Jason E. Hodges's Blog, page 7

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On My Watch

What is truly important
In this life?
We all
Should ask ourselves
This question
Each day
Yet
It seems for most of us
This question
Is seldom asked
And
Sometimes
Not asked at all!
For all of us
Our moments
Our opportunities
To do
What we really want
To do
Be who we really want
To be
Are running out!
Yes
Time ticks fast
Weather you waste it
Or
Not!
I see it
Day after day
In the faces
Of
People I encounter
Who have grown old
And
Impatient!
They become
Angry at the casher
Because they had to
Wait two minutes longer
Than...

Doorways

Think
How many doorways
We pass through
In a lifetime?
Some
We casually stroll
Through
Some
We race through
Because we’re running late
For work
Or
Some place 
We just have to be
To make this person
Or that person
Happy we attended
Their day of needing
Humans around them!
Yes
These doorways we deem
All so important!
We rush and go
To the trouble of always
Being on time  
But
There are some folks
Who would trade anything
For the troubles
We walk through each day
For theirs
Without hesitation! 
For
Their...

Comic, Dreams The Cat

Serpent Of Taillights

The line of traffic
This morning
Looks like
A serpent of taillights
Flowing like a Boa
On the shoulders
Of
Candy Darling
Or
A mink
Wrapped around Vivien Leigh 
Winding and twisting
Its way toward
Yet
Another day!
Some days are better
Than others
And
Some days
By all means
Are worse!
Yesterday was a day
I caught up on sleep
As a writer
A poet
You need these days
You have to step
Into dreamland
And
If only for a moment
Not hear the sink dripping
The phone ringing
The door knocking
No TV
No one walking past y...

The Melvins And The Van

In 1989
A friend and I
Went to see
The Melvins
Play in Gainesville FL
At
The Hardback Café
The underground was alive
And
Well
That night
Breathing in
And
Sweating out artistic energy!
A moving motion of music lovers
Mingled among
Moshers and Metalheads!  
A strong sense of community
Was in the air
Waves of sound
Washed over us
I could feel the music
Alive
Inside my chest
As the band played
It felt like
My lungs
Had filled with
Notes and tones
From the guitar
From the pounding drums
From voices singing
Int...

Tarnished In Time

The newness
The shininess
The absolute beauty
Of
That special someone
Or
That someone you encounter
Who you believe will be
Someone special
Will tarnish
As the days slip by
No matter
How much your eyes
Are pleased
With their outer shell
And
Your mind believes
All will be
The same as the day
You laid eyes on them
They will corrode!
Like a coin tossed in a
Fountain of wishes
End over end
Sinking to the bottom
In time
The breakdown will begin!
Nothing can stop this
Natural proses
Of
Corrosion
On the coin or on the b...

Layback

Bathing

Bathing in the silence
Of
Morning
Washing in
The cool air of spring
The birds
Will awake soon
But for now
All is quite!
Sometimes
I wonder
How the birds
Are still singing
At all?
For
The world
Is covered in hatred
Wars drag on
With no end in sight!
It seems
People have become
Numb to
The death and destruction
Of it all!
Sometimes
I wonder if the birds still sing
In these
War torn lands
Or
Do they sit silent
Waiting for it all to end?
Not much has changed
In my lifetime
Two days after my birth
Firehouses were turned...

My People

My people
Could have come straight
From
A Faulkner novel
The generations that came
Before me
Were rugged
Denim wearing folks
Logging timber out
Of
Florida’s backwater swamps
Making moonshine
In the Appalachian Foothills
Sitting up all night
With the dead
Before laying them to rest
In the sandy soil of small-town
Southern cemeteries
Shaded with cedars
And
Longleaf pines!
My people were  
Truck drivers
Farmers
Factory workers
War heroes
Parolees
And
Preachers
They doctored themselves
Because
They couldn’t...