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Apples

by George Hoerner

i lie here and listen to the news
"age 16 and dead in Colorado
terrorist bomb kills 17 in Baghdad
6 dead in Canadian road disaster"
the halls of my mind
shudder at these messages
the fathomless beast mankind
seems free to lust and pillage
to walk the endless shores

fearful people watch across the water
while I pray for the future
when the sun will turn green
waves arrest the sandbars for getting in the way
music cries for instruments to return its freedom
doctors pay their patients for advice
congress is administered truth serum
before the latest round of hearings
and the rich walk the streets naked
asking the poor to take their money
lawyers ask to be locked away
in the name of justice

students lecture teachers
on what they really need to know
as politicians sit on corners begging for food
and generals pray that no one finds out

weeds tend to flower gardens
while apples scream to be bitten
the sun prays for thunderstorms

and i walk the streets looking
for the slightest sign of love

07/21/2005

Author's Note: this was posted previously on Pathetic.

Posted on 08/09/2007
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/26/07 at 03:52 PM

...george, i am glad for the re-post, i missed it before...it is descriptive of 'what could/maybe be' errrah, you know the doppleganger effect...a great write about what is NOT right...heavy!...peace, chaz

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 10/07/07 at 09:38 PM

amazing man. wow. a lot of my poems also end with something wandering the empty streets looking for something. good stuff.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/26/07 at 04:39 PM

But, George, apples DO scream to be bitten, don't they? This is the age of quarrel and chaos, and it will be as sad as every worsening news report until it isn't any longer. Love is rare. Thank you for writing it.

Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 12/08/07 at 03:33 AM

Powerful and well written.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/08 at 03:53 PM

powerful write, my friend. you show the world the way it is, not the way it is told us it is, and what better way to tolerate and sift your way through it, but to seek out love as your companion and your guide to show us the ways, the most of which would be lost, save there is love.

Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 09/20/08 at 01:50 PM

Oh this was so good! It had a rumble to it, like a train, then it fades and there's that beautiful ending. +fave!

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 02/21/09 at 03:32 AM

It echos corpses. But those who still need to speak. More than, actually. Well done.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/17/09 at 06:03 PM

Amazing poem to find with that title. The unexpected find is great for this poem, and the unexpected resolution too. The reversals and clarifications. Apple is a rich metaphor for life and for the blatant shocking truth.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/26/09 at 12:12 AM

oh man oh man oh man. What a poem! There is one line that actually brought a tear and an impulse to kneel. It was the turning point in your poem and for me... "while I pray for the future." Genius poem. Inspiring. Thanks for the gift, George.

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