Celestial Sound 

The thrumming of tires on the street

The chirping of birds in summer skies

Heaven’s rhythm, tapping feet

Watery hymns flowing from my eyes
Wa-thump beating in my chest

To the music of the spheres 

Unstruck chord will never rest

Silver bells tinkle in astral ears
Roaring drums and thundering gongs

A plaintive flute, soft and low

Listen, listen to Love’s songs

Celestial hums, like a river, flow

2016 Cronin Detzz 

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Cracked Phone

My battery is dead
My earbuds are tangled
My screen is cracked
My hope is mangled

My oven is just an ember
Freezer door is frozen shut
Like a needle on a record
Stuck in a spiraling rut

It’s an election year
Promises poured into my ear
They live on another planet
And anyway I can’t hear

I kicked depression out
A long time ago
She stalks me like a viper
With a sad afterglow

Cataracts form black holes
Yet I see crispness anyway
Only by the grace of God & Red Bull
Do I rise to battle another day
2016 Cronin Detzz

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Pinesol Warrior

Between the dark matter of nothing
and the supreme light of God
a pile of dishes must be washed

One soul cries from a pit of despair
another soul cries from the glory of heaven
and I fold a pile of laundry

I wish to be neither and I wish to be everything
I wish to merge into the sublime bliss of love
but a hiccup brings me to now and I sweep the floor

Wondering why enlightenment requires the mundane

Why my journey requires toothaches and dust bunnies

I’m an odd kind of spiritual soldier who battles toothpaste spray on mirrors
Who travels to exotic places like grocery stores
Slaying the beasts with ironing boards of justice
Dousing the evil with Pinesol
Victorious in the daily battles, struggling in the nightly meditations between the sublime and the ridiculous
– Cronin Detzz

THE DARK SIDE OF RED

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What if I gave in to the dark side of red
And cried the frustrated tears previously bled
Darkness unknowing
Is pain worth showing?

What if I held the ruby of anxiety in my palm
And in shedding my desperation, welcomed the calm
Anger is not a friend
This tango must end

I can’t help but blame The Red
The root of the spine is generously fed
Life lessons learned
The Red is now burned

I graduate today from maiden to crone
Taking the leap the kundalini has shown
Spiraling up a rainbow above
Crushing the anger and embracing the love
– Cronin Detzz

Amazing Florida Path: In Pictures

Today’s walk was certainly eventful!  Halfway through the walk, I began to wonder if I could summon certain creatures to me.  It actually worked! Enjoy a bit of prose and some amazing photos of nature in Southwest Florida. – Cronin Detzz
the path I walk is lonely
flotsam of brown leaves
no humans to chat with

2015ThePath

 

the things of my community:
campfires, bottles of bubbly drink
are foreign to these creatures

2015 Heron

we talk along the path
but it is only one-way listening
hearing the woodpecker rattle a tree
my light footfalls echo a tempo

“Alert!” cries the mockingbird
“Go away!” chitters the squirrel

2015 Squirrel

 

dragonfly wings hum of days of dragons
red-shouldered hawk laughs

2015 Hawk

pausing at the cypress knees

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a gator salutes me
and slips onto the drink

2015 Gator
a lizard does his push ups
and a grackle spears him for lunch

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a cloud rolls, thunder tolls

2015 Pond and Sky

seventh inning stretch
and it’s cardinal=1, blue jays=0

2015 Cardinal 2015 Blue Jay vignette

the frog chides
the snake hides

2015 SnakeGrass
the turtle plops
a useless fence flops

2015 Useless Fence

 

ferns hosted in a palm tree
would they host me?

2015 PalmFerns

a lazy “s” stands alone
fairies call this home

2015 Fairie Circle

 

so alone I’ll be
just the path and me

-Cronin Detzz

GETTING YOUR POEM ACCEPTED BY A LITERARY PRESS

Your family, friends, reading groups, writer’s circles all love your poetry. Why is it so difficult to get your work accepted by a literary press?

Great poets know that the first three or four lines require a hook.

Part of the problem is that literature works are art, and therefore, subjective. I have been writing for so long that I know I have a feel for what it takes to write a stellar poem; and yes, many of my poems are not stellar in the public’s view. I know that. But I wrote them out of the earnest desire to express a view. I do have a folder of unpublished poems – I cannot let go of the creative ideas birthed within those writings, but I cannot publish them, either. They are not very good. Most of them were written when my vocabulary and skills were nascent.
Black Velvet with Diamonds
What I do when submitting poetry to contests or literary presses: I choose the poems that have the best “hook.” Writers know that novels require a hook – great poets know that the first three or four lines also require a hook.

I’m happy to report that this poem, “Black Velvet with Diamonds,” will be published in “Poetry Quarterly.” As any poet can attest, it is a great feeling to know that someone else liked your poem enough to feature it in their journal. The poem came to me as I was sitting in my back yard one night, admiring the clear view of the desert sky (I live in Las Vegas, Nevada). I began to wonder why God would create this view, and penned:

BLACK VELVET WITH DIAMONDS
The rained pummeled His roof
for days and days
When the leaden clouds parted
He was lifted from His haze

So He built an impossibly long table
draped it with black velvet
and littered it with diamonds

The newborn twinkling stars
surely never shown so bright
The nascent moon
surely never looked so kind
as they did on that first cloudless night

God reclined on his couch, satisfied
took a nap
and dreamed up man
to be a willing audience,
to appreciate His nocturnal nativity

To submit your work in “Poetry Quarterly,” follow the guidelines on their website: http://poetryquarterly.com/

Which poems of your own have the best hook?

Good luck! Keep writing & keep sharing – Cronin Detzz

POEM: EASTER’S RISING

He is not rising

Because he never fell

He gave us everlasting thirst

So that we drink from The Well

 

He gives us hot sunshine

To appreciate the rain

He gives us religious pillows of comfort

For all our worldly pain

 

The spear of Longinus

Did not kill The King

When we finally surrender to His Will

We lose our egos and receive everything

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