Category: poetry

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Raggedy Ann, my Avatar

she’s got attitude
’bout every thing what comes meet her
when she’s whacking ya verbally
she’s crying alone
candle light suffices Ben wonders
are we crazy
connecting electronically?
imagine what?
in cyberspace world one
can be themselves or a rag doll or
whatever is their fancy –
animals, plants, heroes, villains etc et al
male or female
young or old
handicapped or siren/hulk
clown or sage or both
and Ben
those that play facebook games together
learn bunches and heaps about themselves
others
admit their addictions – deny them
be called generous – be called greedy
fall in love – be tricked
spend money and win
don’t spend money and win
meet dear friends – meet dear enemies
fall in/out of love
what we learn about ourselves:
a great wonderful gift.

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so comfortable was i with
everyone friendly until
i wanted something then
leaving the ultra comfort
to the not so much still
it was getting late, time
to go home with
no way to get there i
needed a phone but
the guard at the gate spoke,
“You’ve come to the gate several times
I think you should go out now.”
the tone was “risking arrest”
outside the gates lots of private
groups passing time chatting
at tables of 4 – 6 – looking
around for someone with an unused cell phone
on the table i asked to borrow it
as she pushed it towards me i said
“It’s a local call.”
she pulled back the phone looked
at me suspiciously and asked,
“You haven’t been tested, have you?”
i started to explain i was a nurse
and needed to call a friend to pick me up
no one was listening I pounded the table
and said, “I’m desperate!”
and woke up panting…

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Polymorphing Betty Crocker

“he’s not heavy he’s my turtle”

scratch belly button
prep 4 battling bungled bulges

Bam Bam exhorts Gops to put
“politics aside”

betwixt 10 and 20
no blame.
buts say and hey! and yeah
a cook book. ‘n all ya gotta do is
1) pull factory canned cans from the larder
2) measure white sugar & white
bleached flour
(they oh so lived white)
and 1 & 2 are only the beginning…

Oh sob, oh sad…

“Buckwheat!
Where are you?”

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TEN RECESSIONS SINCE WORLD WAR II

guessing They learned from The Great Depression
to only give us little depressions as in
Recession sounds less depressing?
wiki wiki little zephyr
it’s jus’ because They didn’t understand
consequences
Allan Alda hasta play the Mad
Vet from Vietnam
Synonymous with free speech
Sea Monkey
Anony Mouse flies
better than Miss Piggy wid wings!

Damsey it hussh
den ya can hear her sing!

if we leave our Xmas lights up all year
will They be merrier than they
are without them?
remind anyone of some of that
good Cheer we all proclaimed last year
about eight days ago?

“FOCUS, he ordered,
“focus or be eaten by a dog!”

pause

i’ve already been polymorphed 3 times today
maybe perhaps sometime tomorrow after
our Sun is felt and shining
he’ll be back…

TWO THOUSAND and ELEVEN whats?

let them say

they are lilacs

we did not live

in the days

of Hercules

but remember

the days of Hercules

was an

evolutionary

step

from Beast

there was:

honor
love
respect
belief
in Men & Gods

there was also

The Question,

“When
will it

ever

end?”

o
Rascal, Sadie and Sandy
now gone, dead and gone
all victims of suburbia
and one bully boy
but poor Hesse’s dog
now free to roam
without a name
home alone
none of his neighbors know his name
so lonesome he yet howls
“Hesse won’t you please come home?”
He howls not for food
the neighbors throw him scraps
He howls not for water
water crashes from the sky
It is a mournful howl
his family all up and gone away
and no one knows his name.
Where the shame of holy stains?
Where the politics of life?
December rains heavily upon my roof
“Dog, are you sheltered,
perhaps under a tired old car?
What will stop the rain, this heavy rain?
Nothing?”
o
Have more patience little zephyr
have faith and trust in Mother Nature
perhaps this is only a rinse cycle
perhaps father Sun is only sleeping
the hours are few till He is due
to rise again, so shine again
till ittsy bittsy Charlotte
will up the spout again.

o
midnight in the summer sky
rain falls when eyes are full
i want to stop them so i write
of candles lost upon my desk
of candles placed upon my chest
and vigil candles lit so long ago
in memory of the dead
bath candle no longer used for bath
i place upon my postered wall
it lights my favorite charity
“doctor’s without borders”
it is the way of midnight owls
a silent howling of the heart
in search of peace
o
not too cry little zephyr
desk candle was only hidden from you
there behind those little boxes, see it?
light it, the wall candle also
for a wider view
not to worry weary zephyr
doctors without borders know
you’d join them if you could
hauling around your oxygen in a tank
is hard to do
what su do with your donations
is as much the donation
as the moral support
of knowing others care
enough
to give.