poems from armor against the dawn

Prehistoric Unicorn Ranchers

Prehistoric Unicorn Rancher

The seals are out sunbathing, 
as I'm driving through small beachside towns 
with peace bumper stickers, 
forgetting to turn down 
the country songs on my stereo, 
and meeting the looks 
of curious locals on the roadside.

As clouds swim past the power towers,
I recall a helicopter once airlifting
the utility worker to the sky,
flying high
above confused cattle.

I often long to be far away from the hurry,
back where the untouched land looks prehistoric.
Perhaps, then, in some land 
of unicorn ranchers
existed peace.

There are roses in the vineyard, 
horses in the stream,
and I feel like I'm walking in a dream.
The grass on the hillside ruffles in the windy air
like locks of flowing, wavy green hair.

I was out wandering by the old railroad tracks,
when I gazed upon a sight and was taken aback.
Hanging on the cliff side of a local city stream,
was an old sofa and a mattress peaking through the green,
abandoned long ago by people now unseen.

Now I stand with my face against the sea winds.
I hear the birds and crickets as they sing
above the whirring roar of quarry machines, 

Driftwood, seaweed, 
I'll roam where ever this rocky beach will lead.
I pass discarded plastics that'll likely linger longer than me, 
and gaze out at the cargo ships far off in the sea.

I tread upon rocks, smooth sea glass, and broken brick,
until the fence divides the beach between private and public.
Upon an old abandoned railroad tie, 
I stretch and give my shoes a tie.
I look for any other signs of trains,
but my eyes tell me that I look in vain,
and this one seems to have dropped out of the sky.

Amid a sea of pink flowers rests an old park bench, 
and as I breathe in, 
the seaweed, divorced from the water,
greets me with its stench.

I could lean upon this tree forever,
back against bark, 
rooted in the needled carpet, 
breathing in the ocean 
as the wind carries birds in the distance.

I have surrendered to a content restlessness,
excited by the possibilities of boredom,
like a hound dog chasing an orange cat 
across farms and over fences 
in an endless circle, 
collapsing in the sunset,
and ready to repeat at sunrise.

Does anyone else hear the seagulls as they cry?
I faintly hear their cries over the din,
but is anyone else listening in,
and if not, why?

This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.

Armor Against the Dawn

Armor Against the Dawn

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Series: Poetry Paperbacks, Book 8
Genre: Poetry
Tag: Recommended Books
Format: Paperback
Length: 100 pages
ISBN: 9781540704993

Armor Against The Dawn is D.L. Lang's 8th book, largely comprised of topical poetry written in response to current events, politics, and the experience of local protests.

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As a collection of poems spanning pivotal subjects, Armor Against the Dawn is a complex representation of the poet’s passionate views. The collection is layered with expressive thought and candid revelations of the poet’s position on multiple current day social events. Insightful, as well as bold, the collection is infused with an underlying theme of a continual searching for answers, for understanding, and for resolution.
About the Author
D.L. Lang

D.L. Lang is a contemporary American poet and spoken word artist. The author of over a dozen poetry books, Lang has been writing poetry for over 25 years. She has performed her poetry on stage hundreds of times at protest rallies, county fairs, literary festivals, open mics, poetry circles, bookstores, libraries, and live radio broadcasts.

From 2017 to 2019 she served as Vallejo, California's Poet Laureate. Her poems have been awarded with numerous county fair ribbons, transformed into songs, used as liturgy for prayer, and to advocate for peace, justice, and a better world.

The scribe of over 1,200 poems from haiku to free verse to masterful rhyme, covering a wide variety of topics, D.L. Lang has poetry that's sure to delight. Lang dabbles in both gritty realism and surrealistic wordplay, sorrowful elegy and uplifting affirmations. Her poetry is a mixture of topical political commentary, religious devotional meditations, and poetic autobiographical memoir. Her words take you on journeys deep into nature, memory, spirituality, and the whisperings of the heart.

She is the author of Tea & Sprockets, Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology, Look Ma! No Hands!, Poet Loiterer, Id Biscuits, Barefoot in the Sanctuary, Armor Against The Dawn, Dragonfly Tomorrows & Dog-eared Yesterdays, Resting on My Laurels, The Cafe of Dreams, Midnight Strike, and This Festival of Dreams. She has also released a chapbook compilation entitled Wanderings, a Jewish poetry compilation entitled Paradise Collectors, and her debut spoken word album entitled Happy Accidents, and is the editor of Voices, Verses & Visions of Vallejo.

Her poetry has also been published in the Benicia Herald, Poets Are Heroes Magazine, ReformJudaism.org, Poetry Expressed, Frost Meadow Review, and the Jewish Journal of Los Angeles. Her poetry has been anthologized in A Poet’s Siddur (Ain’t Got No Press, 2017), Light & Shadow (Benicia Literary Arts, 2018), Marin Poetry Center Anthology, Vol. 21 (2018), and Verses, Voices & Visions of Vallejo (2019).

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