Category: poetry

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how then
shall we proceed
or not at all
all adding up
mistakes
miss steps

missing adulation
not missing
one way praise
other way boring
both better off
forking the path

survival
or monkey shines
i know not which
only know rivers flow
we’re caught in snags
of our own making

“I” the rock
tumbles to pebbles
down the stream
down the river
becoming gems
of oceans’ sands

did she kiss his hand
did he wash her feet
do they live in Never Land
where south flows north
where north flows south
and equators equalize

not to fret little dew drops
so far from river flowing
first rays of sun
will show us the gem
we are to become
at story’s end.

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the pain of a student
is the pain of the teacher
symbolized by robes, hats
with tassels
all together
they shift from right to left
graduation
of student and teacher.

is this true for the guru?
i do not know but i wonder
having only met a few
and never one who called
him/herself a guru.

there once was a piano man
who fell onto one knee laughing
Gethsemane postured
responding to his hosts
aristocracy.

i am still in hell
with some saving grace
a little bit-o-gold
in years declining.

nor how much do i know
how far we have advanced
from predator and prey

slaughtered blood is our own
in human species feeling

so diverse non human species
each with the drive for survival
seys who humans are also diverse?

cause it’s easier to see some other as other
and non related?

pain, pain, pain, pain
or, say,
fear of pain
we’ve all been here before
with mirrors of reflection
let go of the guilt
and feel the shame
creating one less step
out of this hell
humanly created.

“Shake hands with all of your neighbors,
and kiss your sister Kate,
you’re as welcome back as the flowers of May,”
dear ya all, ya everyone.

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against the odd ball priest
that wanted to hold his against her
she thwarts with pity

against thoughtless friend
who gave an escape-artist-dog
to him who’s 12 yr. dog-friend
was killed by a car
escaping

against his cry “don’t-touch-me”
she wades thru his “bag-of-shit-life”
cause we’re all walking wounded
and she loves

against dream robbers he remembers
to pray to powers-that-be to
protect him from the baddies
who exhausts

they would show the way home
if they could…
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eureka how dee do
i play confused
he play “I gotcha!”
leaving and lefting
see i amused?

howdy doo dee
are U yet amused
or yet not aware
there happened
a leaving reversal?

hear me tellin doc
“I’m confused.”
confused? does that mean
you don’t know who or where you are?
simply saying no
brought the most amazing clarity
between me and my doc.

of course we leaf
afire with consume
yellow green orange brown
walking wounded
are the most forgiving.

no turn no return
in the book of love it is written
“A heart once touched
remembers.”

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i want to sing you a love song
though the thought will have todo

there were those divorces
as many children ran away
parents never knowing
how painful their reality

they sent back a song
“and know we love you”

hippies now dead
greatful dead now dead
ain’t enough honey for those honey bears

got a thorn in your day?
a giggle in your laugh?

today’s my personal freak flag day
to my carnate and incarnate loves

who is it that ran around the mulberry bush
all on a summer’s day?

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that we may choose the brothers we keep
we shall not be we shall not be abuse
by brothers who would bleed us and diminish
his brother’s hearth and home
then claiming ownership by blood

for who can choose save their own path
or judge this one right or wrong
beyond what feels
one way or the other

when we can’t say what we feel
we’re in the wrong casa
wrong family wrong friends
we all gonna say things others don’t like
when anger turns red it is anger within
look out!

true righteousness does not shout.
look around you
who’s shouting it out?

seventy how many ways to leave your lover
yeah, singing it Willie,
“Ya gotta know when to fold,
when to walk away,
and when to hold.”

thanks and praises dear Willie
i pray someday you’ll meet
my musical Keyes.

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one quizzical eye seeing
one tender throat still singing
one small heart knowing
her last song is the saddest

all feathers dropping
all wings broken
all hope fleeting
his last breath is the longest

and what do they say
little girl little boy
o the world’s not
running over with joy

knowing humankind
making their own Armageddon
foolish foolish not knowing
it is not they who name the day

nor the gods in heaven
nor the satans on earth
nor false prophets for profit
but the last canary’s croak

“I will save US cries the tea bag”
“I will save US cries the politician”
“I will save US cries the self”
there is a choice

when all the cows come home
when clowns dance on pins
when chickens don’t need a reason
will there be eyes to see and ears that hear?

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yes my dear there is nothing to say
all the toys broken the children have run
we took the carrot and broke the stick
it’s ok the flowers didn’t come
the offer gets us thru another day
honk yer horn if you see Jesus

you’re kidding i say
i see him every day
see those baggy pants and raggedy shoes?
by the hundreds, by the thousands
they came
and they follow him still

what’s your trouble old lady old man
there were no good old days
there’s only tomorrow and tomorrow
nobody stays forever – ask
the little boy dead in his mother’s arms
when tomorrow is

off i am to pillow my head now
and pray it goes to sleep
could you sing me a lullaby?

hush little momma don’t you cry
when you wake we’ll bake a cake
Danny boy’s comin’ home
with the morning sun

truly?

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billions starve
billionaires wannabe trillionaires
Wall Street replaces Ft. Knox
50 US cities break heat record
growing the economy is King

shoulders fold around themselves
vision narrows
cocoon begins to chill
still ears hear the humming machines
no butterfly will come of this
soon to be shroud

we can’t go home this time Kathleen
the daises have all passed away
nor can we meet
on the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond —
as has been written by the ancient ones
“During times of feast by the rich
and famine by the poor
personal sacrifice is requested.”

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