Sun Poet’s Society 20th Anniversary

If you’re interested in attending, organizing, planning, etc., please email me at rodcarlosstryker@yahoo.com. Hope to see you next year here in San Antonio, Texas.

Twilight Nightmares

 
 
I can
learn to
turn off
history
and drown out
that cacophony
of a future
feverishly
dreamt of,
casting off blankets
as guilty pleasures
patterned amidst
twilight’s mercy.
 
I’m not asking
for these nightmares,
they just come naturally,
past the animal cries
that have made
my throat raw
and tongue purple.
 
And if you happen to witness
this usual
contortioned display
of my sanity
by present day betrayals
and off hand rejections,
you might
just hear a whispered warning,
“they’re coming…for you.”
Run…run.

by
Rod C. Stryker

A slightly darker poem. Hope you like it.

Lamb’s Blood

Father’s of America,
give your children to the war effort,

like Abraham ready to
sacrifice his only son,

lambs sheared and wrapped
as presents
to the butcher,

a slaughterhouse for freedom
enticed by
being an army of one

or signing up for the toughest
job you’ll ever love,

and as the line stretches
around the corner,
we can’t
be bothered by the screams
heard half-way ‘round the world,

of innocent families
caught up
in conflicts over there

justified by the mother-of-all
catch phrases….
“9-11”

yes the carnage will be televised
but the bodies will

be hidden…for the sake of our
morality…dictated and changed
on a daily basis.

Anyone for sacrificial steak?

by
Rod C. Stryker

This was written a few years back but is still very relevant today, unfortunately.