Month: December 2011

Say Your Goodbyes To Pie Town

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goodbye to Pie Town, New Mexico, USA
postal service…the heart of their community
how many others will be sacrificed
to the chopping block of greed?
er, and yes the why
people choose to live in rural towns.

here’s a rural idea
use their federal taxes to buy
them internet in their post office
towns so small
and life so full
one computer with internet service
could serve the whole town

or am i too selfish and getting too old
to want better communication
with rural America
ok i confess, not all of it
but and yet for sure
i love to hear
their home grown ideas

with fingers crossed
(very hard to type that way)
check spelling (don’t you hate the automatic?)
i click on printer
click print

and away this goes to pie town’s
post office and my River
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Innocent Ignorance vs. Emotional Shovels

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just another go around
this winter solstice eve

he goes la dee da
she goes bark bark!

she goes la la la la boring
he says he’ll stop but he don’t

he holds it together with humour
she holds it together by digging

she gave him the 1st day of winter off
for reason, his innocence did not argue

they were the best of friends
perhaps they’ll be again

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it’s all different now Summer

< ..) take John Wayne where ever and surely with a better view of America's political animals you can love him again for the childhood entertainment forgive him his lack of enlightenment and hope for a new and improved should he be here now ever again to be continued…

Ides of December

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ho ho ho

i laugh to myself
finding a cough drop stuck to a candy corn
in my mixed up bowl of pacifiers
still figuring a way to leap frog
from oral
over anal
leap even not knowing to what
next/follows
i hope it’s not normal fixation
oh……

i’d druthers be oral than anal
it keep away sorters and users
cause i’d druthers use myself up
than bugger my very best friends

six only days of Autumn
autumnal leaves they’re all fall downs
oh poets of Michael’s petition
please will too stay one week longer

“there is no death” he tells me daily

she’s hurting
her babies safe
yet in their tiny faces they present
“why is this happening?”

long is the way
sorrow is the path
of why we choose this path or that
blank is the slate
until we write it
until after we’ve walked
the way we talked

answers, my great grand babies
live in the future past
will to be revealed
in the future present

maybe December
does not have an ides exactly
never thewhateverdon’t mind
my greatest hope/wish/desire/want
is all to find
what they love and do it

Innocence without Ignorance

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no longer ignorant
innocence returns
after atonement

forgiveness works
even if only one sided
enforceable only to self
whether ask for or no
peace lives in our own heart
when anger dies
when revenge is unthinkable

there will be peace on earth
when there is good will toward men

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Corporations: Peopled not People

<..) if you own stock you are part off a peopled corporation ergo enabling the guys/gals at the top to eat the lifeblood of we the people ergo controlling our political system now at 10% approval rating (you can bet her boottie it's the 9% below the 1% ((trying to move on up to the 1%)) the ultimate maximum American Dream) it has never been clearer we the people saw and heard now do you? take me down to Wall Street Bally i wanna huff and puff shiny a mirror reflecting light upon the eclipsing dark the body it speaks louder than words the mouth the eyes the hands now is a good time to speak the truth oh pants on fire around the waist and climbing... fire! fire! fire! water won't do words won't do listen to your heart then speak! speak now without anger without $ signs floating in your head (how much is enough?) with reason with understanding no one is going to get everything they wish for there is no Santa or we all are Santa wind or saint, you decide... poor baby are you freezing tonight or is everything all right did you head towards the south pole and pause in the tropics? we're having climate changing weather our melt-before-noon snow is already one week old now we are joined at the hip on the rail we can hear the whistle blow dear angels in heaven all above protect our earth angels especially right now for sure Private Manning and Wikileaks Julian Assange my money's where my mouth is is yours ?

i’m so sarrr e

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you didn’t have time for the pain
i couldn’t supply any rain
anyhow who among us
sheds only one tear?
from the right or from the left does it matter?
worm or salty does ya know…

neighbour’s water line freezes then thaws
spouting a fountain roof-top tall
bedroom carpet flooded – ruined
furnace coupler won’t couple
and it’s only mid-day monday afternoon

medicine water to her right
coffee to her left
a lung voice seys,
“are you ready yet?”

is he already gone or does it matter?
when spirit is free
and peace at heart
it
doesn’t…

it does matter
if i’m not around when day next returns
so’s with my if
now i’m off

to play bouncing ball

want to come and play
?

Kitty, it’s not good news…or is it?

16 days till winter

she knows where she wants to go
but here’s not there and
such an addictive personality
she says yes then does no
now she knows she can’t get there from here
even speaking ahead of time
time comes
she remembers
and goes ahead and does it anyway

and someone joey says
up the mountain is one step at a time
down the mountain three or four
no tellin’
fer sure
the many
sometimes slip sliding along
sometimes fun
sometimes bang!
o
the laughing all the way
some finder seys

enjoying the day as if it were last
is hard to do
save for being a child or elder than…

it took a long time to sort then and than
yepper, one is time
one is comparative

thar you go my many michaels
this is not a poem
it is broken lines
like thoughts
play me a song
long then short
repeat and sort at will
smile

i’m pleased to know a mike
that combines prose and poetry
he calls it “broken prose”
we call it what we will because
oh and yeah,
by the way
he is a special education teacher
and i’m on my way
to ask his permission
at least what he thinks
of these words
or not
you tell me
why you’re here
by singing me back
your song
if you will
to do so…
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