Gutrumblings

By Charlie Cody

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 9, 2009
• ISBN: 9781469114460

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Copyright © 2009 by Charlie Cody.

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Contents

Footprints

ancient sololmness

wandering

awakening

Route 66

lay down

Ti jean

happy hour

Poetess

Soar

Crashing wave

the boxer’s dreamgirl

breaking heart

Mad Dog on the Horizon

Hungry Child

the last witnesses

cold grey dawn

Sailor’s farewell

pardon me

America

Keeping it Real

Pillars of Stone

leaves of autumn

long time coming

Wynton

The Duke

april 2nd

facing mortality

broken spirit

whistle in the night

rising tide

A Chance Meeting With God

Thanks a Million

the other mother’s day

Nine—Eleven

Main street

Trying to Make it with my Imagination

Chinatown dove

birthday thoughts

dreamt of you

Eartha

Christmas gift

what’s in a name?

A passing thought

where are the warriors now

Prayer for Teresa

Only in death

new years

Lonesome Hotel

(a blues)

earhair

travelin on

Going Postal

Poet’s Landing

Into the Last Frontier

Trying to publish my first book

A Woman I Once Knew

Into the Night

For My Folks

could it be - on a night like this

I was meant to find you here,

beneath the stars and moonlit sky

and tomorrow’s morning dew—

could it be I was meant to

find you here—

someone just like you …

Footprints

my thoughts, my words, are the footprints down the hiway of my soul…

   my gift to the spirit of us all

if you follow them, they may lead you down a mountain trial,

   through the snow of a stormy winter’s night . . .

across the grass covered dunes and down to the sandy beaches

   to the waters edge of my inner most desires,

or up on deck and onto the bow of the sailboat of life

      spinnaker full of wind

   sailing through the placid waters and white capped seas,

as we navigate through the trials and storms and on to the celebration

         of being alive…

only dropping anchor at twilight, to moor amongst the wonders, fears,

      and sorrows of our mere existence,

but wherever these footprints lead you, they are always walking towards

         tomorrow…

   stopping only occasionally,

            to pause,

                and reflect

across the vivid landscape of that millisecond in time

we call life . . .

then turn to continue down that endless hiway

towards the flickering flames of the womb

of a mother’s love, her heart pounding softly,

as she touches my soul, awakening me into this

beautiful, magnificent,

dream.

ancient sololmness

(the troubles)

ancient sololmness

blown through the pipes

of hallowed cause,

from pagans to clans

with rifles in hands,

drums pound the beat

of soldiers march through

through

the mud of time

where passioned men

died in cause

and haunted souls

still fight for

peace…

wandering

mumbling, stumbling, wandering through inevitable waking fog, dusting charred tops of ancient dreams

down the cobbled street waving road which haunted, meanders from nowhere else to elsewhere now

and back to here again somehow and dogwalk, dogtalk, while serpents slither through tiny crevice of buddha

singing smiles, god laughing madness through miles of epiphanies radiance of oneness now, till iceashen coals

of humanity’s bonfire glimmerglow, and sleepy street lamps whisper the way back home, to where pretty

paintface girls carry chinese teapot and baskets filled with cherub smiles trustful beers and forgotten

time-up from the hiphop huckleberry gardens to the dollhouse dreams of a

salty drunken sailor

whose double buckled bootheels clippity cloppity clop to the blackjack

brick smokestack thoughts of diesel burning night breathing alive in the diamond twinkle of the deepest

onyx twilight,