Rod McKuen from “Fields of Wonder”

The clergy
who drum into their congregations
litanies that have no bond
with common speech
have begun to worry me as well.

Until my life began to move
across the hill and down
I was unaware that God
was such a complicated man.
He was never Latin to me
nor Sanskrit till translation.

I want a man
that I can understand
to govern me,
for I need love
and understanding too.
And so I hope that God the friend
and not the father
will come banging on my door.

i cried for your old dad tonight

for your old dad and his dad
and all the dads corporations fired
when they refused to be a yes man
or grew old and near retirement
and somebody wrote
“The Death of A Salesman”
i cried for those that refused
to surrender, that stood
met their obligations
food, shelter
wife and children
held no countenance with bitterness
stuffed their pain
stuffed their disappointment
having been led by Sir Corporation
to believe they were one big family
they did what was needed
and a little extra
for this they were downsized/axed

dear dear dads
need not another tie
or another Father’s Day
they need what they have earn
kindness and cheerful times
as many days of the year as
we can remember.

A Pair ah Noiya

a whistling Dixie
ya ain’t
we all got a pair
ah noiya or oughta

a mess to clean
dot by dot
or byte by byte
here we go…….

a big yesterday
is still a yesterday
now is now and now and then
we all have some regret

now is a good time to come to the aid
of ourselves
of others
of that which sustains us
this Earth
this Water
this Air
our Sun, the Fire

heavy hanging over head
i’m sleep are you?
that’s two of us don’t tell
one banish
is more than enough.

Blue Lighter Crippled Heart

white light mind he would know
outlive the pain and tragedy of show
no one ever knows the end
of any path chosen till it does
is this the end or
how many ends in one life time
might heaven allow?
mental healing there are no scars
but pain as long as held
look away Dixie land you know the drill
in 1956 our country turned
to in god we trust
from E pluribus unum
i pause
a memory
blue lighter
the game
of planting a place
a time
our smile.
the end

don’t tell me you are sorry, tell him

tell him how you were brainwashed
over and over again
by your leaders demonizing him
and his
your sorrow runs deep
deep as your blood and his

let her wake up in the morning smelling peace
seeing military bases turned into
producing green
Earth Green and friendly

count the number of ways they’ve divided us
your leaders and ours
after we’re sorry
don’t take it anymore

oh pray we evolve
from kill or be killed
might makes us right

might we now begin
to compete with creative ideas
instead of blood
we are all #1
or nobody is #1

bring it on home, summer
it’s only a heart beat away
and three weeks.

Who’s your mama Aston B. Carter?

has she been out too long
does she know your work
with weapons of kill
did you hear my curse break
yacking as you were
to reporters
as seen on C-SPAN
this very moment
did you feel my queasy
explosion of
how could you!
how could my fellow Americans
stomach your expounding
new war toys
good ol’ American Enterprise sucking
at only age 58
i reckon you’re not reckoning
St. Peter’s golden gate mirror
where the REAL Aston B. Carter
can not escape seeing his true self,
nor will his mother.

gotta set that burden down

gotta pause from “I’m right-y”
to maybe
we both right-y in our own minds
and who convinced us
till death do us part
from what is righty-y
for us
E pluribis unum
was the dream of our founders
still alive
here, over there,
over hill, over dale
all life is sacred
may we pause
may we find balance
in our differences
no you can’t hurry love
but we can
step in a forward direction.

Twixt Calgary and Vancouver

twist C and V there sits
proverbial tar pits

in Calgary resides a mayor
proving pluralism really works
with it there is nothing you can’t do

in Vancouver resides artists
#1 film making paraphernalia
nothing they’ve found yet they can’t do

oil monger’s profits heading skyward
gas guzzler’s costs per gal. going down
a little

in this Economic Spring
how do i explain to my great grandchildren
)Arab Spring
)fully one half of the worlds drinking water is not save
or that 70% of the wells the US built are not save
or that we became the culture of bottled water
bottled in plastic made from oil

all i can say is we had our heroes
the newest one i’ve just learned about
a man, a mayor of Calgary
who figured out
his city of we the people contained
many bright intelligent people
so he connected
of course
via the internet

thanks and praises Honorable Mayor
for one corner of light i can point
to and wish a blessing and prayer
“not the new generation pass away
without living in their community
and nation
where the title ‘Honorable’
may truly be placed
before the name of all politicians
again to be
truly the ‘servants’ of the people.