Friday, December 21, 2012

November 29, 2012: Confession By Stephen Dobyns

The Nazi within me thinks it's time to take charge,
The world's a mess; people are crazy.
The Nazi within me wants windows shut tight,
New Locks put on the doors. There's too much
fresh air, too much coming and going,
The Nazi within me wants more respect. He wants
the only TV camera, the only bank account,
the only really pretty girl. The Nazi within me
wants to be boss of the traffic and traffic lights.
People drive too fast, they take up too much space.
The Nazi within me thinks people are getting away
with murder. He wants to be boss of spirit murder.
He wants to be boss of bananas, boss of white bread.
The Nazi within me wants to wash their hands, sit up straight,
pay strict attention. He wants to make certain
they say yes when he says yes, and no when he says no,
He images everybody sitting in straight chairs,
people all over the world sitting in straight chairs.

PS: a piece unique to read, but totally fictional from the author's perspective...thanks...cheers...

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Jabez Arnold

your living ones,
do you know what you are?
And what is being done with you?
You're leaves on the stem of life,
and the stem of life and the root of life
are using you to extract from the infinite
what shall return to the infinite-
Involution and evolution forever!
This is the secret, manifested materially before your eyes,
in the leaves of the trees,
which extract from the sun and the air,
Sweets and colors,
And hand them on to the stems
and the roots of the tree
until the leaves have given all,
and nothing flush of exhaustion
From ultimate sacrifice!

Friday, November 30, 2012

The Love That Never Fails By George Matheson

There is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts
when sinks the beams of light.
There is an arm that never tires
when human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails
when earthly love decays.

The Perception of ...

Random readings,
Pages of heavy sentiments,
listening to the soft bell sound
on roof top's air system,
not worrying about a thing,
But doing some thoughts reprogramming,
He is a solid thing,
His expectation seals the relational deal,
love fills my heart
with his being around:
his music, his movies,
his news, his firmness,
his influences, his wisdom,
his habit, his flexibility,
his taboos, his dreams,
It's wrong to judge or complain without reasons,
He seems the perfect reasons to smile,
and get up early, and dwell on life, for quite a while.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

A Pretty Woman By Simon J. Ortiz (Albuquerque, New Mexico)

We came to the edge
of the mesa
and looked below.
We could see
the shallow wash
snaking down
from the cut
between two mesas,
all the way from black Mountain;
and the cottonwoods
from that distance
looked like a string of turquoise.
and the land
was a pretty woman
smiling at us
looking at her.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Shift By Kay Ryan

Words have loyalities
to so much
we don't control.
Each word we write
rights itself
according to poles
we cannot see, think of
magnetic compulsion
or an equal stringency.
It's hard for us
to imagine how small
a part we play in
holdinh up the tall
spires we believe
our minds erect.
The north shifts,
building shear
and we suspect.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Now and The Present Tense!

Sometimes I image things,
Maybe it's just some assumption,
They glow like a gold claw,
either pleasing me,
or sadden my moments.
In terms of things that come in sight,
everything has a fate of its own, in woods.
The blue jacket sitting at the sofa is his,
The red arm chair next to the round coffee table
welcomes his supper time visits daily,
He is always on time, solid returner,
Although things appear non-linear,
and transform in multiple-dimensional senses,
Bad ghosts vanish in his presence,
I grab the raw look and feel amused
by the present tense...
So far,
So Good.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The eXciting Drops of Words 4 Library Materials

Sequoyah, eXciting
awarded books, western, audio
books, science fiction,
Mystery, music
CDS, large print, 1040
2012 tax return forms.
Collected fiction,
Religious, yellow pages,
Self-help books are cool,
Internet access is easy,
Renewal is yep!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Knoxville, TENnessee (Quincy Troupe)

Summer comes easy,
fresh corn,
shorts plus t-shirts,
Think blanket in beds,
i also enjoy
barefoot beach walks,
no school days,
international vacations,
music camp concerts,
above all,
driving is a cool business,
no ice or snow storms to worry,
everything is perfect like TEN!

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Unafraid (Poetry Week 75)

Afterthought to now?
Determined, I blaze the
chill woods,
Without worrying about the
life and death ahead.
Hands on throttle,
Advancing the icy water,
I'm unafraid.

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Eternal Object and Rome

In the vast universe,
Earth is as infinitesimal
as a cell of the mink,
Time is a long river
that stretches to infinity,
One's life time seems very ephemeral,
Elapse as quick as
the blink of the eyes,
Some call Rome of Italy the eternal city,
The question is;
Do we have anything cope with Rome's
forever beauty in the ever-flowing river of history?
Maybe, if yes,
there should be love, the burning passion
between two devoted souls, heart to heart!
Eternal love is part of divinity.

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Saturday, October 6, 2012

Transmitting on Choices

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10) 

Happiness arrives at seven,
not at eleven!
Happiness is not about ownership,
But about comprehension and partnership.
Happiness is not being clever,
But being productive and improving for better!

Monday, October 1, 2012

From Mexico Shore To Himalaya Mountain

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

We sit on a cliff like curs, chins pressed to thumbs,
dew on the grass, and our thoughts float the glazed night sky,
South of Boston, East of Washington,
Bread baked for dinner is not served,
The Northern star for the guidebook,
We've knotted closer in innocence and guile,
I imagined I was chasing you when you're seven,
How we charged so far beyond our courage altitude,
Bluebells in your hair, and we eventually
mind lodged in mind, feel love like Heaven!