Showing posts with label modern poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label modern poets. Show all posts

Saturday, April 1, 2017

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 they believed

They needed to!

I can only think

By

Their behavior

They know

The end is near

And

They have most likely

Wasted their time

In this world!

They have not done

The things they really

Wanted to do

In this life!

They have not taken

A chance on a dream!

At some point

They should have asked

Themselves

What was truly important

To them?

I see it in the rich too

All the money in the world

And

Never truly happy!

Money means little

In the end!

I’ve done

Countless labor jobs

The owners come out

To inspect the progress

It’s almost

Always the same

Wedding rings

Turned upside-down

On their finger

Afraid to showoff

Their sparkling diamond

To

The dirty laborer

Me!

I can only think

All that wealth

Has done nothing

But

Buy you fear of your

Fellow human being!

They want so badly

To be remembered as a pillar

In the community

Not realizing they are

Remembered more

By the people

They walked on

To become wealthy

The people that sold

Their best years to them

For minimum wage

Used up their bodies

To put food on

Their family’s table

All while the Pharaoh

Counts his gold!






Saturday, February 4, 2017

Fentanyl


I saw a women

Yesterday

Running naked

Across a hotel balcony

High as a kite

She was

Or

Seemed to be

I don’t think Fentanyl

Was to blame

But

She was on something!

Drugs are everywhere

These days

And

Fentanyl

Or

As it’s known on the street

China White

Is

Fast becoming

An epidemic!  

Like Tetanus

Hidden within

The

Poison dart

Rust covered nail

That scratches you

Fentanyl is hidden

Within street smack!

Brown Dope

Now has

This unseen punch

Of

Pure poisoned pleasure!

It’s killing the ones

That choose

To spike their arms

With a needle

And

Push down the plunger

Moms

Dads

Boys and girls 

Age

Wealth

Sex

Race

Poverty or providence

It kills indiscriminately!  

And

When an addict drops dead

All the others

Are draw to that batch

Like night bugs swarming

A streetlight

Believing if they survive

It will be the best high yet 

So

If you kiss China’s lips

It might be your

Last kiss

Kissing this life

Goodbye!  


From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

New Book : Your Words Will Sharpen


To start out with the dream of becoming a writer or poet in 1989 was to start out in a land of obscurity and rejection. You stood very little chance of being read by anyone, much less read by many. Now, twenty-six years later, Jason E. Hodges has been published by sixteen different publications, and had over one hundred and ten thousand page views on his blog, The Dirt Worker’s Journal. His fourth book, Your Words Will Sharpen, is an in-depth look into Hodges’ world through the eyes of poetry and prose. You see the people he encounters on the streets of his hometown, Gainesville, Florida, and on walks along Matanzas Bay in the old sandy city of St. Augustine. He takes you through life in the factories, the carwashes, and the jobs that bring on old age with speed. All of his daily encounters, along with icons of pop culture, blend together beautifully in this book to reflect the thoughts and memories of this modern poet. Your Words Will Sharpen is a fearless gaze into one’s self teetering on the line between sanity and truth.