Can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me sing?
Could you, would you, love me?
Care for our offspring?
If you would only have me
I could be complete!
So, this song I sing
Incessantly
For you to find
Me sweet!
Category: American Place
These are poems that aim at reflecting something uniquely American in experience. Be it a place. Or a person or an experience. It had to happen somewhere to become something.
Categories
Humanly
This condition
…………Humanly
All my skin falling off of me
All my hair sticking out in
Odd places
Or Not growing at all
As if it Gave Up
on its status (gave into stasis)
My deeply vetted grooves
around eyes and mouth
That have dug in so deep
as I have worried and frowned!
Or that gray hair growing out of
My Third Eye
As if reaching to heaven
to absorb the light.
We call it a pixel
on the top of my head.
I am all too quite sure
that it comes from my dread.
But it’s OK, cause even though
I’m getting older and it’s starting to show
–We regenerate every 8 years or so…
I’ve entered my last 3 cycles
Where it all starts to go
(To Hell…)
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Harmonics
So much work to write music
So much muscle memory
to chisel into stone
until you can play without looking
so that you, yourself, become
One with your instrument,
your words, your songs
and you don’t care if
anyone comes along for the ride
(singing along)
…..For you
……….are no
………….longer here!
You have tapped into the
……….Universal
………….The Harmony
……………The Frequency
……………..The Rhythm
The Resonance of Spirituality
……….and for one
………….small moment
…..The Song
……..Makes you
…..Immortal
On this Earth Day 23
It’s a beautiful Day to Be
Out in the sun even as the wind carries
A warm spring day to make us cheery!
As we clear away clutter
That’s made such a mess,
Like a shed full of old camping gear
And a garage full of Christmas.
We think of how lucky to live on the earth
Sunny sun, diggy dirt, wet water, seedy birth
It all starts today and there’s so much to do
Bursts of growth, reaching out to see you
The Gardener who patiently watches time fly by
As everything at once blooms with life
And welcomes the death with all its fertility
As it brings forth new life and new creativity.
Categories
Broken Neck
I was so excited
……for the new notes
Wanted to hear them
……in the digital soak
Strapped button gave way…
My little girl fell flat on her face!
Broke her neck and
Stole her song.
Made me cry all night long.
No more wah wah
No more crunch
Until the epoxy
Restores her trunk
Stronger than her original form
where she needs to be strung
where she must strike a chord
We hope and pray for her speedy recovery.
May the Gods of Metal answer her
Urgent inquiry!
Categories
Spring Tumult
Just when you’ve celebrated
that spring has come
Winter runs around
coming undone.
She throws her tumult
against the change
She’s not through
And refuses to give way!
She blows her cold
Like the Pig in 3 Wolves
Who terrifies the hounds
for settling down too soon.
This late season assault
out of place in the desert
where Santa Ana waits
to push her to the outskirts
of summer’s warm embrace and
A Sun so bright that the
She seeks the mountains
And the Darkness of Night.
Categories
Winds of March
Blow, blow
Ye winds of March
The violent exchange
Between Winter and Spring
The stirring of everything
to Awaken!
A flurry of life.
I sit, the observer
Usually annoyed by the blasted
onslaught
But, here I caught myself
And closed my eyes — —
The wind blew on by
Until I rode a wave
and floated away
Flying across the seasons
Finally Being
At peace with the Force
that had frayed my ends.
Now a Flag in the wind
My tattered feelings
were lifted away
and in the Sky I stayed
for the day.
Categories
Spring Break
Winter weather
Lingers on
Breaks in the day
Offer pleasures
of Craven Sunshine
To become One
with Warmth and Light
To chase away the shadows
Just, as the wind
Chases a bird off its perch
to flutter and fuss and settle again.
Just, as the wind
sets me to my feet again
and chases me off my rock
back into my hole.
Categories
Saving Daylight
How will we SAVE
THE DAYLIGHT?
Could we put it in our Jars?
Keep it in your pocket
’til you need another hour.
Categories
21 years to this day
On this day 21 years ago
A girl on the dance floor
Stole my soul
I was a sad and
Drunken old fool
Who perked right up
And wiped off the drool
From my Roger Rabbit mouth,
Popped-eye observation of this
most magnificent creature.
I walked right up to her
And started to dance
I wouldn’t take “No”
So, began our romance
With kisses in the parking lot
Of that now burned down bar —
I found my True Love
My Brightest Star!