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14 Jul 2016
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The War of the Worlds


Lines were crossed by renegade birds
twisting and shouting above the treetops
discovering yet another metropolis

Zeroing in from ground-level positions
superheroes rise between glass skyscrapers
bullets ricocheting like laser beams

There’s little room for science fiction
not when attempting to rescue a planet
speeding headlong toward self-destruction

The invasion has always come from within
often mistaken as unidentified aliens
navigating the most sophisticated machinery


july two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Aliens, Poetry, War Poems and tagged , ,
11 Jul 2016
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the first order of the second kind


abstract thoughts often lead
to concrete ideas
like barefoot ghost monks
chanting along crushed limestone

hundreds march in the woods
single file along
skyscraper-like trees
bending and moaning and hurt

pink skies become cloudy
marshmallow bruises
falling to the ground
covering all things living

ghost monks become crickets
beating back the dead
chanting toward a light
giving breath a second chance


july two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
10 Jul 2016
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in the land of free-for-alls and firearms


summer’s promise has been smashed into
irreparable pieces
swept into the gutter along with man’s mortal sins
unable to be washed away
even by torrential rains

the pursuit of happiness is just a dying thought
riddled with contradictions

kings clench their fists and promise
real change will come
but the people in the streets shake their heads
weeping for the dead with brooms in hand

that all men are created equal they know
to be untrue
as are the history books justifying
the massacre of native peoples
and the legality of human slavery

oh America why have thou failed so many
foolishly feeding
the machine of mass destruction
your people afraid to leave their homes
a people starving for peace and love
and understanding
unconcerned with hollow words
on an idle document


july two thousand sixteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry, War Poems and tagged , , , ,
09 Jul 2016
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a volte la vedo

My poem entitled “somtimes I see her” translated into Italian & recited by Loredana Donovan

c’è questa bellezza
dentro di te
che esiste in segreto
dietro l’artificialità
delle tue abitudini quotidiane

questa bellezza dentro di te
parla con me
nei miei sogni viventi
mi permette di capire
è soffocata sotto
la tua pelle colorata

questa bellezza che è tua
muore per farsi notare
e così tu continui
a graffiare la superficie
sperando di trovarla



Please visit Loredana’s lovely poetry @ Magic of Words

View the original American English version by clicking here


july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters & loredana donovan
all rights reserved

Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,
07 Jul 2016

two steps back


it was like a dream
there was concrete and many
shades of blue
I was trying to free myself
from a predicament
that had nothing to do with you

and so I crawled away
while you sailed interstellar space
not even bothering to write
(even when you had the time)
your vibe slowly fading
like a september sunflower

it was only a matter of time
before I caught up to you
(is what I kept telling myself)
but then I was yanked away
(yet again) by a jealous entity
determined to rattle
the coins out my pocket
and send me back two steps
to see where I went wrong


july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Posted in Dreams, Poetry and tagged , , , | Leave a comment
06 Jul 2016
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violent was the well lit night


shots were fired overnight
like thunder and lightning
and then the rains fell
two point seven inches in all

young man staggers in
and out of shadows
low-beam street lamp
revealing bullet proof vest

sirens and flashing lights
blend in with nature
weaving through alleys
baby glocks and berettas
systematically revolving around
unrecycled neighborhoods

lights flicker off and on
frightened eyes peeking
through shadeless windows
chalk outlines on sidewalks
washed away before
cleaning crews ever arrive


july two thousand sixteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , , ,
05 Jul 2016
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fallande med mörker

My original poem translated into Swedish & recited by Björn Rudberg

hon steg ombord
ett tåg i filadelfia
en röd paisley schal
i harmoni med hennes smaragdögon
täckte hennes rödbruna hår
i hennes vänstra hand en matchande väska
och i den högra en enkelbiljett

strosande från vagn till vagn
svävade hon liksom luftburen
då och då betraktandes
en ledig fönsterplats
hennes ögon sökte uppåt
den silvriga nymånen
jagandes middagssolen

omkring nittio minuter senare
fann hon sig sjäv förflyttad
till utanför ocean city
förlorad i en åskådarmassa
nästan hysteriskt skrattande
medan de långsamt
uppslukades i kolmörker



If you haven’t done so already please visit Björn’s poetry blog @ brudberg.me

View the original English version by clicking here


july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters & björn rudberg
all rights reserved

Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
03 Jul 2016
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down with the darkness


she boarded a passenger
train in philadelphia
red paisley scarf
complementing her emerald eyes
and covering her auburn hair
matching bag in left hand
one-way ticket in right

strolling from car to car
she drifted as if on air
pausing occasionally at an
unoccupied window seat
darting her eyes upward
at the silvery new moon
chasing the midday sun

some ninety minutes later
she found herself transported
outside ocean city
lost in a sea of spectators
cheering nearly hysterically
as they slowly become
engulfed in total darkness


july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
02 Jul 2016
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delayed due to rain


we thought we’d stay awhile
and savor the moment
but then the rains came

I grabbed your hand
and we fled as fast as our
legs could possibly go

once under the bridge
we calmed our breathing
holding each other for dear life

dreaming on a bed of rock
your beating heart
kept perfect time with mine


july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Posted in Dreams, Poetry and tagged , , ,
30 Jun 2016
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slowing down this world of mine


she didn’t feel like putting on a party dress
didn’t feel like wearing a smile
no she only felt like kicking off her shoes
and putting her legs up in the far corner

the lowly lit lounge murmured with music
spoken words mingling into a single buzz
a certain mood magically created
using black lights and easy feelings

the server briskly returned with her order
nonchalantly placing a bar napkin
and half-filled glass of sonoma chardonnay
atop the table next to the plush ottoman

three doors down the show kept going on
and she relaxed her eyes
breathing shallowly
pretending nobody wondered where she was
imagining she was anything but visible


june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Posted in Poetry and tagged ,
28 Jun 2016
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ninety-nine years of war


it was child’s play that started it all
ninety-nine air balloons
set sail over the forbidden wall

though times have changed
war machines remain relatively the same
well maintained by treasury chests
and greased by generals trained
to always shoot first

those balloons sailing high
appearing innocently in the sky
disappear systematically one by one
or two by two
or four by four
or so on and so forth




inspired by the song 99 Luftballons by the German band Nena from their 1983 self-titled album


june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Posted in Poetry, War Poems and tagged ,
27 Jun 2016
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home on a monday


it’s after eight o’clock
and you’ve yet to call
my mind drifting
heart barely beating

the weekend it seems
never really existed
was merely reality
wrapped in a dream

all the miles recorded
by air and land and sea
play back repeatedly
like a silent movie

perhaps I forgot to say
I’ll be home by monday
or perhaps never said
exactly where I’d be


june two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Dreams, Poetry and tagged , , ,
26 Jun 2016
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the stillness of the heat


motionless wind chimes hang from
shepherd’s hook
a goldfinch silently perched
drenched in the spell of the summer sun

it matters not the time of day
minutes lasting hours
perhaps drifting backwards
fading shadows exposing wilted petals

the stillness of the heat lingers
unnecessarily
perfectly fixed like a photograph
beads of sweat forming on every pore


june two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , ,
24 Jun 2016
4 Comments

the next chapter


you never know when you’re going
to get that call
lifting you off the ground
and forcing you to your knees

you rehearsed it inside your head
so many times
but none of that matters
since you’ve become paralyzed

it all begins on sacred ground
you tell yourself
your world picking up speed
rising to the occasion

underneath the surface you see
mere memories
sealed inside spacious box
sand blasted and pulverized


june two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
22 Jun 2016
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on the eighth day of a thirteen day binge


I received an email they found my relative
mentioned in a memorial on the
eighth day of a thirteen day binge

the eighth day was significant because
that was the day god started to party
like it was nineteen ninety-something

I remember it well
reciting bukowski into a microphone
that had no power
all the bright blinking eyes before me
snapping their fingers like
there was no tomorrow

I was surprised to find my enunciation
was quite impeccable
and I poured another glass of wine
and took another hit of hash under glass

how we flipped into the next century
is a matter of general relativity
but in the meantime these nonstop
memorials keep hitting
my stressed out inbox
methodically filling it to the limit


june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,
21 Jun 2016
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waiting to be born again


she bent over and whispered into my ear
and I heard every single word she said
but I did not move and barely breathed

it was as if I was trapped in a daydream
and every single person I ever knew
walked past me as I lay dying

there was so much work left to be done
unfinished landscapes and hidden rainbows
manicures and photographs
dusty bookshelves and unlit candles

holograms and talismans dangled before me
like a mobile swaying above a bassinet
and then I realized this was not a dream
but rather I was being drawn
back inside of her


june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,

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