Category: poetry

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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SUE THE BASTARDs!!!

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world did not end
as you had preached
and you were…

so very gleeful were they
do feel nearly frenzy
lookin’ for — surely soon
“END TIMES”
maybe had not
felt so good
since then/when
childhood experience of
delight/surprise/anticipation

it was good for them

not for us.

the Dusk of Now

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i check the clock
set out this evening’s meds
the reckoning comes
there will be a last time for this ritual
there followed
a very tiny fear shiver
fear of the unknown takes a lot of taming
to spare the heart attacking
me
et tu?

rolling a Bugler
coffee in hand i move westward,
it’s Rose coloured dusk,
between here and there
a daughter decorates a Yucca Xmas tree and
a potbellied stove window
allows me to view the warming blaze
life is good…

after the tiny shiver
comes the memory of “of course you have an end”
and how can you regret it
there is the evolution
from our generation to theirs
evolution
of human consciousness

after dinner i will play a just a game
with systems to check before
action
it’s all click click
not the same as listening to Bach preludes and fugues
but the brain?
any organization is good
with plenty off time
to consider strategy

boring?
could be
i know you won’t tell me
so now i thus
go

of course, love,
i’ll be back 🙂

hair in the brain

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hair in the brain
wild in the sack
hunting that which doesn’t exist
did we not learn anything when
snipe hunting?
got a better metaphor yet?
sock it babe
if you please
hair brain ideas are
born out of
instant
it takes boques of swimmers
to consummate
ei and find
a better built metaphor

a brain in every hair
a pot in every pipe
spring time in the valley
her come back to he
this time…

which came first?
the rooster or the brain

oh praise thy Lord and pass the potatoes
(the day after piggy
and look, what, this Black Friday brings)
and in the beginning there was rain

o sol a mia
how long does love pain last?
haha snorkel
it lasts as long as we hold it

let me go, let me go, lover
lover come back to me
sing it again Charlie
do we sing our way
from love to peace?
can we
will we
might we
shall we?

o Weary Walking Wounded
shoulders
scarred from the weight,
o the we’s who still sing
in their heart brain,
“We shall overcome…”
keep the faith

joy to the world

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better chance of joy
on thanksgiving
without the trappings
of that other holiday

well yeah
there is black Friday
wonder if
if we could/would
defuse that
black (translate – buy)
might that
not
give the world
our world
a better chance
a better odds
of joy
to the world?

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