“No, Grandma”

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you need no longer give advise
to your grown children
with children of their own
and more…

colors and solutions change
with time and generations
now is a good time to be
amazed, amused, awesomed

“good god great gravel gertie”
eighty good years and now
she speaks her thoughts aloud
and listens

time to count her living angels
and angels passes the veil:
David, Daniel, Tom
mother, father, all relations

perceived perception of time:
one week lasts a month
one day lasts a year
years flash by amazingly

every sunrise a surprise
every visitor makes a holiday
every “holiday” she holds her breath
till the madness is done

so many hours of days to think
questions, unlimited – for now:
out of 114,800,000 US households
how many are singular?

having totally allowed in
the feeling she once knew
of total aloneness and
the first question is why?

Henry is her Jasmine
he blooms thru all seasons
there’s always the gone before
still listening

well only recently
a question was answered:
“We will always hear you,
but sometimes we’re too far away
to answer.”

An Ocean Full of Tears

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sending you an ocean full of tears
there is no containment here
they come in crashing waves
come hold my hand for someday
we will be nearer the shore
though waves crash still
the fierceness will be less so

ah, the shore…
where land meets ocean meets sky
those sacred moments when Father Sun
rises out of the water in East
descends into the water West

no, we are not there
yet
we are in the limbo of fear
the possible loss of one more beloved
the possible loss of The beloved
yours, this time

you remember the drill, my love
breathe in breathe out
He has the will to live
You have enough for you
and for your children

we can not know the path
individually we are on
it is as my daughter oft reminds me
day by day

my candle burns
my thoughts are weak
my heart stretches
to be near you
i will be there
when the last tear drop falls….

Turkey No Longer Comfort Food

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oh, to remember a Thursday in November
of family and dinner and laughter and love
the heavenly aroma of grandma’s turkey roasting
the one she raised and grandpa butchered

no more turkey in the straw
no more gobble gobble
no more mating Tom
not enough gravy to disguise
the tasteless leathery flesh
of a tortured life

“Employees stomped on turkeys’ heads, punched turkeys, hit them on the head with a can of spray paint and pliers, and struck turkeys’ heads against metal scaffolding.
“Men shoved feces and feed into turkeys’ mouths and held turkeys’ heads under water. Another bragged about jamming a broom stick 2 feet down a turkey’s throat.
“A supervisor said he saw workers kill 450 turkeys with 2-by-4s.
“One man said he saw a coworker fatally inject turkey semen and sulfuric acid into turkeys’ heads.”

“Grandma,
where do cruel people come from?”

“My angel, my love,
they are what they eat,
and when they eat
tortured flesh
they live with a tortured soul.”

Drumming

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“But what do they want?”
grandson asks.
Indeed saying they did not believe
land could be owned.
So what do they want?
they want, “I’m sorry?” “Money?”
They should want (don’t we all)
after all these years
to join spirit with science
with all tribes
the sacredness of The Work
to un-pollute this planet
our home
the source of all life.

Inhumanity to any
form of life
pollutes the spirit
endlessly
and Earth dies.
Yes or No?
Now or Never?
When are you coming home boy,
when are you coming home?

Holy Shiver

Truth denied
barometric pressure
every cell remembers

the big cry
now only
softly falling snow

de masses sweat
de master falls
incestuously

two and one-half men
a breech on the soul
of arrogant money

honey
take me back to Ol’ Virginia
or Argentina not crying

two days long
three day nights

call of the Sea
call of Feathers flying
…home.

They dropped your Insurance, did they?

So they dropped your health insurance…
did you ask WHY a Company would do that?
Might it be their struggle to defeat
Obama Care? Would that not be
in the Company’s own self interest?

Well come on over…
here’s a plan you just
just
might like…like…
how would you know if
you loved chocolate
if you never never
ever even
tasted it?

Nothing to lose
Jump in!
The water’s find.

Root Evolution

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as far back as they could look
they were tribes living on the land
their story passed down to generation next

tribes quarreled/killed other tribes
some also traded/interrelated

along came America
39 million homeless
39 million living alone

rugged individualism

“pull yourself up by your own bootstraps”
“do what I say not what I do”
“curiosity kills the cat”

yes we remember the chapters between
there and here? Good!

“the times they are a’changing”

in the horizon
here comes peace
the sons and daughters
become mothers and fathers
to their fathers and mothers
who receive parental love
in a new way
some for the very 1st time

their children?
their children’s children?
it is for them to say
when they too
turn old and grey.

p.s. don’t forget to write.

Little Gods Want Fear and Love

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another sting another dawn
another day cometh along
guilt and shame are not the same
guilt wants revenge
shame wants change

we’ve come a long way babe
from titled lord/lady/knight/prior
and men’s inhumanity to women

at the end of every story a new one
dawn into night into day and back again
into the depth of loss the highness of bliss
comes a man on the run, from or to abyss(?)

tangle the web if you can
hopscotch numbers by the name
jackpot when you name the game.

“do we know
where we’re going to?”

¿ the end or the beginning?

“day by day”

,

Mother Mary came to me,
asking,
“Why did they not let it be?”
i replied with her song
from her sons,
The Beetles,
and the answer came
again:

“Let it be,
let it be.”

They will let it be
by and by
and in the sweet
sound of silence
hear we:

“day by day”