“Youth” typecast by Luke Austin Daugherty
Youth (A Poem Typecast)
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When I Finished My Slaughter- (A Poem Typecast)
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The Old Man on a Lonely Island (A Poem Typecast)
“The Old Man on a Lonely Island,” page 1 by Luke Austin Daugherty
“The Old Man on a Lonely Island,” page 2 by Luke Austin Daugherty
“Let Slip the Dogs of Peace” – An Anti-war Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty
“Let Slip the Dogs of Peace” – An Anti-war Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty copyright 2014
This poem is dedicated to all those suffering in the wars of the day and the hope for peaceful resolution. It is a play off the line by Shakespeare in Julius Caesar, “Cry, ‘Havoc!’ and let slip the dogs of war.” PLEASE share this poem peace loving friends! Perhaps the flutter of a butterfly’s wings here can have a great impact somewhere else in the world… Thanks, Luke
I Bless You My Fellow Man (A Poem Inspired By Good People)
I bless you my fellow man
With no blessing other than I can give
I bless you by none higher than myself
I pray no gods to show you favor
Nor implore devils to stay their hands from harming you
I bless you only by myself
Praying you find not my benison wanting or having fallen short
Nothing I have to offer but my temporal frame
Conscious mind
And good will
I hope it is enough
No reward to give but my own
Unremarkable though it may be
I have no eternity to offer
So I must present but my life and loyalty
No set destiny
We must find our own purpose together
And no promise from above
As we must be our own guarantee
Regarding the path to follow
The lines are not always drawn so straight
With Cartesian form
Or providing convenient demarcation
We will have to sort it out as we go
But, still I bless you
Copyright 2014- Luke Austin Daugherty- All Rights Reserved
On the Seventh Day and Every Day After…
The whole universe finished
Galaxies, stars, comets, and black holes
Along with the earth, animals, fish, birds, insects
One man and a woman from his rib
Not bad for a week if I do say so myself
The angels were quite impressed
But, everything I do impresses them
It gets kind of old if I’m being honest
Six days well spent
But now the anticlimax of day seven
And every day after
It’s only a matter of time until the two fall
And I have to fix it all
Well, in a way
They will think me merciful for cleaning up their mess
Thorns, thistles, sickness, and pain
Clothing them with skins once the curse comes
Even being willing to send my son in the long run
To save them from what I’ll do to them
If they don’t ask me to save them
It’s all hollow to me
The praise and the worship they shower on me
“God… thank you for your mercy! Thank you for forgiving us and fixing our broken state!
Thank you for cleansing our sin and delivering us from evil! We praise you, oh God!”
It isn’t that I don’t appreciate it
But what they never think about
As they contort their faces and prostrate themselves before me
Is that before they fucked it all up
I fucked it up first
I made the damn place to begin with
The universe, the world, and everything in it
Yeah, the players of the game went bad
But I made the game
And I set the rules
They were destined to fail
If anyone needs forgiveness
It’s me
The hell of it is
I can’t do a damn thing wrong
I’m God
Whatever I do is holy
Even if it isn’t
Here on the seventh day
The bow has been drawn back
And I shot the arrow
I know the whole script
I know how it all plays out
I won’t even enjoy watching the flick
Even though I could make myself infinite popcorn
And the angels will clap at every twist and turn of the plot
Looking at me in adoration
For being the greatest writer/director/actor of all time
It’s funny though
I know I’m all powerful
But since I already predestinated the whole thing
I wonder if I could change it now, even if I wanted to
I am actually afraid to try
So I will just let this wound spring play itself out for a few millennium
Like the greatest music box ever made
On this seventh day and every day after
If anything
I’ll just be bored
It won’t take long and just to pass the time I’ll be making wagers with Lucifer
On what Job will do when I let him be cursed and all he has stolen
With all his children killed
Just to be left with a nagging wife
And a few bitching friends
Still he will bless me
Even in his despair
Then, when all hope is lost, I’ll swoop down
In a whirlwind
And dazzle him with a bunch of questions he can’t answer
Like a magician impressing kids at a birthday party
Who’s just trying to make the rent and can’t wait to go home and get drunk
I’ll know the whole game before I even make the bet
But the devil doesn’t know that
Only I know every twist and turn
(Though it would be ironic if the Devil knew the script too
And just played along so he wouldn’t ruin it for me
Trying to earn his way back into my good graces)
Yet, for the sake of appearances
I’ll act surprised every now and then
People need dramatic tension
That “wondering what will happen”
It is the essence of their experience
But not mine
I’ve been around since Alpha
And will be here until Omega
Without a friend to tell my problems to
A bastard son with no father
No maker
No God to call my own
Just watching a spinning top
That will never come to a stop
God dammit
It’s already getting old
And I still have forever to go
On this seventh day
And every day after…
Copyright 2014 Luke Austin Daugherty
All Rights Reserved
Sweet Sixteen -A Poem for Angela on our Anniversary
Sweet Sixteen
Do you see the hope on our young faces
My love
As we embraced
A sweet sixteen years ago
Only days before we wed
Me in your arms
And you in mine
One of our perfect moments
I remember it perfectly
The feel of your shirt’s fabric in my left hand
How your hair smelled
The way your breast felt against my chest
As you made my heart beat faster
We knew not all that would come
Between that day and this
Not even the half of it
But we knew we would be living it together
I, who would be an instant father
Looked forward to calling your child my son
And of our four more children to come
Nothing was known of them then
Now to go even a day without their company seems a grave injustice
My dear wife
We have seen so many of love’s soldiers
Fall to the wayside
Injured or slain
During or journey
Yet, after 16 years
We abide
Stalwart and unified
Not only that
But expectant of what is to come
For better or worse
We are purposed
Still in love
And full of hope
As we celebrate our
Sweet Sixteen
The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover- Chapter Ten: Fallen Angel
The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover
Chapter Ten: Fallen Angel
And with this
Time stopped in the small community
While everyone who had bought a paper
(And believe me, that day everyone bought
A paper)
Caught their breath
On Simon’s way into town
Each passing car moved in slow motion
And every pedestrian’s glance
Was not a look of disgust
But of amazed confusion
Simon?
