The clever can use
While the genius copy.
A handful of umber ovoids
Splitting red at the seams
Bridled long enough
Under shrouds of duff and aching ice
Now reach in yogic posture
Grounding deep and grasping towards
Their heaven
And dreaming of the possibilities
In unimaginable days and dawns
Only predictable by looking back for wisdom
Only attainable by living on in hope.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
April 22
I like people who like me, don’t you?
Even one’s who like me for the “wrong” reasons
Such as:
They like me for reasons that are not good for me or
They like me for reasons that are not good for them.
Sound familiar? Ah the heartache…
Regardless, it get’s the juices flowing
And that’s what it’s all about,
The juices
Getting the right peptides locked into the appropriate receptors.
(OK, that actually sounds dirty doesn’t it? But true, either way!)
I once had a student, slightly spelling-challenged, who left a love note
That fell into my hands, plaintively asking,
“Do you lick me?”
Hmmm?
Cutting right to the chase, or perhaps a Freudian slip?
Or at least a petticoat.
And despite the consequences, he will likely go a long way,
With a passing grade for chutzpa if not for spelling.
Being beings of largely juice, water mostly,
Requiring procreation,
Effrontery is essential
In order to keep the sap flowing
And even without our active knowing
We are living out our sweet design
And isn’t it just so divine?
~
Thanks for reading.
I hope you liked my poem, and if you did
I likely like you.
Even one’s who like me for the “wrong” reasons
Such as:
They like me for reasons that are not good for me or
They like me for reasons that are not good for them.
Sound familiar? Ah the heartache…
Regardless, it get’s the juices flowing
And that’s what it’s all about,
The juices
Getting the right peptides locked into the appropriate receptors.
(OK, that actually sounds dirty doesn’t it? But true, either way!)
I once had a student, slightly spelling-challenged, who left a love note
That fell into my hands, plaintively asking,
“Do you lick me?”
Hmmm?
Cutting right to the chase, or perhaps a Freudian slip?
Or at least a petticoat.
And despite the consequences, he will likely go a long way,
With a passing grade for chutzpa if not for spelling.
Being beings of largely juice, water mostly,
Requiring procreation,
Effrontery is essential
In order to keep the sap flowing
And even without our active knowing
We are living out our sweet design
And isn’t it just so divine?
~
Thanks for reading.
I hope you liked my poem, and if you did
I likely like you.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
April 20
You have nicked me more than once
Drawn blood,
But I was careless and so deserving
On better days
We peeled bark from an Aspen stick and roasted
The best meal over an open fire
You were always there
To help
To rescue
To serve when needed
And to stay in reserve
Red, sharp and ready.
You unscrewed corks
Popped tops and opened cans,
And cut, long before the Veg-o-matic.
And until today we traveled
Maine to Colorado
Newfoundland and Mexico
Cracking lobsters, slicing limes
Trimming nails and a thousand more mundane moments
Until today when TSA took you away
From me
For the first time in some forty years.
I lament your loss friend,
For I am now just a bit more alone.
Drawn blood,
But I was careless and so deserving
On better days
We peeled bark from an Aspen stick and roasted
The best meal over an open fire
You were always there
To help
To rescue
To serve when needed
And to stay in reserve
Red, sharp and ready.
You unscrewed corks
Popped tops and opened cans,
And cut, long before the Veg-o-matic.
And until today we traveled
Maine to Colorado
Newfoundland and Mexico
Cracking lobsters, slicing limes
Trimming nails and a thousand more mundane moments
Until today when TSA took you away
From me
For the first time in some forty years.
I lament your loss friend,
For I am now just a bit more alone.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
April 17
Peace
Peace
(Peace)
Peace
“Peace”
Peace
peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
- Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace x 2
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace?
Peace
Peace!
Peace
Peace?
Peace
Peace!
Peace
Peace.
Friday, April 15, 2011
April 15
spring has drawn a curtain such
that i cannot see long or deep
into the woods
and even though in february
i long for her to unfurl
the leaves and vines
of renewal
i secretly hold dear the moments
on cold trails or searching (leering) through frosted glass
peering past the rows of rough bark
and gnarly branch hoping
to find
seeking to know
the secret of the hills
and boulders
caressing their broad shoulders
and thighs
loving them and knowing that
they will soon drop behind the green curtain
finding their flirtatious privacy
in the company of the growing chaos of the forest
that i cannot see long or deep
into the woods
and even though in february
i long for her to unfurl
the leaves and vines
of renewal
i secretly hold dear the moments
on cold trails or searching (leering) through frosted glass
peering past the rows of rough bark
and gnarly branch hoping
to find
seeking to know
the secret of the hills
and boulders
caressing their broad shoulders
and thighs
loving them and knowing that
they will soon drop behind the green curtain
finding their flirtatious privacy
in the company of the growing chaos of the forest
Thursday, April 14, 2011
April 14
There you are (or so it seems)
A bit remote, a disconnect
From me and where
I
Am
Today.
It is a pity.
You come across quite Madam Tussauds,
Buffed and glossed,
Quite rain repellant, no doubt
And tear repellant too.
I wonder what might sprout
From your earbuds,
A flower that might welcome pollination?
Or some sadly sterile fruit
Genetically engineered
That will not bruise so easily
During this transit?
A bit remote, a disconnect
From me and where
I
Am
Today.
It is a pity.
You come across quite Madam Tussauds,
Buffed and glossed,
Quite rain repellant, no doubt
And tear repellant too.
I wonder what might sprout
From your earbuds,
A flower that might welcome pollination?
Or some sadly sterile fruit
Genetically engineered
That will not bruise so easily
During this transit?
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