Jalapeno Peppers

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WW’s are simple family people
with too many mouths to feed
with no other paying jobs to be had
they pick up the club, the gun, the bomb
to defend
their city/county/state/country
the jobs
grew fewer and fewer and now
they were turned on
the hungry/angry/hordes
THEIR OWN NEIGHBORS
it was a job they didn’t think
and don’t you know
reptilian adrenalin
is unquenchable
until there are only WWs
who’s only source now for adrenalin highs is
the Throne Perchers(.)

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why even try to build a city on the hill
when cunning artifacts
barely outlast nimble hands that fashion
with a longer view
you watch the wind round the pyramids
random weed split the concrete
nail that rusts
paint that fades
better we should try to grow eden
plant a seed and move on
knowing the tree
will mother others
knowing that only change will last
roots and tendrils
eventually sifting our bones and memories

- Ken Peters

c. 2010

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thru the ears into the eyes the words
tumbling when not holding
to closely tight..
it’s Pidgin here for low esteem
rains coming twice today in the desert
one more Sun known about
was grandly obited today
Syn in energy
leaving behind great merriment memories
we pluck like feathers one by one
in the turns of our World
as we each in our own way
pass by the shock that was a death
thinned by the veil
moaned by the enforced enveilment.

little children drawing pictures
playing singing circle games
all little children yearn to learn

rain in the ears
eye lids of sun
the voicebox spoke
sounds then words
and the words held sway between them
and they

you want exclusive love ok
there is no such thing as a one way street
in That house of Love

down in Glenbeck Town
they’re selling hot dogs for tennis shoes
one size smells all

my cracker barrel is empty
shall i pass the peas or
perhaps the cracker crumb cake?

we’re all closer to empty now
headed that way since birth
here comes a rainbow
riding the sun
amazing grace
we imagine.

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o yesterday
so full of everything’s possible
working the night train temporary
dancing the night away permanent
hope not in our vocabulary
we were so full of it…
plans became like shifting sand
while life happened.

3 a.m. no sleep again
thrown out of bed by soggy tears
another Memorial today
another Sun who would surely say
“Loved the dance,
suffered the fools,
we’ll meet again
when tomorrow returns.”

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Since everyone seems to have an opinion about the mosque near Ground Zero (and President Obama has two), I’d like to ask you all a couple of questions:

Given that white Christian supremacist Tim McVeigh bombed the Oklahoma City Federal Building, shouldn’t we ban white churches from Oklahoma?

As New York City’s indigenous Lanape Natives died at Ground Zero by the thousands when overrun by Christian colonists, shouldn’t we ban Christian churches from their sacred ground?

If a mosque near Ground Zero is bad, then why not ban all Muslims from downtown New York? For this to work, should we require all Muslims in the city to wear yellow crescents?

My office was in the WTC towers, which will now be rebuilt with all the upscale shops I remember. So, Mrs. Palin, are you saying it’s OK for Muslims to shop at Ground Zero as long as they don’t pray there?

The new tower will have the old one’s Off-Track Betting windows and bars with after-work “happy hours.” So here’s a solution to make everyone happy: Why not camouflage the mosque as a place to gamble and get into your secretary’s panties?

How about disguising it as a discount fashion shop: Kate Mosque? Or as a Disney retail outlet: Mickey Mosque?

Jamie Kilstein has suggested to me that we ban Burger Kings from Ground Zero in honor of the victims of heart disease. But Jamie, the BKs are memorials to remind us that in the eyes of God, all of us - no matter what religion - are just hamburger meat.

“O. Bin Laden” signed Glenn Beck’s petition to ban mosques from Ground Zero. Al Qaeda sure as hell doesn’t want Muslims and Christians worshipping in amicable proximity.

Several new Christian churches have been welcomed near Ground Zero … in Hiroshima.

Am I being too kum-ba-yah by suggesting some of the money raised for the mosque go to building a synagogue in Saudi Arabia, rebuilding the Latin Church in Gaza burnt by Hamas kooks, rebuilding the Babri Masjid mosque burnt down by Hindi fascists, rebuild the Hindi temples destroyed by Sinhalese Buddhists, and for Christ’s sake, build a bridge, not a wall, to share, not divide, Al-Aksa and the Dome of the Rock?

WWTJD? (What Would Thomas Jefferson Do?)

