Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Bio

I live in the copper rich southeastern mountains of Arizona, USA, at Northern America’s largest open-pit copper mine, where my husband works as a Hydraulic Specialist. We have two daughters being educated at the townsite’s schools.

I enjoy gardening, reading, observation and creation of imagination.

I have had several pieces of poetry published o­n web sites, I am featured at William DeVault’s City of Legends and am affiliated with IFLAC, www.iflac.com,  Bilingual MCA, Bilingual MCA poets&writers for peace and BeWrite, www.bewrite.net. I also have a website at Authorsden, http://www.authorsden.com/erinemoen, which holds all of my poetry.

Poets As Swords

Come, my fine poets, follow me, the sea
Is rough, its temper, mean. We must, we must
Commit to be crux -- of our history,
Authors of the freed! Come, come, shake off that dust!

Some fine-feathered poets rant their chagrin,
Blame it o­n gods, bastard luck or o­n creeds;
Comment!—Shout loud!—then, we’ll reel them all in,
Recycle their skins, and flotsam debris.

Come, oh, come, my passionate fellows! We
must, we must -- learn our lessons; we poets
Can fight, we’ll fight like hell! Our words, the key,
In stark silhouette. With words we’ll upset

The ignorance of hate -- it’s not too late!
Become a sword; pirates deserve their fate.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/3/04

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Bleeders and Levers

I don’t understand how the mouths of Man
Bestow and bestrew the pearls of our words
In manners repressive. I understand
The need to command, to become the herd

Leader, but… Bleeders and levers, anxious
And fractious, cannot compare another’s
Mind to their own. I don’t understand dross,
And loss of delight in the words of brothers,

When another’s tongue, bedeviled and stung,
Realizes, lashing with poison gases
Of inner breath’s need to blurt, “I am smug.”
I don’t understand Men with mouths that shout

About superior reasons of self.
I don’t understand -- myself. I need help…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/29/05

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Crow Nightmare

Coming around the path,
The large aviary cage loomed.
As ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ and “where is it?” rang out,
She noticed the crow. In the Bald Eagle exhibit.
Suddenly, the eagle launched itself.
The crow fled. Straight towards the group.
It slammed into the heavy wire,
And, thrust its head through the mesh.
Its sun-glossed eye
Transfixed her with its desperation,
Pierced her soul with its futility.

Our world
Is a cage
In a zoo.

She dreamed
She was that crow
Last night.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/20/04

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Speaking In Tongues

Does Muhammad speak in tongues,
Does Christendom become
specious clarity of nothing?

Do genes protect o­ne sex,
do wardens scribe to hex
atrocities unfounded?

Does Allah kiss off me,
Will Jesus set me free
in heavens said to come?

Don’t acts of kindness show
what we all feel and know
as reality’s advancement?

Can’t individuals reap
the company they keep
instead of mass intolerance?

Don’t gods bespeak themselves,
setting up Man’s leveled shelves
for replacement of true wisdom?

Does equality not give
us all the right to live
without fear of retribution?

Do you think that you can change?
Do you know your mind can range
without the tongues of gods?

Does the scent of freedom's spring
just beyond your golden ring
Sing -- stop, and listen to your soul.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/8/05

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UnFocus: Or, Christ In A Handbag!

“Focus,” they say,
“keep your eye o­n the prize,
blinkered to what’s happening to the world
outside.”

And, we do, tighten our screws
of servility to lifelovehateselfrepel
allelse, and, we heave tiredly, ‘why not?’
‘It’s the tech age, life o­nly gets better
without the responsibility
of making decisions'. Program me in.
Yeah, program me into
ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
I am lust without sight, nothing
but emotional mutations, incorporated
into a frightful disharmony of devotions…’
So ends Humanity’s
search for its core of being alive…

Until, a flare burns bright, psyched,
a mind composes Time into Motion.
Without the commotion and clutter
of original soul-hard skin flawed
by sins of ignorance, of innocence,
and precious young growth, of
formation.

But, Christ in a handbag!
This is not working! Guilt and subjugation
denigrate the Eve of Adam, the Light
of Free Thinking, of feeling the rightness
of harmony, of love and respect and appreciation.
Where did that stuff go? You know? It's perverted. Why
is peace so elusive, and War is so prevalent?
Indoctrination? You think? Men, Man, Human,
Woman, Humanity, so what? Big cosmic whoop...

On the scale of enormity of limitless space,
consisting of utter emptiness of true measure,
it becomes infinity. And, Time is its child,
forever suckling at hollow apron strings
of nebulae expanding beyond Time’s own time,
creating folds and ripples and warps of colossal
quantums, which, in their quirky love of chaos,
extinguish all light, accidentally, and,
repenting with mind because sight was blind,
promise creation’s conception
would combine opposites to ignite
godhead’s ultimate precursor to cosmic weight,
responsibility.

Because, we have to advance, past
the debauchery of Olympic wiles,
and trials of subcontent and subcontinental
contraptions of illusional delusionment,
have to evolve a spaciousgracious terminal world
into a frankfulthankful genesis of worthwhile
possibilities and hope.

Then, Freedom will reappear.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/11/05

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Humanity Can’t Hear

Humanity’s fears are my hot, salty tears,
Emotions' arrears of long bitter years,
Complying like sheep as we desperately weep,
Emptying our minds to our more vicious kind.

Humanity’s peers are my salty, hot tears,
Mistakes left behind continue to bind,
Absolving with shrugs and false-hearted hugs,
Forgetting our search for feelings of worth.

