Poetry: Selections From Douglas G. Cala
Quicksand
Sinking, submerging in residual
darkness Severed from atmospheric light
These bones carry great plight.
Plot thickens, harsh realities not always
promising renewed tomorrows
Another breath, another sigh,
recoiled release
Restless toes curl from too many sleepless nights
Weaving in and out of wakefulness, your face
blanketing my dreams even though
you no longer darken my door
Hedged bets against a losing hand,
Cherished every part of you, every
interaction, no misstep Yet, despite
best intentions grandfather’s clock
gong whooshes me out of my love stupor
Face-planting on a bed of broken reality
Deferred dreams deafening, atom splits,
separates from nucleus Now, it exists as
an organism without a guidance system
Momentous occasions grind to a halt,
Melody from your well-formed lips
cease their serenade Wounds from prior
battles produce scar tissue Scalpel that was
once used to suture now cuts through
emaciated flesh that breaks with
ease of slight penetration
Quicksand circumvents,
Creating its own reflective,
crystal dungeon
Waged Within
I scoured the darkness of the predawn night.
Where critters and creatures’ mate and multiply.
Predators are perched on rooftops, zeroing in on potential targets.
They laugh, they cry, they scurry about in droves unified in a singular mission of survival.
The beginnings of this journey were full of unprecedented pratfalls like taking reluctant steps on
hot coals.
Time slips away from all of them.
They say that humankind revels in folly.
Hope dangles in the balance.
A bargaining chip for a life lived solely in the shadows.
Let us embrace one another for the common good.
Put down those brass knuckles.
For some wars are waged within.
In the Heat of the City
(Published in Soup Can Magazine (July 2023))
Dizzying delirium,
Decorated decadence
diminishes depth,
Trespass on the tight walk,
Teetering on the brink,
the rope extends
Treble in the baritone
Test of patience, cognizance,
relation to relation
People pile into train cars,
eye contact negligible
Technology tightening its noose
Choking, choking, choking, cough, cough, crash!
Coffee spills on freshly pampered shoes
Polished to perceived perfection
The press shirts adorning businessman belie status
Crystal-coated watches flash refracting light
Bouncing off eyeglasses scanning digital pages
Digging deep, troves of information infuse brains
Knowledge nervously gained, pressure cooker of time
Few age like fine wines,
salt and pepper follicles
can indicate distinguish,
Death dawns dutifully,
dynamite match set
Trailblazers
Forge ahead in the fire of your wisdom,
For one can be a part of the greater kingdom,
Iambic pentameter taught in the classroom
Shakespearean soliloquy recited in the bedroom
Internal battles fought, waged on turfs without
Nerf guns. Instead, slingin’ puns, puns and more puns,
wordplay exacting, reactive Chemistry set explodes,
beakers and test tubes excite experimentation
Students, maestros of their own destinies,
a no to standardization, a yes to aug-mentation
A yes to the wildfire of ideas, a no to the digital noose
that constricts its hold on an unsuspecting populace,
necklaces glimmer in the starlight
First sign of life we see tonight,
distant planets in the moon glow,
a magnificent spectacle, examine
with your monocle, science
not put on a pedestal
The holy holy chants
of Ginsberg, the talk
of hipsterdom as normalcy,
a movement away from truancy,
kids not locked up but plugged in,
their minds a waste-land of the residue
of Twitter feeds, A yes to synergy and
synchronization, a yes to dovetailing interest,
bisecting the heart, its atria pump, pump like
the dancers who sway in interpretative
strut for King Tut would be resurrected
Beat poets yell from rooftops, Rastafarians
with beat boxes cordon off sidewalks producing
palpable parties that hum with electricity, elasticity,
step in with geometry Guests ping pong into one
another forging connection, scent detection, aromas
in the air from baked pies drown out the smell of
rain slicked city streets. Thumbs up go the critics,
the groundswell, thumbs down goes the audience,
ideology asymmetrical, some ideas detestable,
open hearts desirable. A yes to synthesis of thought,
Prometheus took the fire but had his regrets, making
bets against the Gods and losing, Zeus angry, exacting
his will on the denizens of Earth, a dearth of mirth
An article goes to press during recess and a ship
capsizes nearby, one action bleeding into another,
don’t put a muzzle over conviction, diction always
rules the day, a fiction to dream otherwise
Away with the manifestation of strife
Forge ahead in the wildfires of your life
Clash of Titans
(Published in New Generation Beats 2023 (National Beat Poetry Foundation))
Berserker rage blooms,
Like gladiators in a tireless
sphere fight swinging archaic
but powerful weaponry
Berserker rage blooms,
Battle scars worn
by everyone even
if unseen
Testaments of survival,
sure-headed decisions made
A person - everywhere and nowhere
simultaneously Mighty men fall every day,
Susceptible to poisonous logic that’s damning
civilization. Warbirds, tactical drones, not the answer
Laying waste to innocence, civilian casualty
on the uptick For pointedly precise
power plays pack punches
Fates decided with the immediacy of a swift gavel
Lock him away! Lock him away!
Strait jackets aren’t enough to contain turbulent minds
As one-sided adjudicators think mental illness a myth
Fare-beaters jump turnstiles with reckless abandon,
Inflation prices suffocate the impoverished
Derelicts misplaced in a broken system
Citywide mayors’ crackdown on homelessness
For berserker rage still blooms
In communities
In nations as kids
witness their parents
flogged for indiscretions
Strife that predates their lifetimes
with trivialities enmeshing
Therapy sessions on mute
Poet as prophet
Poet as philosopher
Poet as ideological disperser
Poet as pedagogue
Poets as resistance fighters
Poets as activists
Poets as revolutionaries
Poets as being held responsible for new ages
The solidification of axioms
Bandages come off
for there are now
no wounds
Douglas G. Cala is a spoken word performance poet, editor, essayist, and multimedia/IT specialist from New York City. He has been published in a wide range of anthologies and print journals both nationally and internationally. When not writing and reciting, Douglas works full time for NYC Public Schools’ Division of Instructional Information Technology as an IT Support Specialist. You may learn more about him and his work by visiting his Poets & Writers directory profile.
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