.
Their souls burn night bright
moving with time's
pauses and still lightness
like the man, woman, or child
rapt in sunshine, music, or air
in each found the other
listening to love
.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
The light in air traveling the sky
A forest silhouette
vanishes
as the last powdery cloud
sneaks through the closing
curtain of night
with mountains
all gone
all shifted beneath the
golden eye of the fire
we dream simply
to ourselves
Inseparable
from the earth
underneath leaves
and the light in air
traveling the sky
.
.
vanishes
as the last powdery cloud
sneaks through the closing
curtain of night
with mountains
all gone
all shifted beneath the
golden eye of the fire
we dream simply
to ourselves
Inseparable
from the earth
underneath leaves
and the light in air
traveling the sky
.
.
Passing cars drink the earth
A
gain
and again
passing cars drink the earth
replaced in their passage
into air and water
the oleaginous spot in the ground
whose black is half gotten now
or more by now half gone harder to get
in plumes or in shivering dew
sinking back to the earth
in us all as we pass through
Whose wielded weight in numbness
we inherited
as tears you make
to feel your heart
.
.
.
Disclosure: as much as I dislike oil, I like old cars and the way they look.
I lowered the compression of the engine in the 69 rs/ss convertible pictured above
so it gets good gas mileage. I dont drive it very often. I really like some of the muscle cars from the late 60's and early 70's, especially the way they looked. I guess I am slightly hypocritical in this poem because I keep this car and like it, as it uses oil and burns gas. But, even most electric cars pollute, in the secondary sense of how the electricity they run on was originally produced.
The song is from a 60's band called "Spirit". The video is about the BP oil disaster in the gulf of mexico last year..
gain
and again
passing cars drink the earth
replaced in their passage
into air and water
the oleaginous spot in the ground
whose black is half gotten now
or more by now half gone harder to get
in plumes or in shivering dew
sinking back to the earth
in us all as we pass through
Whose wielded weight in numbness
we inherited
as tears you make
to feel your heart
.
.
Disclosure: as much as I dislike oil, I like old cars and the way they look.
I lowered the compression of the engine in the 69 rs/ss convertible pictured above
so it gets good gas mileage. I dont drive it very often. I really like some of the muscle cars from the late 60's and early 70's, especially the way they looked. I guess I am slightly hypocritical in this poem because I keep this car and like it, as it uses oil and burns gas. But, even most electric cars pollute, in the secondary sense of how the electricity they run on was originally produced.
The song is from a 60's band called "Spirit". The video is about the BP oil disaster in the gulf of mexico last year..
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Swimming the curves of our heart
beneath the breath
shifting gold blood white
into the mud and sea
slow swimming the curves
of our heart
is the air briefly held
holding treasure gone
and won this evening steam
passing through us
lost as a river in the sea
.
shifting gold blood white
into the mud and sea
slow swimming the curves
of our heart
is the air briefly held
holding treasure gone
and won this evening steam
passing through us
lost as a river in the sea
.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sweet Earth Below me
So when...
So today I'll be over
As I once did
with these letters
with their edges in ways I'll try
routine in their Urgency
fraying at the corners
to meet their destination
wandering dark gardens
sweet earth below me
that the road before us
keep important as the dream
.
So today I'll be over
As I once did
with these letters
with their edges in ways I'll try
routine in their Urgency
fraying at the corners
to meet their destination
wandering dark gardens
sweet earth below me
that the road before us
keep important as the dream
.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
On Absinthe Day
the street weaves its overture in cracks
as the sun sets like an apple with whiskers
on Absinthe Day
the third week of June each year
a remarkably frail human being
at the drying facility at Boveresse
comes in
to contact with experience
at Boveresse now Val de Travers
I am now and will always be
in love with You forever.
.
*I'm gone for about two weeks . I will miss you all. <3
as the sun sets like an apple with whiskers
on Absinthe Day
the third week of June each year
a remarkably frail human being
at the drying facility at Boveresse
comes in
to contact with experience
at Boveresse now Val de Travers
I am now and will always be
in love with You forever.
.
*I'm gone for about two weeks . I will miss you all. <3
(not my wedding!)
Sunday, May 1, 2011
In Love With Rushing Water
As the sun drains
from the sky the
world dies and
my fingers fill
into the spaces
I've lived through
The physical stories
still breathing as
memories embedded
in the vivid settings
inside my heart
to after a spring rain
when a sister and brother
played by a flooded curb
in love with rushing water
.
from the sky the
world dies and
my fingers fill
into the spaces
I've lived through
The physical stories
still breathing as
memories embedded
in the vivid settings
inside my heart
to after a spring rain
when a sister and brother
played by a flooded curb
in love with rushing water
.
