Feeling Memorial Day 2017

Memorial Day 2017

Feeling Memorial Day 2017

© 2017 Hugh A Tague

Seems fitting, here upon my life’s stage
gray skies keeps the sunshine at bay
on this particularly dark Memorial Day.
I wonder, are their souls abreast
can they see Democracy’s latest test
beneath the blanket of honor from which they rest.
Those who stand silent before Treason’s insight
disrespecting their sacrifice in spite
do not represent America’s plight.
Tears from heaven fall as drops of rain
their cry for justice I fear may wane
should integrity and honor die in vain.

A Nation Divided Our Children Cry

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A Nation Divided Our Children Cry
by Hugh A Tague III

In a small Florida town a shot rang out
A hooded young boy just on his way home
Attacked by a man who brandished a gun
This battle this night he could not have won.

A perforated young heart beats no more
His blood flowed into the now hallowed ground
Yelling and screaming he put up a fight
He took his last breath that dark rainy night.

Senselessly and needlessly a life lost
So many questions the answers unclear
Leaving most of us just wondering why
A nation divided our children cry.

No one around to help him stand his ground
Who speaks for him now can his voice be heard
His bright young light was turned off much too soon
Now that light twinkles with the stars and moon.

A hooded young boy just on his way home
His blood flowed into the now hallowed ground
Attacked by a man who brandished a gun
This battle this night he could not have won.

Hugh Tague 7/17/13

RESIST

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RESIST

 by Hugh A Tague
Gaslights gloaming deep amber rhetoric
 A train-wreck in reverse derailed in time
 Casting alternate darkness over hope
 Death and delusion with every pen's stroke.
 The desert's sand thick with my brother's blood
 Boots on the ground children in harm’s way
 Our body and mind no longer our own
 Jackals from afar secured his gold throne.
 Constitution of the people not of one president.
 RESIST all that's not true there is no alternate.

Walk With Me

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Walk With Me

by Hugh A Tague

Hear the cock’s golden horn call from afar
as a solar torch touches the edge of the world
Igniting the night’s sky, turning dark clouds to white.

Your dawn’s horizon afire with another’s sunset
a pathway paved in ashes of fallen rainbows
a bridge seared onto the surface of the sea.

Follow me to where days have no end
and the night needs not hide in darkness
where the worrier, has no worry
and the warrior, no war.

Walk With Me…
Walk With Me.

 

A New Trojan Horse

© Hugh A Tague
© Hugh A Tague

A New Trojan Horse
by Hugh A Tague

“The New World” more an idea than a place
forged from a sweltering ancient fire
the conception of inclusion
is old as the human race.

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The Crude Colossus

The Crude Colossus

The Crude Colossus
by Hugh A Tague

Not unlike a brazen giant of freak fame,
With transplant faux hair and a bad spray-tan;
Here at his brain-washed, iron-clad gates shall stand
A mighty moron with a torch, whose flame
Is the persona of gaslighting, and his name
Betrayer of Exiles. From his beacon-hand
Glows world-wide “No-Trespass” sign; his eyes scan
The bridgeless harbor that his sinful cities frame.

“Return to your ancient lands, you matter not!” cries he
With puckered lips. “I don’t want your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses scheming to steal from me
Such wretched refuse shall not set foot upon my shore.
Send these, the homeless, back across the sea,
The light’s off and I locked the door!”

The Old Wizard

The Old Wizard, Art by Alexandra Khitrova
Old Wizard, Art by Alexandra Khitrova

The Old Wizard
by Hugh A Tague

Born by the sea
the blood within my veins
flow with the tides.
Waves crash inside me
as fate plays out upon
Life’s great stage.
Rain dancing with soil
cleanses Wind-swept dust
from pillars reaching skyward
quenching life’s Sun-blanched thirst.
Gray clouds spiral above
filling with light and sound
the storm’s magic
is no longer silent.
My bones tremble
Ocean’s ebon depths rise
and the shore surrenders to her fury.
Gale-fired swells flood the land
calling to mind from which
all things have come.
Subject only to Time
the course of the storm
allows the ground to again
kiss the air soaking up the light of day.
Perched upon my mountain’s top
Time’s toll on my form evident
each droplet of future’s rain
forecast in the joints
that hold me together.
Like an Old Wizard
without a book of spells
pain’s relief escapes me

My Ode to Poe

My Ode to Poe
My Ode to Poe

My Ode to Poe
By Hugh A Tague

a dear friend took me on a walk one day
he told me about The City in the Sea
he spoke of a beautiful girl he once loved
A Valentine from his past Ms. Annabel Lee Continue reading “My Ode to Poe”

Martin Luther King of Men

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Martin Luther King, Jr.
King of Men

 

Martin Luther King of Men
by Hugh A Tague

Changing our world and all who live there
marching against ignorance and hate
his only weapons were peace and prayer
that was what made this King great.
Equality for everyone was his only plan
a kind soul who dared to dream for us all
given by God, taken away by man
on that dark April day when we saw him fall.
Every human need embrace his just plight
the lessons he taught, we must forever sing
men, women and children, black or white
a nation and the world mourn the brave King
Our father of hope, with the angels he flies.
Now it’s up to us to keep his dream alive.

© Hugh A Tague
original 1-6-13  edited 1-17-16

 

Blindsight

Blindsight
Blindsight

Blindsight
(Shakespearean Sonnet)
by Hugh A Tague

Thor forewarned me of the impending storm
his hammer thundered in the distant sky
from a gentle breeze the strong wind is born
whipping up the sea as it blows on by
spray from the gale-charged whitecaps sting my face
great swells pound the pier beneath my feet
mimicking foot steps, the waves keep pace
timbers trembling as they run past me
specters of warriors invade the shore
the angry surf crashes upon the beach
sounds of mortal combat with shield and sword
it seems their victory is now within reach.
The sighted can see, all that can be seen.
In blindsight I feel, what all things can be.

