So much depends -- sorry, WCW -- on the upshot
the downdraft
the uptake
the downtrodden
the uprising
the downcast
the upstarts
the downplays
the uplands
the downwinds
And so much depends - sorry again, Walt -- on
yin
and
yang
both of them, not one or the other
No life without death, light without dark...
blah blah blah we get it, Mr. Watts,
but only in our heads and that's the wrong place for it
It needs to be written on our hearts
but now I sound Biblical
and this was supposed to be spontaneous
Crapshine toodle-oo pisspot Mother Macree alien
invasive species rag-a-muffin carol Dickens
peacepipe terrorist free-for-all Seminole
aging ratter-tatter resistance underground
Words are easy
It's the living of 'em that's hard
And you don't need to be a red wheelbarrow to figure that one out
This is the place on-line where I park my spontaneous thoughts, poetry, etc. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind." ~ Rudyard Kipling "Abuse of words has been the great instrument of sophistry and chicanery, of party, faction, and division of society." ~John Adams "Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth." ~Marcus Aurelius
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Poem #7-2013 Less Can Be More?
It's all vibration,
and relation,
and avoiding castration
and relation,
and avoiding castration
Submitted to Dversepoets.com Open Link Night #108
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Poem #6-2013 Mortality
On waking this morning:
a hintergedanken
Something, slippery ... unspoken
Looming just out of consciousness
Drove to the nearest cemetery
Lay down in the grass atop John Siemens
Never heard of him before
He was mortal like me
Climbed up and sat on his headstone
My feet dangled
Heels bounced on the etched dates:
1945 - 2004
His entire life unfolded in that one-inch dash
Didn't even make sixty years
Wonder if I will
John said it was unlikely
Other dead spoke to me
Mothers and fathers
Gone angels spinning
Around my disbelief
Jumping down
I left two footprints
Dug into the grave
A defiant act not contained in John's dash
Bought an ice cream cone on the way home
Submitted to Dversepoets.com Open Link Night #97
a hintergedanken
Something, slippery ... unspoken
Looming just out of consciousness
Drove to the nearest cemetery
Lay down in the grass atop John Siemens
Never heard of him before
He was mortal like me
Climbed up and sat on his headstone
My feet dangled
Heels bounced on the etched dates:
1945 - 2004
His entire life unfolded in that one-inch dash
Didn't even make sixty years
Wonder if I will
John said it was unlikely
Other dead spoke to me
Mothers and fathers
Gone angels spinning
Around my disbelief
Jumping down
I left two footprints
Dug into the grave
A defiant act not contained in John's dash
Bought an ice cream cone on the way home
Submitted to Dversepoets.com Open Link Night #97
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Poem #5-2013 Forest Haiku
Symptom of nature
I walk through the piney woods
Through myself darkly
Submitted to Dversepoets.com Open Link Night #96
I walk through the piney woods
Through myself darkly
Submitted to Dversepoets.com Open Link Night #96
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Poem #4-2013 Saying No to Death
Saying no to death is not enough
one must also say yes to life
else living becomes a
timid pursuit of breath
shallow triumph of mediocrity
joyless bite of the apple
listless step on someone else's journey
I am a cadaver, walking
among those who haven't
seen the darkness
who revel in the blinding light
darkening the darkness
for those who said
no to death
but forgot to say yes to life
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Poem #3-2013 Rosemary's Hike
Rocky promontory
Natural seating
Whittier pond 700 feet below
The white dots? Ducks
Great and Long Pond in the distance
...and mountain peaks
Turkey vulture soaring gracefully -- eye level
(buzzard is a vulgar term)
Fragrance of new buds
Titmouse crying cheerfully
Calming hum of a passing plane
Whispering branches
All this . . .
ALL OF THIS!
And you had to go and die this morning
Submitted to dversepoets.com for Open Link Night #94
Natural seating
Whittier pond 700 feet below
The white dots? Ducks
Great and Long Pond in the distance
...and mountain peaks
Turkey vulture soaring gracefully -- eye level
(buzzard is a vulgar term)
Fragrance of new buds
Titmouse crying cheerfully
Calming hum of a passing plane
Whispering branches
All this . . .
ALL OF THIS!
And you had to go and die this morning
Submitted to dversepoets.com for Open Link Night #94
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Poem #2-2013 A Spring Day in Academe
With thanks to Gary Snyder for
Four Poems for Robin/A spring night in Shokoko-ji
Last year at this time
I was a whole human being
Teaching (or trying to) at university.
All I knew at that time
Seems lost to me now, except feelings.
Sitting here in class
In my "professor's chair"
I hear voices telling me I can't
And I think about what it's like
To be incomplete.
Submitted to dversepoets.com for Open Link Night #91
Four Poems for Robin/A spring night in Shokoko-ji
Last year at this time
I was a whole human being
Teaching (or trying to) at university.
All I knew at that time
Seems lost to me now, except feelings.
Sitting here in class
In my "professor's chair"
I hear voices telling me I can't
And I think about what it's like
To be incomplete.
Submitted to dversepoets.com for Open Link Night #91
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