Friday, April 29, 2011
What God says without words
This year
Spring came early and clean
as a warm breeze
draped over winter's spine
When God said without words
I Love You When God said without words
.
.
Most Poems Have Burrs
Most poems have burrs
some that fall off and
stick to us
some poems have burrs
like stellate stars
that penetrate the heart
and warm the liver
and some have burrs
that are scary or cold
and kind of make you shiver
this poem has a burr too
I'm totally in Love with You
and I really am... it's true.
I hope that doesn't
give you the flu.
.
some that fall off and
stick to us
some poems have burrs
like stellate stars
that penetrate the heart
and warm the liver
and some have burrs
that are scary or cold
and kind of make you shiver
this poem has a burr too
I'm totally in Love with You
and I really am... it's true.
I hope that doesn't
give you the flu.
.
It's Going To Be A Huge Kiss
The Queen looks wonderful...and the bride so happy!
as may you have life in the world to come, everlasting..I see elton john but no mick yet.
6:27 AM ( Eastern Time US) nice prayer...what is the"evil" that builds compelled to be released?
Getting rid of it seems at first logical, but it's better to hold it in ... it will dissipate
( but what if the evil does some good? eeeks ...still it's better to hold it in ...if you can!)
7:15 AM It's nice that the weather held up.The guard horses are doing a great job. The dry ground providing for extra bounce. The bride is still smiling, and they're arriving now at Buckingham Palace,
the flower girls seen on the three giant screens. This does make you think about getting married.
It can't be helped... well done London!
as the world waits for a kiss
7:50 The crowd is marching towards the Palace waving Union Jacks. I think this may be a sign to invest in the market. It's orderly because they know what's coming. I can't help but think of a particular first kiss, but as exciting as it was, it pales in comparison to what's coming...( I have to admit I'm also thinking about kissing you! That would be bigger than this..but I am excited enough . I must try not to think of such things right now)
The second kiss was pretty good, better than the first and good enough to seal the deal.
Very nice! It seems the Queen has had enough and wants her drink now.
The bride gave a wonderful last glance, over her shoulder to the crowd as she walked inside and now I see people are walking in the fountain. All in all a great show. It's time to go shopping , bye!
As lovely as
the Trust I Believe in
You were not
1 Any of the various North American vultures
2 A pleonectic person
3 really You in your Angel Skin coat
as may you have life in the world to come, everlasting..I see elton john but no mick yet.
6:27 AM ( Eastern Time US) nice prayer...what is the"evil" that builds compelled to be released?
Getting rid of it seems at first logical, but it's better to hold it in ... it will dissipate
( but what if the evil does some good? eeeks ...still it's better to hold it in ...if you can!)
7:15 AM It's nice that the weather held up.The guard horses are doing a great job. The dry ground providing for extra bounce. The bride is still smiling, and they're arriving now at Buckingham Palace,
the flower girls seen on the three giant screens. This does make you think about getting married.
It can't be helped... well done London!
as the world waits for a kiss
7:50 The crowd is marching towards the Palace waving Union Jacks. I think this may be a sign to invest in the market. It's orderly because they know what's coming. I can't help but think of a particular first kiss, but as exciting as it was, it pales in comparison to what's coming...( I have to admit I'm also thinking about kissing you! That would be bigger than this..but I am excited enough . I must try not to think of such things right now)
It's going to be a HUGE KISS though!
The second kiss was pretty good, better than the first and good enough to seal the deal.
Very nice! It seems the Queen has had enough and wants her drink now.
The bride gave a wonderful last glance, over her shoulder to the crowd as she walked inside and now I see people are walking in the fountain. All in all a great show. It's time to go shopping , bye!
As lovely as
the Trust I Believe in
You were not
1 Any of the various North American vultures
2 A pleonectic person
3 really You in your Angel Skin coat
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.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Sea Light In Black Water
I wish I could take
most of you back
the a/c makes an icy reply
and she scoots over
the seat belts turned on
Sea light in black water
.
most of you back
the a/c makes an icy reply
and she scoots over
the seat belts turned on
Sea light in black water
.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Trees Touch The Air
Quietly trees touched the air
inching toward clouds as
they gently tunneled downward
Their branches weighted to the
changing days
slowly sailed ships that
moved onward
Trees with clothes, wheels, and flowers
drawn upon their leaves
now sail their ships
with true natures inaudible
still cling to each other somehow
As their roots breathe in hardened air
and their branches walk through stone.
.
inching toward clouds as
they gently tunneled downward
Their branches weighted to the
changing days
slowly sailed ships that
moved onward
Trees with clothes, wheels, and flowers
drawn upon their leaves
now sail their ships
with true natures inaudible
still cling to each other somehow
As their roots breathe in hardened air
and their branches walk through stone.
.
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