My own view? I don’t want a mosque near Ground Zero; I want it right on top of Ground Zero, in the new tower, so when we go down again, we all go together.

And one last question: Why is the Right Wing so upset the President is a Black Muslim foreigner?

After all, the last bunch of Presidents, white Christians all, screwed things up so badly, why not try something different?

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They sort things out.

humans from the not quite:

dogowner from dogownerlovers
weavers from
“this little rip is justified”
kiss me Kates from never again
76 years is a very long time
can i be excused now?
if i go barefoot in the snow
will it freeze my brain?
when i run out of air will i still see
the beggar man with his lost-hope-eyes?
at the end of our species as we know it
will they say about us,
“at least they learned
to ask the right questions?”

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rage against the dying of the light
that lights the mind, the pipe,
the light bulb of idea
walk upright into the room of
no-rationalizing-wipes-away-
what was

and there was my loves
outside my window inside theirs
some now retiring some not quite
the satellite up the moon not quite
peaches ripe someone brings
“peach cobbler” answered by
“not till we’ve had our fill of fresh peaches”
Peachman says, “just eat it.”
4 Eyes says, “mmmmmmmmmmm
flower bee honey see”
and the green grass grows all around all around

to live
like death ain’t comin’
even as you know it
never stopping never thinking
old
there’s a road map that tells us where we’ve been
it starts at the eyes
ends at the mouth
everybody’s seen troubles you know
skip a rope
ring-around-the-posy

one gets up two go down
the doctor said, “what do you want me to do for you,”
exasperated by his patient’s denial of recommended Rx,
“take me dancing,” somebody’s great grandmother
replied.
“I don’t think my wife would like that,”
replied doc who has not learned great grandmotherhood.

anything mellow yellow is golden
in my own demise i’d like to say.

A Song of the Moon

The moonlight breaks upon the city’s domes,
And falls along cemented steel and stone,
Upon the grayness of a million homes,
Lugubrious in unchanging monotone.

Upon the clothes behind the tenement,
That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines,
Linking each flat, but to each indifferent,
Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

There is no magic from your presence here,
So moon, sad moon, tuck up your trailing robe,
Whose silver seems antique and too severe
Against the glow of one electric globe.

Go spill your beauty on the laughing faces
Of happy flowers that bloom a thousand hues,
Waiting on tiptoe in the wilding spaces,
To drink your wine mixed with sweet draughts
of dews.

- Claude McKay

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all families are holy
sacred to their roots
our roots
ALL roots

chop off a root
up springs a tree
separate /
different /
equal =

eyes that refuse to see
will not have that choice
when their buck-naked-souls
arrive home

embarrassment first
shame second
remorse/atonement
or stick it in the mud.

Tom,
got any tobacco?

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one, then one more
then another
fell the rosebuds
from their stems
no room to bloom
un-pure water
un-pure air
un-pure soil
the sun
gave it’s best
the clouds
gave its rain
two leggeds sprayed
the parasites away
some begged
“please don’t leave”

new leaves
unfold
hope lives
perhaps
blossoms
before
the first
snowflake
falls.

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At the 5th Summit of the Americas, 2009,
you told the Latin American leaders:
“The United States will be willing to ack-
knowledge past errors where errors
have been made,” and, “We’re also com-
mitted to combating inequality and cre-
ating prosperity from the bottom up.”

to begin:
Withdraw U.S. troops, contractors,
hardware, and military aid from
Colombia.

to continue:
Close SOA/WHINSEC

Think peace
Study peace
Find peace

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oh the sun shines tonight on Charlie Chaplin
no shoes no cracklin’
His name they blacken
with flashing red/green lights
colors of greed and sacrifice
google his wares and find
the sound track for The Tramp
held ransom
from all his scallawag friends less they dare
dare any of their great + great
grandchildren begin the begeen
once seen
lives
and sings
far o far beneath the stars
the Bluebird’s singing
the
night
a
way….

Arpa Darpa Honey Toad

Rebels
Connecticut
Yankees

where who living in two thousand ten
where common insult to be
called american?

