walls wet with rotted moss
slow drum beats louder -- chanting sound
down into blackness -- turning into red glow
drum beat louder -- ancient chanted words
"Ph'hglui  mglw'nafh
Cthulhu R'lyeh
Wgah'nagl  fhtan"
down these steps
drawn downward down -- red glow opens
great rock grotto hall -- drum beats loud
so loud -- hundreds of forms huddled
old men -- like the other
drawn to join them -- heart beats with that drum
swaying chanting -- voices fill this grotto
"Ph'hglui mglw'nafh
Cthulhu R'lyeh
Wgah'nagl fhtan"
creshendo chanting now
drum -- thrumming beating heart -- within that altar
huge face astride the altar -- wet red alive
not quite  human -- like a fish
like his face -- old shuffling man
but older -- uncounted ages older

Author's Notes: Do not say this  chant  aloud at home. Oh. I should have warned you before you read the poem. My  fault. I'm sorry. I hope the Great Cthulhu did not make  a mess in your living  room. Not housebroken, you know. Attitude  issues. This is, of course, a tribute  to H. P. Lovecraft, one  of my fav story tellers. The "chant" is from the R'lyeh  Text.  I hope you like it, and I am so sorry about the mess.

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The Lost Poem
by  Ted L  Glines

A poem  got left behind on a small planet.
The lost  poem spoke to  an alien creature.
The alien creature was startled, amazed,  aghast.
The alien creature got "that look" in his eyes.
The  alien  creature screamed "Look what I've found here!"
All the  alien creatures came  to look.
All the alien creatures were  amazed, aghast, and very afraid.
The alien creatures bowed  down to the lost poem ... and prayed.
The lost  poem had become  GOD

And that is the gospel truth ... LOL