"Epiphany"

 "Epiphany"

Greg Budig 2022

The Epiphany

was violated.

A sacred day defiled 

by ignorance and lies. 

A lost revelation.

A corrupted revolution

full of misinformation.

Repeating the lie 

enough to convince 

the weak minded. 

How did ignorance 

become so deeply rooted. 

Generations of race 

privilege inbred 

with mistrust.

Immigrant people 

forgetting where 

they came from are

fearing those finding 

the American dream. 

Fascist dogma is a 

poisonous virus.  

You should know 

how dangerous 

a virus can be. 

In a quarantined 

state of conspiracy 

taught theories. 

You have to believe now 

that the bully is king. 

The stage was set, the 

pawns put in motion. 

Willing to kill for a

delusional fraud. 

You weren't stopping 

the steal you were 

committing high treason!

You must have felt sick 

when the truth was revealed.

Like a modern day epiphany. 

The End. 

 

"Clarity"

 "Clarity"

Greg Budig 2022

Escaping these 

toxic surroundings.

Leaving through 

the open window. 

Moving towards the 

less traveled horizon. 

The body is disabled 

but the mind 

is still free. 

Almost like flying.

Soaring gently

through the branches. 

Leaving behind the 

tainted knowledge 

collected over time. 

We can only carry 

so much, we can 

only worry so long.

Pausing on the banks 

of the mighty river. 

Inhaling the essence 

of it's aquatic soul. 

Tasting each 

raindrop, becoming 

part of the current. 

Becoming a part of 

the natural flow. 

Scaling each mountain. 

Crossing vast deserts.

Shedding the layers 

of life's complications. 

Everything you know 

has been stripped 

from your conscience. 

Nature cleanses.

Leaving only clarity.

The End 

"December's Gone"

 

"December's Gone"

Greg Budig 2021

A few words to 

describe the last 

day of December. 

Remembering

resolutions

resolved. 

Starting 

over again 

and again. 

Melancholy 

memorials 

remembered. 

So many lost. 

So many loved.

So many gone. 

Passing time

heals all 

wounds...

so it's 

said. 

One last 

indulgence. 

Staying up 

late. 

Feeling a 

little older. 

Raising 

your 

glass. 

Saying 

goodbye. 

The End 

"Snowfall Observations"

 "Snowfall Observations"

Greg Budig 2021

Ice crystals 

turn the afternoon 

into morning. 

Clusters of delicate 

ice patterns fall.

An atmosphere created 

of silence and memories.

I close my eyes and 

become part of it all. 

Transfixed by the 

rhythmic white patterns.

Mesmerized I follow 

the hypnotists chain.

Lulled into a peaceful 

childlike slumber. 

Remembering what 

it means to feel 

peaceful again. 

A sterile white 

contrast against the 

twisted black branches. 

Softening the edges of 

the sharp granite stones. 

Filling in the sidewalk 

that circles the block. 

Covering the roof of each

neighborhood home. 

Sitting in my chair I 

gaze through the glass. 

Window cracked slightly 

to let in the cool air. 

It smells of snow 

and lightly sweet 

wood smoke. 

I can close my eyes 

and see myself there. 

The End 

"Lights in the Darkness"

 

"Lights in the Darkness"

Greg Budig 2021

Candles glow against

the white lace patterns. 

Frost has formed on the 

smooth window panes.

The winter solstice arrived

without any notice. 

It is the dead of winter 

and rightly so. 

A season of lights 

has evolved from 

this darkness. 

Strung from the rooftops 

and evergreen boughs, 

multicolored illuminations 

surrounding the windows. 

Keeping the chill away. 

All are asleep as you 

sit by your window. 

In the early black morning 

you set a candle ablaze. 

You stare all alone in into 

the snow covered darkness,

until you see down the 

street, another candle is born.

The emptiness of the night 

stares through the window,

leaving you to wonder

if the sun will return. 

Huddled together we 

hold hope in our hearts.

Looking for lights 

in the darkness outside. 

The End 

"What Do You Believe?"

"What Do You Believe?"

Greg Budig 2021

What do you believe in 

on this magical 

Halloween night?

That there are goblins 

on the rooftop and that 

witches soar in flight?

That a family of 

spooky vampires are

living right next door?

Or that a friendly, fat 

spider is crawling 

across the floor?

That the black and 

twisted autumn trees will 

soon burst into life?

Or that Frankenstein's 

monster is out looking 

for his wife?

Are the candle burning 

Jack-o-lanterns glowing 

in the shadows?

Does the witches black 

cat follow everywhere 

that she goes?

Do the ghosts of 

lost spirits simply 

come to earth to play?

Do they frolic until 

morning and then wish 

that they could stay?

Would you stand beneath 

the bright full moon and 

howl to your delight?

It all depends on 

what you believe on this

magical Halloween night!!

The End 

"A Poet's Ear"

 

"A Poet's Ear"

Greg Budig 2021

A lyrical voice 

with a magical tone. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear.

A special cadence 

and rhythmic feel. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear.

Sentences borrowed. 

Sentences said. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear.

Playing with words as 

they go through your head. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear. 

The sound of distant voices 

that travel through the air. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear. 

 Starting to wonder if there's 

really someone there. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear. 

A far off train whistle 

fades away and dies. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear. 

See it again clearly by 

just closing your eyes. 

Listening to life 

through a poet's ear. 

The End