Two Poems

Poetry
Erren Kelly


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Esther

doesn’t have to save her people
from death and tyranny anymore
she just serves them coffee in
a little coffeehouse in Brookline

her heart no longer makes
King Xerxes go cuckoo
she shares it with the
brothers and sisters of
Brookline

to look into her eyes
is to see god’s love
at work
she is a vessel,
carrying his goodness
a transmitter for his
joy

Esther doesn’t fight her battles
in the scriptures anymore
she conquers apathy and
hate in a little coffeehouse in
Brookline

 

George

he stands on the corner asking for change
and yet he sings about change
the change only comes when we stop
finding our courage in bottles of
feeling sorry for ourselves
and in doing drugs of excuses.
he sat at the table
talking about change
asking others for change, mainly.
he never liked the green chairs in the front
always in the back
the orange chairs in front, always
he was always about dirty jokes
and solitaire and street wisdom
’cause everyone who came into the
soup kitchen had their own journey
just like he did, and he always said
good morning, and dared anyone
to stop him. sometimes, he gave the other
transients change
and it’s hard to stand on our own
when systems try to keep us down
when the haves get more and have-nots
find more ways to play the victim
but he always said he chose his life
even so, we all deserve the best

I walked to the T earlier
thought I saw him in his baseball cap, turned
off to the side, dispensing wisdom
while shamelessly asking for change…

does anybody have any change?

we could all use a change…

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Erren Kelly is a two-time Pushcart-nominated poet from Boston. He has been writing for 28 years and has over 300 publications in print and online in such publications as Hiram Poetry Review, Mudfish, Poetry Magazine (online), Ceremony, Cacti Fur, Bitterzoet, Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Salzburg and other publications. His most recent publication was in Black Heart Literary Journal; he has also been published in anthologies such as Fertile Ground and Beyond The Frontier. His work can also been seen on YouTube under the “Gallery Cabaret” links. He is also the author of the book Disturbing The Peace on Night Ballet Press. Email: errenkelly76[at]yahoo.com

Coffeehouse Poem #339

Poetry
Erren Kelly


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Mourning doves coo
As the rain falls silent
As dreams
A girl types on her laptop
She wears her homeland
On her face
She shows me home
Through her eyes
They never lie
They tell me
Everything

pencilErren Kelly is a two-time Pushcart-nominated poet from Boston. He has been writing for 28 years and has over 300 publications in print and online in such publications as Hiram Poetry Review, Mudfish, Poetry Magazine (online), Ceremony, Cacti Fur, Bitterzoet, Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Salzburg and other publications. His most recent publication was in Black Heart Literary Journal. He has also been published in anthologies such as Fertile Ground and Beyond The Frontier. His work can also been seen on YouTube under the “Gallery Cabaret” links. He is also the author of the book Disturbing The Peace on Night Ballet Press. Email: errenkelly76[at]yahoo.com

Two Poems

Poetry
Erren Kelly


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Disco Retro

i loved the music
though seeing people
born when carter was president
made me feel old
my price for being big
and black
was getting mistaken repeatedly
by ms. dkny blondie
for a security guard
i’d stand against the wall
the groove jumping inside me
until ms. blondie
tapped me on the shoulder

“c’mon dance with me
you know you wanna do it.”

i tried to tell her genetics
weren’t kind to me
but she smiled sweet
and grabbed my hand
and away we went

 

The Young Lovers

They make us forget about
The world
They make us forget that
Guns are the real rulers
They remind us that love conquers
All, even when it doesn’t seem
That way, sometimes

And they take each other’s
Hand
As the world watches
their colors bleed into
Paradise
Even as the world burns
Because spectacle is
Sometimes better than the truth

We look at the young lovers
And still find hope in

A Poem

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Email: errenkelly76[at]yahoo.com

Ferguson

Poetry
Erren Geraud Kelly


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Photo Credit: Scott Lum/Flickr (CC-by-nc)

“a riot is the voice of the unheard” —rev. dr. martin luther king, jr.

mingus’ upright bass
rumbling anarchy like a
volcano

miles’ trumpet launching rockets
at the status
quo

billie’s voice like fire,
burning the rope, freeing
strange fruit from the
poplar trees

ella scatting like a
chainsaw,
cutting against
conformity

john coltrane saying “no”
to lethargy, releasing
god
from a saxophone’s
wail

jaco pastorious
slapping hate with
machine-gun electric
bass
making cops say “please, please, please,”
like james

herbie hancock making
harmony from black
and white keys
strong as molotov
cocktails

art blakey’s drums
shattering harder than
a
cop’s nightstick

keith jarrett telling
looters
to steal happiness
through sounds

joe williams
singing a balm of
peace

pencilErren Geraud Kelly has had in poems published in numerous publications in print and online in the United States and around the world. Mr. Kelly is the author of the book Disturbing The Peace, available on Night Ballet Press. Erren received his B.A. in English creative writing from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. He lives in Seattle. Email: errenkelly76[at]yahoo.com

North Claiborne Street, Ninth Ward, New Orleans

Poetry
Erren Geraud Kelly


Ninth Ward
Photo Credit: Stephen Marchetti

A wreath hangs on an oak tree
Not far from North Claiborne Street
Two white boys take pictures
As I drink water
An old black man
Shows me a picture
Of his house
After the levees broke
No matter what, he’s staying
“Take all the pictures you want”
Another man says
“Then go down by u.n.o.
And see how them white folks
Were affected
See how much different
They live from us”

I see the houses
Thrown beside each other
On top of each other
Like lovers

I smell death

“X” marks houses
Where police and National Guard
claim they’ve checked for survivors

And yet people
Come home to
Find dead bodies

I want to help New Orleans
Rise from its ashes
I tell the man “don’t worry
People will see them”

“Don’t let the rest of the world
Forget about us…”

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Erren Geraud Kelly is a poet based in Burlington, Vermont, by way of Chicago, by way of Louisiana, by way of Maine, by way of California, by way of New York City and so on. He has been writing for 25 years and has over 100 publications in print and online in such publications as Hiram Poetry Review, Mudfish, Poetry Magazine (online), Ceremony, Cactus Heart, Similar Peaks, Gloom Cupboard, Poetry Salzburg and other publications. His most recent publication was in In Our Own Words, a Generation X poetry anthology; he was also published in Fertile Ground, Beyond The Frontier and other anthologies. His work can also been seen on YouTube under the “Gallery Cabaret” links. He is also the author of the chapbook Disturbing The Peace on Night Ballet Press. He received his B.A. in English–Creative Writing from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. He also loves to read and to travel, having visited 45 states and Canada and Europe. The themes in his writings vary, but he has always had a soft spot for subjects and people who are not in the mainstream. But he never limits himself to anything, he always tries to keep an open mind. Email: errenkelly76[at]yahoo.com