The Oath

The Oath
The Oath

The Oath
by Hugh A Tague

They all took the oath
some were barley eighteen
protecting our nations shores
and all the people in between.

Defending an idea
our forefathers did foresee
the simple notion that
mankind is meant to be free.

The cost of freedom high
the ultimate price many paid
they all took the oath
their sacrifice, we honor today.

For those who have served
past, present and yet to come
because they all took the oath
to oppression, we will not succumb.

Autumn’s Sun

 

Photo by Hugh A Tague
Photo by Hugh A Tague

 

Autumn’s Sun
by Hugh A Tague

Autumn’s sun shines bright by day
warming the ground where fallen leaves lay.
As if Mother Nature had to sneeze
a strong wind blew the color from the trees.

Nighttime arrived with a clear star filled sky
sound asleep under a warm blanket we lie.
Jack Frost’s breath fell gently upon the ground
kissing the once green fields turning them brown.

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Journey For Life

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Journey For Life
by Hugh A Tague

Bursting forth from an earthbound pod
finding freedom in the late Autumn wind
adrift high above the mountain’s side
through treetops on currents of air it rides.

The winds deflected by the canopy of limbs
sending the little seed twisting and turning
the fluffy white flyer’s adventure now unsure
as it falls gently toward the forest floor.

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Star Gazing

Art by; Kathy Jurek
Art by; Kathy Jurek

Star Gazing

by Hugh A Tague

As I gaze throughout
the clear night sky
I dream of far away worlds
that are but a twinkle in my eye.

Could there be another out there
just like me?
Staring back at earth
through the planetary sea?

Is there another world
exactly like ours?
Do they dream of me
when they look upon the stars?

I may never know for sure
as we may not meet
Is there someone else out there?
Are they looking back at me?

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Forever Haunted

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Forever Haunted
by, Hugh A Tague

The blood red harvest moon shone through
the sparse Autumn treetops, chasing away
a fast moving thunderstorm. The cold
October wind blew down the quiet lane
making leaves dance, like spirits on the run.

A porch light set a warm glow on a jug of cider
placed next to a plate of candied apples.
A scarecrow stuffed with hay, stood sentry on the stoop
as a jack-o-lantern flickered the darkness
away from the walk.

Backlit by the streetlight, little witches, ghosts and goblins
cast elongated shadows. The sound of children laughing
echoed on the breeze, as they meandered up the street.

A ferocious storm shook the town many years ago.
Under the cover of darkness, a fugitive
slipped away from his confines.
Nothing that is good will come this night.
His vision clouded by evil, the escapee sped down the hill
like a runaway train, obliterating three very young trick-or-treaters, then crashing into the light pole, his life too ended just as swiftly as his victim’s.

The ground began to rumble as a powerful wind roared past,
and a wicked silence fell upon the lane. The moon’s light
washed the darkness away from the house
with the festive porch, revealing that it has actually
been long abandoned. The children had lived in that house.
Their parents unable to survive just feet away
from the place they perished, simply left,
never to return again.

All for a freedom that lasted but a splinter of time.
The killer’s soul now condemned to exist only in shadows,
tortured and twisted by the guilt of my sins,
yes my sins, it was me,
it was I who extinguished their lights
it was I, that ended their lives.

Every year since, on all hallows eve
I must look upon what I have done. I must relive it
over and over again. Because I have deprived
so many of so much, my spirit remains
infinitely restless.

My regret and sentence eternal,
by the shadows of that dark and evil Halloween night
I shall continue to be…
Forever Haunted.

Fall of The Sumac Phoenix

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Fall of The Sumac Phoenix
by Hugh A Tague

Helios’ sun no longer reigns supreme
as Autumn’s sky begins to cool and gray
Hephaestus loads his brush in nature’s forge
painting each of the bird’s feathers with fire
wings stretched, the sumac looks skyward
milkweed burst in puffs of white smoke
and the phoenix is consumed by winter
until Boreas’ takes his last frosty breath
with Spring’s gentle touch, comes resurrection.

Can You See What I See?

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Can You See What I See?

by  Hugh A Tague

I see Autumn’s brilliant colors are all but gone,
Summer’s sweet song has long been sung.
Short days followed by endless cold nights,
brown forest and fields are now Winter’s delight.

I see a bear walking about curious and free,
no more long Summer’s naps, in the shade of a tree.
She now searches for a safe and suitable den,
so her and her cubs, can sleep until Winter’s end.

I see squirrels abandon their tree-top penthouse suites,
storing nuts underground, or in the hollow of a tree.
Needing food aplenty, they will not sleep Winter away,
even on the snowiest days, the squirrels frolic and play.

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Just Turn Around

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Just Turn Around

 

by Hugh A Tague

Their form beckons to a past time and place
In the bright light time stops for not a soul
sunshine transformed into yesterday’s sight
memories and dreams cast in black and white.

Its all but lost now this style and grace
a seen played out witnessed to not one eye
her pleated dress his top hat so passé
silhouettes dance in shades of black and gray.

Shadows know not time nor respect of bounds
sashaying upon the wall with great mirth
her dress fluttered as if caught by the breeze
he took her hand her heart she gave to thee.

love faded into the storm’s dark abyss
as clouds slipped in front of the sun’s spot light
for no longer can they frolic and play
unwilling to see they just walk away.

Their form beckons to a past time and place
its all but lost now this style and grace
sunshine transformed into yesterday’s sight
memories and dreams cast in black and white.

they walk away
love and hope behind them
just turn around

(Free Rhyme Quatrain)
closed with a Codas in; (English Senyu 4-6-4)