The town’s peculiar one?
Can a crooked, shuffling
Familiar stranger
Be the author of inspired words
And the true love
Of the fair Muriel?
Could he be the one
Who had cut his heart open
As with a knife
Before us all?
That day at the diner
Simon was not the ghost
Haunting the back-corner table
But the focus of everyone’s attention
And topic of their whispered conversation
As twelve o’clock drew nearer
Simon’s anticipation increased
And when the door opened
His heart almost ceased to beat
When for the first time
He allowed his eyes to meet Muriel’s
Between each blink
Eternity passed
Muriel felt Simon’s love
She felt peace
She felt whole
Then, as Peter taking his eyes off of the Lord
Sunk into the sea
With faith faltering,
Muriel looked upon the faces of the townsfolk
Feeling their judgment
And her faith in love being shaken
She walked back out the door
As she hurried down the sidewalk
She wept with disappointment
Not in her lover
But in herself
Her detached, offended spirit
Viewed her body from above
As God, beholding a fallen angel
While she sped away
Toward the far country
Simon sat at his formica covered
Back-corner table
For the last time
And wrote one more poem…
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-Copyright 2005 By: Luke Austin Daugherty -This work may not be reproduced in any form, digital, audio, or print, in part or in whole without the express, written consent of the author. It was originally published in a collection of original poetry called, “Love with Vengeance.”
The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover- Chapter Nine: Chronicle #3
The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover
Chapter Nine: Chronicle #3
Beloved Muriel
You are my only desire
I am your captive
Do with me as you wish
I will be revealed to you
Shroud not your eyes
But look full on
I wish not to be a spectacle
But a welcome revelation
Muriel my blessed flower
My stomach is in knots
Yet I will not be ruled by fear
For I believe in love
And I trust my lover’s heart
Be my answered prayer
My Muriel
My love
I am Simon
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-Copyright 2005 By: Luke Austin Daugherty -This work may not be reproduced in any form, digital, audio, or print, in part or in whole without the express, written consent of the author. It was originally published in a collection of original poetry called, “Love with Vengeance.”
The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover- Chapter Eight: Muriel’s Heart
The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover
Chapter Eight: Muriel’s Heart
As Muriel read the poem
She wept
And this moment brought a first for her
She believed for the first time
That true love was real
And her heart began to yearn
To know who her lover was
She made her way through the day
With every moment feeling like a lifetime
Each man she passed
Brought the same question
“Is this my love?”
With Simon’s words
The door to Muriel’s heart
Had been unlocked
That day when Simon saw her
He saw a woman in love
But she didn’t know who with
At one moment she giggled to herself
The next she was almost in tears
Simon was now resolved…
He would be revealed
To his love
And it would be for Muriel
To slay or bring him to life
When he left the diner after lunch
He walked straight to the Town Chronicle
And personally delivered the letter
The whole walk home
And the rest of the day
Simon did nothing
But hope against hope
And as he slept
He saw Muriel in his dreams
The following day’s paper
Had his poem on the front page
-Thank you for reading this story! If you would like to have and read the entire poetry book that the story is from, please click either of the links below. It is available on Kindle and Nook. If you would like a print copy, please message me directly.
*This is chapter eight of twelve. The following chapters will continue to be published daily until the entire story is online. Please subscribe to this blog for notifications.
-Copyright 2005 By: Luke Austin Daugherty -This work may not be reproduced in any form, digital, audio, or print, in part or in whole without the express, written consent of the author. It was originally published in a collection of original poetry called, “Love with Vengeance.”
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