poems of peace and love
Fever | Indian | Secondary Fundraisers | Poems by Laura Close
Fever
About this fever I’m not apathetic.
Carrots might help. I need a credible
Complaint. Is there anyone more careful?
He tries to make me upset. Optimistic,
he tries at what he is about. Memento
and relic, a reminder of plumage
from the great Phoenix, our advantage
merely an investment of time. Ratio
between kin to kind. I do not exclaim.
There’s a lot more to it than security,
finding the necessary guards, carefree
and built. I have limits, a user name;
our dreams roll around in the subconscious;
and of others’ dreams we become envious
Indian
Indistinguishable
Native blood
Touches native blood.
Indian, or Itailienne?
All I ask is for some
Language, to distinguish
And not the loveliness of a culture extinguished.
In the end
Not all believing in Mother Earth and Grandfathers,
Everyone only heard of San Martino
Not all lands, only some.
Secondary Fundraisers
“If your old don’t try to change yourself, change your environment.”
~B.F. Skinner
Let’s throw a party to support wildlife. Antennae
headbands will be a requirement. Circles of fine
men and women, environmentalists, will be there.
Clear plastic cups and cutlery made from recycled
materials will inspire us. Eyelashes elongated by
Maybelline, and lids sporting psychedelic, metallic
eye shadow will make all the women look more like
butterflies . Sidling up next to the token CEO, our
prettiest organizer will flash her pearly whites while
holding a glass of champagne demurely.
Shoulder to shoulder, when it is time to dance, we
will step first one direction, then the other, following
the Native American chieftain that we’ve hired for
the occasion. Our decorations must have all to do
endangered species and national parks, etc. Roads
will be a secondary concern for the government.
for a few months. Interpreted signs will be the talk
of the town. Accessories handcrafted by artisans
will be on display or given as party favors. That
will be the party of the year. Older folks will love it.
Early Motherbird Iconic Images
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Relaxing Water Flowing and Rushing Water Videos
Water is a symbol of life.
We are 60-70 % water.
The water that flows was in dinosaurs, and our ancestors.
We should keep the water pure because
our fathers and mothers are flowing by.
We should have gotten off the boat on that rock and said
we have the wood, but teach us about the water.
Both videos were shot on the Stones River in Tennessee.
Videos courtesy of Artvilla.com
Wishing to Un-See | Planted | In a Theater | Audible Patience | Tightwire | Poems Valentina Cano
Wishing to Un-See
The worst image in the world
seared into flesh.
It spreads like boiling oil down my skull,
to my eyes,
to my nose,
filling it with the stink
of old water drowning me
in a pool’s depth of sea.
For R
Your voice is like the cracking of glass,
like a silver key,
like sun on a patch of ice.
It is a knife,
all edges and light,
and I could let the roughest part
of my skin become a wetting stone.
Planted
It is smiling on a wooden floor,
slipping into it like warm water,
feet bucking and splintering,
mixing with the glue.
Rooting me down
into an upright, silent scream.
In a Theater
Her hand is pressed to your cheek
and the light dims around it.
A black hole in reverse.
Your skin prickles,
each follicle rising up to meet her.
And then it is just you,
rising out of the darkness
like a fog.
Audible Patience
She hums,
patient as an oyster forming her pearl.
A sibilant breath,
a sound carried and rolled
by her hands.
She waits for him
to wade by and pick her out.
Tight Wire
The balancing act between
a thought and its burning action
happens on a blade of grass.
I stand on it,
toes ragged like a skirt’s hem,
and try to ease a result out of you
without losing my panting center of gravity.
The Good Word
I am a peddler of doubt.
Spreading its word like seeds,
hanging its glittering ifs like ornaments
on days of the most neutral colors.
Him
He is drenched in light
from nowhere I can see.
The room flickers on and off
like a warped television
until all I see
is his imprint lodged
like a splinter in my eye.
Earth and Water Poem
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Wash me
cleanse me
I drink you
I am seventy percent you
I am water
I am earth
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The wave rushes to the shore
then retreats to warn the next wave that
advance and retreat are futile
and the earth
the earth
the earth and water poem
hits the shore
the seemingly meaningless shore
………….by david michael jackson 2014
Guns Shows and Race Wars
Are we preparing?
Are whites arming for war?
Where can blacks buy guns?
Is non violent protest no longer valid?
Are we cleansed of our grandfather’s sins?
Are we suddenly cleansed of his racism so as to say
I am not a racist,
I have nothing to work on
I feel that all people are equal.
Should I grab you by the shoulder or arm
when I say that?
BY STAN GOFF