Category: poetry

on the 8th day of winter
my true love gave to me
one more hero to love…
one i’m joyed to sing to:
“anchors away, my fallon,
an-chors a-way!”

.

how much is that fishy in the window
not for sale then will/might you play
a tune on the stringed mandolin
not a mandolin?
nm (and never mind)
yeah LoL i do a’mix my cyber chat

hello love
hello strong woman
with surely art
of a Mona Lisa smile
how very nice to meet you
might i light a fire
and serve you a cup of tea
?

{..}

Virginia don’t want him
lord he can’t go back there
right eye taking aim with pointed finger
left eye lookin’ away Dixie Land

some people do get left coal
on xmas eve
and maybe all of youse
who point a scolding finger at us’ens
for simply using short hand re “x”
take an sprain
coal is good for a cold

<..) argue with myself till one of us says, "neither point really matters" the point is one step forward from the beginning of "crazy if you hearing voices" to knowing when given the freedom our inner voice will give us a second opinion fully knowing final choice is the stronger when both voices agree now let us all go walk our talk after we've had a good talk with our selves silent night, holy night a starting point to voice within silence a l l hearts are fragile love is something if you give it away give it away, give it away give away some time it'll come running back to us in time or even instantly when everything is equal

Dear Mr./Ms. Conservative,

it is hard to be needy
don’t you know
no/maybe
well i can tell you
being there now

) it is harder to receive than give
maybe except when
the receiver does often perceive
the giver with an attitude
of “better-than-thou”
and
the embarrassing givers attitude
of “lesser-than-thou”

) when receiver and giver
feel of equal worth
well then

joy on earth
joy to the people
joy to learn
we are all one
in different guise

might we, this night
see and hear
one human heavenly chorus sing

joy?

,

Daniel read that right
as the propieter of mi casa
visitors are visitors
i’ve spent the time
blood/sweat/tears
for this title
my family knows me
and visitors do…or not

living as a hermit
has the reputation
of being too stuck
in his own routine
but/and/wherefore i say
there is the equal and opposing hermit
who will say
“i reserve the right to change my mind
in an instant if deemed necessary,
…some change-my-minds
longer
some yeah, i’ll say it
a
life
time
,

<..) the heart once touched forgets-you-not brave heart, strong heart heart so built to heal itself stronger & braver than pre breaking making making more lovin' real those times we cage our human heart we hurt ourselves and those who love us do not be/mislead please nor jealous or rejected when one you love does not wish to abide en su casa this does not kill love you do as long as you need to stay in your heart cage do so until you are knowing: the heart once touched forgets-you-not.

{,,}

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
.

< ..) 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…