The Moya View

Category: poetry

  • Our Seven Year Sonnet

    Our Seven Year Sonnet

    Seven years married yet eight sonnets come In this strange arithmetic God gives more Than the eight minus one in man’s kingdom. Seven heaven is plus more in His Swore.  – It is not necessary to believe in me And me to believe in you true and just, But if we are to really truly…

  • The Serpent in the Manger Straw

    The Serpent in the Manger Straw

    The Serpent in the Manger Straw   I spit on thee Oh Son of God and Man who tries to wash clean my dark throne. – I caused man to fall, with the bite of a simple fruit, the core decaying every soul. – Think You can save them from ME? – The world was…

  • Sonnet For My Two Good Little Boys Passed On

    Sonnet For My Two Good Little Boys Passed On

    Marvin was a scruffy ball of black puff With two beady eyes that cried out for love. Even when he bit, he wasn’t that rough All he wanted was to play and be shoved.  – Shakey and he would play for hours all day For months two frenzied puppies on a crush Until Shakey grew…

  • The New Flood: A Poem

    The New Flood: A Poem

    Only snakes never cry when the old skin dies and falls away So cry, cry until the pain, the anger and all the misery is shed In the baptism— – Cry until there is nothing left but hope and love, Because they are anchored in the heart and soul And thus beyond the flood. –…

  • The Gift: A Poem

    The Gift: A Poem

    THE GIFT On the last day before the flight I kissed you softly,  Made love to you gently.  – The whole world seemed Such a fragile thing  And I didn’t want it to break. – The air was crystal, the earth clay My heart was  Diamonds and dust. – On the Sunday of the flight …

  • Father’s Day: A Poem

    Father’s Day: A Poem

    Birthdays are the only holidays where everyone celebrates the one thing that your mother got right and your father half right. Fathers spend the rest of their days trying to catch up with that perfection mothers achieved on the day of your birth. They manage to get it sort of perfect towards the last quarter…

  • Moms Save: A Poem

    Moms Save: A Poem

    When Jesus won’t Moms save. When Jesus won’t Moms forgive. When Jesus won’t Moms will walk through hell For their children. When you make It to heaven, Don’t thank Jesus, Thank your mom.

  • Unbearable Pains: A Prose Poem

    Unbearable Pains: A Prose Poem

    Anesthesiologists and neurologists acknowledge five kinds of unbearable pains: Trigeminal neuralgia is the facial pain that comes with toothaches, The accumulated trauma of grinding on lost hopes turned to bone, The horror of a bullet in the eye, An unremovable moat floating beyond the grasp of forceps and forgiveness, The tingle of skin at the…