Month: October 2012

“Wherefore my rhymes oft decorate the page,
When others ’round, this virtue e’er forsake?
Wherefore past giants of this noble art
Employ this modus in their grandest works?”

…

“Or is it anything a writer pens,
With rhythm, rhyme, and context undefined?
Dear reader, now your choice is icy clear;
The pow’r is yours to foreordain!”

by H. Jerome Alter

to H. Jerome Alter

Whereas you mock the grandest greats:
Walt Whitman, Dylan Thomas, Sylvia Plath
and for heaven’s sake the many
alive and well and writing yet still…

mind the mind that binds one to do
another’s will
thru trickry via word skills

oh doth you dare claim
old Reason(s) as thy own
i.e. with “certainity”
“if you exercise you end up healthy”

penned words may touch a human heart
to soothe, to leap, to fly
but only if and forever still
when heart freely sings.

(sometimes it takes an emotional
blast to reopen the right side of
the brain

fortunate sometimes they start
slow then grown hang on with
your teeth)

seeing yourself in another’s eyes
from, sometimes, we need to hide

o eyes

tortured
embarrassed
angry
fiery in
both hate and love
divine
both
o
humor
god

and who owl
feels the smile
before seeing it

old soldiers
marching into war
we, to morn,
the loss of life

rest in peace poet
if de facto you are gone
who told the story
of his tortured life
and yes the joys
fleetingly higher
than my eyes beheld
for sure de facto
if gone
i will not miss you
your stories reside
in the treasure chest
of moi.

(..}

permission to lie
when the choice is
truth or belt beating

when the choice is
the adult you do not choose
to be
Peter Pan will guide you

beware becoming
the adult of hate
and telling a lie
porque
the eyes, the sweat
betrays the mind
no the nose will not grow
eyes will grow like saucers
sweat will pour in rivulets
when telling a whopper

permission to lie
when soul no longer seeking
power prestige and wealth
for the sake of same

how to get back
to where we once belonged?

“listen to the children,
what they say…”

(..}

playing it forward

sending it backward

how many tail winds

might i capture

in the blending

in the sending

love to evil.

see it melt?

questions never asked
questions perfunctory
or lie to get a seat at the table

he said, “learn to ask better questions”
she said, “learn to hear the answers”

if there is no god of humor
leave me now
or is it my time to go away?

name your/our passions
if only to self
name which we want to share
with a partner
friend
or community

when two or more of us
are gathered in community
may we remember the passion
that brought us together

oh and also the other
mixed communities

when two or more of us
are gathered in community
may we accept circumstances
that brought us together

and together form
a more perfect union
with eyes that see
with ears that hear
one another
lead us to peace in our union.
amen

question?

“Pack Up”

I get tired and upset
And I’m trying to care a little less
When I google I only get depressed
I was taught to dodge those issues
I was told

Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
There’s always something to cry about
When you’re stuck in an angry crowd
They don’t think what they say
Before they open their mouth

You gotta
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say about me

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag
Don’t worry about the cavalries
I don’t care what the whisperers say
‘Cause they whisper too loud for me

Hot topic
Maybe I should drop it
It’s a touchy subject
And I like to tiptoe ’round
The ship going down

We got no penny, no pound
So if your business is running out
It’s not my business to talk about
They don’t think what to say
Before they open their mouth

You gotta
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say about me

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag
Don’t worry about the cavalries
I don’t care what the whisperers say
‘Cause they whisper too loud for me

It’s just to test your ability
Let’s count from one to infinity
Don’t rock the boat, gotta let it be
Gotta let it go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet

Tweet, tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say about me

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag
Don’t worry about the cavalries
I don’t care what the whisperers say
‘Cause they whisper too loud for me

Yeah, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Yeah, eh, eh, eh
Yeah, eh, eh, eh

(..)

he said

be at peace

what you do

is important

then he said

just remind them,

you…are

imp.

{,.)

he had her crying tonight
the memory of an old love
and how it use to be
brand new

.
and how it died from
sexual religious repression

.
the choice of the 1950s:
A life of quiet desperation
or separation

.
Her sadness of knowing
he has not yet found the step

.
over to satisfaction:
of what was was
and what is is

.
she’ll say a little prayer

to boot