LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
Written by C Hues
August 10, 2022
Looking up at the disaster Ceiling soaked with spots of brown Lord have mercy on the plaster Has the room turned upside down? Some call it Mother Nature’s portrait Some say it’s lovely—day or dark I say your eyes must be forfeit To place beauty in the watermark
Written by C Hues
August 8, 2022
Back when I turned thirteen—I went in for a dunk Pastor Paul said to be saved, my soul had to be sunk I took my time in the tub and dipped my toes And everywhere I looked, I spotted friends and foes Pastor Paul mumbled, then said, “Son you’ll be fine. You’re about to be reborn—and you can’t uncross the line.” Pastor plunged me in the water and I was alone I was down so long—I thought that I might die And then I rose and realized all I’d known I questioned as a lie My voice transformed from tenor to baritone And my favorite word was “Why?”
Written by C Hues
August 8, 2022
Written by C Hues
August 6, 2022
Power tends to muddy morals The soul becomes a phantom pain Conscience slips into the shadows Stepping down to make a gain Selling someone else’s lies Fist bumps to the other guys Thinking your career will rise Stepping down to reach new highs
Written by C Hues
August 6, 2022
Up in my room—one August Night I heard a patter—pit pat pit pat The thunder froze my dog in fright And lightning posed—but I just sat I’m cool like jazz—that’s what I thought But then I felt it and I was caught! Pit pat pit pat—it came back And then I felt it in my hair My eyes zapped up—and saw the crack And nature shot quick through the tear I tried to dodge—but it was done The August Night is always fun