Tell Them To Wait – N. E. Skull

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This poem was inspired by the men known as the West Memphis Three. Though opinions are divided, I strongly believe that these men were wrongly convicted, even if solely on the basis of a lack of conclusive evidence. The grace with which they carried themselves throughout their incarceration is a constant inspiration to me and I carry their story in my heart every single day.
Just one wrong conviction is too many. Today, thousands of innocent people sit in prison cells all over the world while they wait for justice that may never come.

Don’t let the flowers bloom while I’m gone –
Tell them to wait; I’ll be back before long.
Don’t let the daisies flood the front lawn –
Tell them to wait; I’ll be back before long.

Don’t let the sun rise and redden your skin –
Tell it to wait; I’ll be back before then.
Don’t let the water invite to you swim –
Tell it to wait; I’ll be back before then.

Don’t let the leaves fall and strip the trees bare –
Tell them to wait because I’m nearly there.
Don’t let the heavens breathe down crisper air –
Tell them to wait because I’m nearly there.

Don’t let the snow turn the sky a dark grey –
Tell it to wait; I’ll be home any day.
Don’t let the hummingbirds fly far away –
Tell them to wait; I’ll be home any day.

Don’t let the flowers bloom while I’m gone –
Tell them to wait; I’ll be back before long.

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Getting Lost – N. E. Skull

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Mossy trails kissed with dew in misty morning air,

Higher up, the grass, like glass, cracks ‘neath travellers’ footwear,

But underneath your feet you’ll see no footprints left behind –

This is not the kind of place for other travellers to find.

 

The only way to find it is to get lost on the way.

You’ll never find it twice so please enjoy your stay.

When the journey seems fruitless and your ears are cold and sore,

Know you’ll find your resting place in just a few miles more.

 

Gather kindling for a fire, rest your head beneath the stars

Remember that the whole sky isn’t yours or mine – it’s ours.

Find solace in remembering that borders are man-made

There’ll be no fences near you when the night begins to fade.

 

Take these words, write them down, tear them up, forget them.

They’re already in your heart and they will guide you if you let them.

Stretch and yawn and greet the dawn with eagerness and grit,

Just close your eyes, spin around, open them – and sprint.

Hands – N. E. Skull

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If I had no hand to hold yours with,

I’d link arms with you instead.

If I had no arms to link with yours,

I’d kiss you twice the more.

If I had no lips to kiss yours with,

I’d wink at you like they used to do

In old black and white films, when

Every man was a gentleman,

Every woman was passionate,

And every love lasted forever.

Sometimes.

 

But I do have lips

And I do have arms

And I do have hands

And I will wear them all out on you.

Pets – N. E. Skull (Children’s Poetry)

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My mother says she can’t stand cats,
My father can’t stand dogs.
My brother hates the smell of fish,
And Gramps doesn’t like frogs.

My sister’s scared of hamsters
And my cousins don’t like lizards.
My aunt says you can only
Own an owl if you’re a wizard.

It isn’t fair! It’s not my fault!
What am I supposed to do?
When I grow up I’ll pack my bags
And buy myself a zoo.

If I Had Something To Write About – N. E. Skull

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If I had something to write about I would have something to write about and I would write about that something until I had nothing more to write about it. Unfortunately, I have nothing to write about so instead I have to write about the unfortunate situation of not having anything to write about. It is really rather unfortunate.

If I had something to write about I would write about how it looked and how it smelled and how it felt. I would write about how it looked like it might smell, how it smelled like it might feel, how it felt like how it looked. Or perhaps how it didn’t.

 

If I had something to write about I would write about where it came from and where it was going. I would write about where it wanted to go and where it wished it had never gone. Where it wants to stay. Where it calls home. Where it misses.

 

If I had something to write about I would write about its nicknames, surnames and first names. Middles names, confirmation names and fake names. Pet names, maiden names and pen names. The names it used to be called in school. The name it always gets called accidentally, and how it hates being called that.

 

If I had something to write about I would write about its struggles. I would guide it through the struggles it has not yet been faced with. I would let it know it’s not alone, even when it is. Especially when it is. I would let it soliloquise its most secret secrets, pretending not to listen so it would be as honest as it could be.

 

If I had something to write about I would write about who it was avoiding. I would write about who it wanted to see. I would write about its adolescence and all the awkward encounters that came with it. I would write about its first love and its last love, but I would leave out the loves in between. (All love stories are the same when they’re not your own.)

 

If I had something to write about I would probably not write any of this. Maybe I would just write the important parts. It would all be important, but I would keep some of it just for me.

But I have nothing to write about.