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Birthday… a pantoum


My new year turns again with the Sun return.  I return here to share again .   Thanks for reading.

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They come with the speed of light in the getting older

That day that celebrates a full turn around the Sun

When all the planets align in some celestial order

And one more year checks itself into your body

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That day that celebrates a full turn around the Sun

Time as it is understood in Earth’s gravity language

And one more year checks itself into your body

And the waiting of how the end will come to find you

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Time as it is understood in the Earth’s gravity language

Makes no real difference in how the years will etch into you

And the waiting of how the end will come to find you

Breathing holds us all in the box of living

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Makes no real difference in how the years will etch into you

When all the planets align in some celestial order

Breathing holds us all in the box of living

They come with the speed of light in the getting older

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THE SKY HAS BEEN CRYING FOR DAYS


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In my little part of the MidWest, it’s been raining and raining, and then raining some more.

There is so much goodness in the rain;  the way the thunder rolls right through you, energizing.

The way those clouds gather and grey in the vast turbulence, bursting with storm.

Rain is a desired want for so many places on the Earth.  It comes to some and not to others.

Like too much humidity in the summer that I really am not fond of, I hesitate to critique the rain’s giving.

And… I’m ready for the clouds to open to blue and the sun’s more tender touch to the earth.

I want a whisper of cool breeze all over me.

So… these are my poems for these rainy days…

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The sky has been crying for days

Laid it’s flood all over the land

Surely those crocodile tears come

from a galactic belly laugh at us

fools held to gravities pull of the

Earth’s collaboration with the Heavens

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A Pantoum…

The sky has been crying for days

Giving giant heaving belly laughs

Profound thunderous sobs of grief

Earth collaborates with the Heavens

Giant heaving belly laughs

When the world isn’t being comical

Earth collaborates with the Heavens

Seeking joy and goodness in the wherever

When the world isn’t being comical

When desperation, hunger, and war win

Seeking joy and goodness in the wherever

There is enough of everything for everyone

When desperation, hunger and war win

Profound, thunderous sobs of grief

There IS enough of everything for everyone

The sky has been crying for days

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HAIKU

The sky cries for days

Poems gather in the tearing

Flooding shares herself

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The Hard and EAse of Flow


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Haiku

Flow is not working

Paradox of opposites

Oxymoron sky

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And then some

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There is sense to a flow

that gives to a natural ease

When going with the flow

finds calm in each moment

.

Till the application of Hard comes

And what was finding ease

Finds velocity by disruption

.

or maybe worse

.

Stagnation pools at your feet

wrapped in a morbid stench

of passivity going no-where

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Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

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Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

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If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

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The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

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Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

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Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

.

Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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Haiku for these Days.


Wholy Grail.

Wholy Grail.

Make all your days Good

Each moment a resurrection

The Full moon rises

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THE ALL WRONG THINKS TO RIGHT ITself… a pantoum


I said to my friend the the other night in some jabber about life, “It sets me right and I do it wrong”.  I captured that little one-liner on to paper and thought that I’d take it and make a poem out of it.  This is that poem.  The think(g) is, is that I couldn’t use that line in it’s exactness.  As you see, I changed it.  I switched it around.  I didn’t at first.  I did start this Pantoum with it exactly as I said it, deciding as I came to closure with it that I needed to switch right and wrong around.  (what a concept)  Not for any poetic justice to the poem, more that I want to set wrong to right in a very personal sense, rather than the other way around.  I could feel it in my body my resistance to it all.  That purest point of view that rattles in the head about … ya, that right/wrong thing.

Tho’ right, like every other concept of belief around it, can be as wrong to another as the right can be, the relativity of it quirked me out.  So… here ya have it.  Go ahead and stick that original sentence in the first and last line and see what you feel/think about it.

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The All Wrong Thinks to Right Itself

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

There in lives the story line of despairing thought

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

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There in lives the story line of despairing thought

Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

There is nothing unknown to all that has always been known

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Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

There is nothing unknown to All that has always been known

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

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Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

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The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

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Poems in the coffee shop: Conspicuous pronouncements.


It’s bitter cold here, -20F.  Not that that has anything to do with these poems I’m sharing, I wanted you to know that.  

Anyway,  I was with my journal, passing into one of my favorite local coffee shops, Mighty Good, in Ann Arbor for about 20 minutes before work.    I ordered a ‘Dirty’ Chai latte, (dirty is always preferred, filthy dirty would be better) and sat in one of two empty tables in the center of the room that was for 8 people rather than one.  I did feel conspicuous. What’s new and …Oh well.

I let myself peruse the room, without staring, trying to be non-invasive;  It seemed the right thing to do, even though I wanted to do some staring and scrutinizing.  Everyone was being very invested into their computer, tapping and scrolling away, mostly ignoring the rest of life around them.  Most everyone was single and alone at a table.

Other than me, there was only one other person not on the computer, and he was writing music; tapping his pencil ever so lightly on the table. He was with his wife.  How did I know she was his wife?  She was actively chatting to someone on the phone declaring him as her husband for some kind of bill they were figuring out.   He, lifting his head, with affirmative nods while she spoke, still tapping some soft rythmn.

These poems are what rolled out of me in those 20 minutes of being conspicuous.

poem mighty good

Finding ease in the shiver

The freeze grabs at the inhales

Pulling up the inner heat

Exhaling a quick warmth

soon to crystalize

A mask of breath

a suspended pause

held to the minus

A blur to the distances

falling like a light snow

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There’s no kidding

You never lost your

childhood flair

for knowing

It All.

Hard to believe

there is a limit

to All.

Perception has a way

of making the world

very small

I wonder if you

can even stand

in that little space

You call larger

than life.

Your life is so small.

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I’m the only one of twenty

I’m not on my computer

I see him, writing music

composition of notes floating

in song across the paper

Music wins

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The notes of life

Sharp and flat

dissident

You could change

your tune

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