Forms
of
birthing
grown
structures
now
permanent
architecture
—
Forms
of
speaking
natural
structures
now
permanent
nomenclature
—
Forms
of
being
metamorphic
structures
now
permanent
aesthetics
Categories
Category: Poems
To capture being
As we are not things
As “things” go
Us Being
That Is or shall I say
I Am
No thing
So this is where it gets confusing, you see
So often we write of things, describing things, filling empty pages with empty rooms, filling them with words about things to fill whole rooms. But, then enters the main character and that’s when it goes to hell because lead role players are always such emotional beings so it’s tough to say where it will all go and what will set them off so the room fills with emotional predicate.
Categories
Adding Leaves
A Tree never stops adding Leaves
Everyday, Everyyear…
As should be the way of the poet
Everyday a New Page
Everyyear a New Book
Every life a City or village
We enter
Asking for your attention
The town crier
Speaking of the here
And the now
Present for this expression
Of the hearing
Spoken in clear and present tense
The words of the people
So that they may be heard:
What they say—
How they say—
That we may say about them
And this place; The good
And bad and in-between places
That people go to become their
Very own demonstration of their Human
Being. We are here to write it down.
Categories
Prison of judgment
Oh my God are you okay?
You’re writing poetry everyday?
“Geez, oh Pete’s are you alright?”
Write rhymes of reason every night?
What prostrations come from you?
This urgent burst for what is true?
Self-indulgent acts of pride?
Surely you think of suicide?
How can you waste your time, my dear?
With flights of fancy, sex and fear!
Think of yourself as a poet, son?
Give me example of just one?
Who’s as loud as your TV?
My god, boy—they don’t even read!
People you now “represent”?
Locked in a prison of judgement…
Who are you to decide what is present?
Categories
SuperCar
Oil over metal
Fuel into fire
Inertia soon released
Smoke off tires
Green lights blink
Foot off clutch
Pedal to metal
Checkered flag rush
Open up throttle
Chaos in control
Chasing white line
Racing’s in your soul!
“Start your engines!”
Categories
@Macs
We sit and eat
And stare at
The paintings
On the wall
Across the
Street.
They don’t
Really represent
What they
Look like.
Proportions
Off, eyes
Too small
For large
Black heads
Dog and cat,
Couch of
Snake and fish,
Blue iguana.
Staring contest
w/ the cartoon
Crew across
The wall
From them.
GoodShepard
Animal clinic.
“The Doctor Is in.”
Categories
Beautiful Day
Beautiful day
Ruined
By schedules
Subjective
Of course
The day
Perfectly happy
To be perfect
Not bothered by my
Objective
“Off course, re-routing”
Categories
No Ideas but in Things
Poetry is a prison
Capturing
Things
Onto
Pages
Leaving
Every thing
On the
Shelf
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Poetry is a privilege
Turning
Things
Into
Words
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Poetry is a gift
Giving
Things
To
The People
Saving
Things
By
The People
Remembering
Things
Of
The People
Categories
Town Crier
Record 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧
surroundings
Report on the
mundane;
Everyone write a poem
Even if it’s
Insane!
Tell me
All about it
Paint the picture
True
Shout out
For your
City.
Just
Let it flow from you.