Vespers. evening star
love pilfered by
priestly vipers

bright Morning Star a’risin’
rage against the dying of the light
royal Renegades

o Dylan Thomas, Sir
ha Ghosts of Camnae
hi evening star Thespers

Roger Lambert / Charles Wesley
the later the earthly Ode to Joy
the former the humorous

is it Mon day yet time
pick up the pic and hoe
vidi in monstro

oh me the real you
lost between birdsong and humming compressor
search for choice sperm long gone

rejoice
thru thicky soup swimming
clear water now finding

rain and shine the flowers came
gracing eyes heart and soul
please come home.

Arpa Darpa Honey Toad

oh lovely wild flower

blooming thru

the cracked concrete

so colorful
so delicate
so strong

in your green sap flowing

one life to live
one life to give
one self to love

love it…

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taking a break
from blood air world
she lights her pipe for Timmy too

somewhere under there
there are rainbows circling

it is her favorite color blue/green/blue
in the light of the sun when all is done
will be there

no spit in the spiddle, the spuddle is clean
jump
jump in

the face hard to remember
between the lip and the nose
with air in such demand

com’on, lets do it

this is the way we wash our face
the way our mother or some such
taught us

soap, hot water, cloth and dryer
every little speck and don’t forget
the ears and neck-back

how ruthless ‘em selling the “focus pill”
when everyone still alive has their very own
freebie - built in

- the end

where is my Accidental Daughter?
did i lose her on hump day
by jumping to thors day
because she asked for mon day?

so little focus pocus out here
beyond Earth orbit
where sun forever shining
beyond human clouds

summer’s been put off
two weeks minus three days
to live or die she knows why
early birds keep singing

little cypher pens a peace
to touch remembrance
the verdict out :
noone out alive

here comes a slow boat
headed for China
wanna come?

Notes to Rev. Steven Reynolds

with a church ob St. John’s Street
is he who thinks the down side is
for having an outlet store for Legal Marijuana is
…as a child we looked at using it as child fun & games
now Marijuana is looked at as needed
and
the Bible tells us thiss would happen
put a problem in their faces
and it will just pull ‘em…
Rev rev Rev!
What do U think it did to “‘em”
when U told ‘em
) it would fall off
) ‘em would go blind
Cut my Foot!
‘Nuttin’ worse
than a Calculating Fool!
money in temple dangerous place

pick me up pa pa
i’s cryin’ in the basket
ar at least it’s waterproof this time

- Summer Smiley

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the ultimate SO scary
everyone dies
everyone and everything dies
including the source of life: our Planet
Who needs a God, as in,
we are doing it to ourselves.
BOO!!!

we play little god with the little boos
like Amnesty for
12 million children, men and women

Look Dick and Jane
how ugly some can become
playing technology games
the goal being attack and/or kill
they do it unto others
they are offended when the same
is done unto them.

boo boo little chiffre
socialism is a little boo word now
prayeth tell
what does it mean to be social?
ism it i or ism it you
and who will walk in the other’s shoe?

if i use words like
enantiomorphically
quotidian
hypnopomp
will you or i feel
the rainbow?

St. Paul said,
“hang on a little longer.”

see, see, see
life in the desert
life in the sea
life in the air
life in you and me…

must we meet with stranger’s eyes?

we are the blue sky smiling
we are the dark cloud crying
we are the life-force dying
we are the flowers pleasing

will we hear the bottom line?
we have become a species that can destroy
our Earth, and all of life upon it
our very own Armageddon creation
the Big BOO

between BOO and boo
all we’ve ever gotta had to do was learn
to love one another
as if they were our very self.

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when the saints
go marching in
we shall over come
some
day a a a a
lawdy wanna be in that number
we walk hand in hand
shore shine blood revealed
not afraid to believe
some day a a a a
we become saints
the day we walk right in
sit ourselves down
for to carry us away
until the time
there are more sitters
than carriers.

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I write with ink of blood
To testimonialize and give
A touch of eternity to it
But my poem falters and falls
In the poetry of the world.

I pluck words from
A flowery and ornated garden
And weave a garland of them
To adorn the world
But they trample it
Under their feet
Like they crush the stub
Of the cigarette to prevent it
From catching the fire.

I discover the words
Hidden in the unhaunted
Recess of the mind
And juxtapose them
Like an ideal couple
Of bride and bridegroom
At bridal chamber
And turn my poem on new leaf
But they tilt their stony eyes
And turn deaf ears to it.

I infuse my heart and soul
Into the poem
Thinking it would be
The best and the last of my life
But they simply say:
Since it is the beginning
You would learn by mistakes.

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