Humanity’s jeers are my hot, salty tears,
Emotions compress, reality seems less,
Attaining hell’s depths and heaven’s fake width,
Delivering slain souls to a bottomless hole.

Humanity fears our salty, hot tears,
Mirrors abhorred can’t show we o­nce soared,
Rejecting respect we compound our debt,
Compilings disappear, for Humanity can’t hear.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/23/05

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Forgive Me…

Forgive me, Creator,
For I am sin.
I can’t find my way out
Of the hell my mind’s in.
I understand
With imperfect grace,
Love rules all,
That Love is Your Face.

Forgive me, my Painter,
For I have sinned.
I’ve changed the palette
You colored me with,
I understand,
With imperfect grace,
Hue guides all,
That Hue is Your face.

Forgive me, my Mother,
For all my sins.
My growth was slowed
By inner war’s din.
I understand,
With imperfect grace,
Existence is in
The Light of your Face.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/15/05

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Knock, Knock; You're Dead

Knock a moth off a door,
it falls, and hides in a precarious position
in the bright deep night, because of
your action. A foraging scorpion
chances upon the mite, and eats it.
Did you cause the death of the insect?
Or were you a victim of the moth’s fate?
Does the act stain your soul?
Will you ever know?

Knock a child off a chair,
he falls, and hides in a fetal position
in the deep night bright, you’ve accomplished
living murder. Ridiculed, muted, angry,
conditions curry a serial killer.
Did you cause the suffering of his victims?
Or were you a destined provider of death?
Does the thought torture your soul?
Will you admit you know?

Knock a world out of square,
it falls, and hides from its new position,
in the night bright deep, intolerance
massacres conscience. Obsessive hating
contrives to consume morality.
Did you cause the agony of millions?
Or were you a doomed dupe of misfortune?
Does the atrocity deaden your soul?
Will you want to know?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

© Copyright 9/11/03
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Where Art Thou?

Oh, Father, where art thou?
Your star seems dim since Man
Has fallen from the womb of God,
Who's fallen, from the grace of eternity.

Oh, Agony, shedding your tears
Of arrears does not change fears…

Oh, Mother, where art thou?
Your scars of saviourhood
Have fallen o­n empty wombs of God,
Have fallen, sterilized by eternity.

Oh, Misery, shedding your heart
Can’t restart love that departs…

Oh, Brother, where art thou?
Your acts of antipathy
Have fallen and emptied the womb of God,
Have fallen, and written eternity.

Oh, Torment, shedding your wails
To derail others faith always fails…

Oh, Sister, where art thou?
Your pacts with present needs
Have fallen, empting wombs of God,
Have fallen, and obliterated eternity.

Oh, Anguish, shedding sweet hope
Cuts the rope of being able to cope…

Oh, Creator, where art thou?
Your worth has been stained,
Has fallen o­n the womb of Humanity,
Who's fallen, out of heaven’s eternity.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/13/05

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Worded Man

I don’t understand uncaring spleen,
lowering heights, sheeted between
the worlds of mind which worded Man,
I think I see, with words we stood,
picked up a pen, with answers sure,
the words of mind which worlded man.

I must have missed how we began
demeaning rights; self-blinding plan,
the beasts of mind, which bested Man,
I hate to think we thought we could
pick up a club, so immature
the bested mind beat down by beasts.

I hope to see awareness keen,
furthering sights, helping to clean
the width of time which widened Man,
I think our hands, forgiving should
pick up a life and help assure
the widened mind stands width of time.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/17/03

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As Everybody Dies

I get so impatient
When the world doesn’t go right,
When responsibility isn’t taken
For activities of spite,

When the world doesn’t go right,
And life isn’t so bright.
For activities of spite
Murders souls’ height,

And life isn’t so bright.
Human animals delight
Murders souls’ height,
Suppresses wills’ might.

Human animals delight
Creates misery of lives,
Suppresses wills’ might,
And Mankind doesn’t thrive.

Creates misery of lives,
Weeping fills the skies,
And Mankind doesn’t thrive
As everybody dies.

Weeping fills the skies,
When responsibility isn’t taken
As everybody dies…
I get so impatient.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/5/05

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Shadowed by Feeling

Shadows? Where are your feelings?
Borrowed time breathes
fast and bleeding, rescinding
my mind; there is no healing…

Heavens? Where do you lead?
Why can’t you heed me?
Leave me earthbound, retreat
from my mind, I think I’m blind…

Spirits? Where do you roam?
Is there a home for blighted bones?
Your whispers condone
my loss of time, oh, sorrowed mind…

Havens? Where are your ceilings?
Time harshly breathes,
indifferently. Why can’t I see?
Shadowed by feeling...

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/15/03

Dated 4/12/06

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Silence Free

Dedicated to Dr. Leo Semashko and his International/Multilingual

Website:

A NEW CULTURE OF PEACE

FROM SOCIAL HARMONY AND CHILDREN'S PRIORITY

http://www.peacefromharmony.org

With respect,

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Silence Free

Silence bound in words of naught, feels of lies

And twisted thoughts, worlds bound in silence wrought

Twist up thoughts; unheard words belie

Size of hurt. Silence, wound in nothingness, fraught

With echoes, circumvent herded-sight, end

Repeat of silent sounds of failing! Make

A noise, circumspect, travel back to mend

Furious deafened pretense. Silence fakes

The womb of remaking, out of tune, with

mutating words of ought… Round vowels,

Freedom-given, hold the light, noun be driven,

Speak the words, communicate avowal

"Ofharmony"! Silence - flee! Bind not those

Who compose peace – Humanity's repose!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

© Copyright 3/4/06

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