Sunday, July 31, 2011

BEWARE THE ONES THAT CALL YOU “DEAR”

("Karma's a bitch." - MY NAME IS EARL)

Beware the ones that call you "Dear"
and whisper Shakespeare in your ear.

They'll talk about you when your head is turned:
"A witch from Salem - to be burned."

They'll give you gifts because you're poor:
then steal your time and beg for more.

They'll praise with words not from the heart:
Because telling lies is such an art.

And when you dare to tell them "No."
A living Hell's the debt you'll owe.

Remember Iago - spreading lies:
like a tumor until someone dies.

Men in masks of painted gold:
Making sure the truth's untold.

And they whispered Shakespeare in your ear:
Beware the ones that call you "Dear."

Poem © 2009 by Dylan Mitchell

Friday, July 29, 2011

FOR ANOTHER MARY



If I seemed cold and casual
during our last minutes -
let me say I am sorry.

But I was already numb by the
news and the nails. So I took
the easy way out -

and did not bother to say what
mattered most: You wanted me
to live while so many wished for

my early death. And I could no
longer figure out the bad from
the good. But I still said my

prayers each night. And hoped
Jesus or Mother Mary might
prove the worldly ones

wrong. And you held my hand
during that dark journey
until the good news came.

And I will always love you for that.

Poem © 2011 by Dylan Mitchell