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AHA On-line Books
2008

 

A FILM OF WORDS
Symbiotic Multi-genre Poetry

Jane Reichhold

Werner Reichhold

 

 
   

Table of Contents

Jane's works are in italic;
Werner's are in normal fonts.

Introduction

MESSAGES FROM MARS

ADDING 2 TO TWO

OPEN ME CAREFULLY

TWO WAYS ABOUT IT

MILLENNIUM MUSIC

HOW DARE THEY?

HOUSES OF THE HEART

WINDBLOWN AROMATIC HEIRS

HER HYMN

PRIZE POEM

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

A SUITCASE OF KANSAS

INTO MY HEART

AN OCEAN OF IDEAS

PUBIC CRIMES

BILL'S BILLS

GAMESTERS

SENIOR PICTURES

   

BILL’S BILLS

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I call aloud upon my Beloved,
who answers me from the Holy Hill.

I lie down and go to sleep;
I wake again because life sustains me.

I will not fear multitudes of people
even if they set themselves against me.

Rise up and set me free from the thoughts
of enemies striking my face or
the wicked breaking my teeth

Have pity on me when I am weak,
and heal me when my bones are racked.

Often my spirit shakes with terror;
"How long? Oh Lord, how long?"
                        Psalms 5

 

from afar seen under foot the sand
fall has found a hollow apple’s bedded seed
crossing the temperature between two darks

midnight chiffon with the not yet mended edges
licking hot air. A game bird finds my neck
on our get-together line the pole eliminated

the painter out for a caravan of synesthesia
showing about the limbic system getting hold of
invigilation through a brain wave’s tide   sapphire-blue

 

swelled in its juice
she has become her birth certificate
cooking fragments
woke me, hackles perpendicular
littered with calumets and kumquats

a shot of river
as they grow the white program
stripped to the waist
distractedly on black hair rose
the refusal to be passionate

 

the fluids trembling   with no stringed alphabet   in sight

on Indian time a blower’s wheeze sculptures the glass

more shine on tea   when orange peelings   sink into honey

sap bridges   a spider watches   moth aisles
dating   like the pivot in a verse   half-blind and longing
its first breath    teeth slightly open   our tiger baby

 

The throat can be an open grave;
when we flatter others with the tongue.

They will be found guilty and fall;
because of their nefarious schemes.

May I be delivered from such agonies
and be a blessing to my people.
                        Psalms 7

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