- P.D.G.'s Poetry -

THERE WILL BE A READING AND BOOK SIGNING OF THE WAYFARER SONNETS AT THE PLAINSBORO PUBLIC LIBRARY ON SUNDAY JUNE 4TH FROM 2:00 UNTIL 4:30 P.M. WITH REFRESHMENTS. PLEASE JOIN US THERE.

This page is a chronological offering of a few of my poems.



UPDATED:   (Excerpts from P.D.G.'s 64 Wayfarer Sonnets)

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The Poems

In A Moment
When We Make It
The Dark Closet
Love on the Brink of Forever
For My Father on His Death
Adirondacks Winter
Sharing Lukemia & Transcendence
That's Life
Cardiac De-construct
Stunning Cats & Dogs
Travelin' Time
For The 2K Poets
Weekend Blues
Self-ish
Haiku
Kids These Days
Cicada
Heavens
No Doubt
Earth Day
Be Here,Now
Maturity
Miles
Creationist's Boogy-Woogy
kkkmen
My Compass,Karma,&Just Desserts
Temptation's Joy
Summer: Heatwaves/Breezes
Wayfarers


IN A MOMENT (1970)

In a moment the heart can
feel the eternity of life.
The first light sparkle of sun
just edging into day.
The message of a silent pleasure
felt in a touch,
maybe someone you like.
Or that sigh of motion
flopping into a cool bed after a full day of being...

In that instant of the ball drifting
through the hoop, hitting that
special note on your mouth harp...
Or gazing into a starlit night
as a skyrocket culminates in geysers
of fire...

Even when you finally accept that
tearing realization: she doesn't
love you...and...
In that moment,
when,all you've said, done, felt
all flows together
into a life,
you die.


WHEN WE MAKE IT (1971)

When we make it gal
It's like always in the tree-tops
It's mudslidin' happy and warm river swimmin'
It's sunbeams dancing with rainbows and singin'
It's flowers spreading petals and flutes in deep woods
It's church-organ majestic and mmm-mmm good!

When we make it gal
We transcend like mantras
We're sky-born and gleefull
We may just go bonkers
We're in a dream state so peacefull (rockin' and rollin')
When we make it gal, it's like church bells a-tollin'...

When we make it gal
There aint a devil for miles 'cept me and I'm flyin'
There's no scent of bad apples or lost souls stopped tryin'
Aint a tear-drop or rain-drop, 'cept those the sun freed
Aint a bit of regret or bein' discrete
There's no cloud overhead or rock underneath,
No cloud overhead or rock underneath,


THE DARK CLOSET

Where sinister cloaks
  hang like skeletons
 any human/family would hide.
Woven from a skein of hate,
 looming white, insidious
 like your cotton mouth's maw.
Home-spun from a yarn,
 silky with mendacity
 yet shoddy as sin itself...

Each costume is a blind
 Which soulless visages will slink behind
 (evil's mein fears recognition)
This garb, ghastly, ghostly, grim
 is for reaping strange fruit
 into stores of sour wrath.
Coward's cowls donned by the unholy
 as anti-gay apparel
 in an inhuman guise of narrow-minded faith...

Under a fool's cap that dupes
 only dunces down a crooked path,
 pied-pipered into a fall from grace-
By a clan of clueless clucks;
 a murder of chicken-shits,
 with nothing to crow about.
These hoods are drawn & taut with fear
 over the empty heads
 holding nothing but feted ignorance....

Dark closets of evil men overflow
 with rank detritus of deeds done,
 caught like dew in a spiders web...
Just as grey flanel replaces white sheets,
 truth's bare bones show through-
 fed by hate & thus starved lean.
So even if memory is short and fickle
 in the keep of fools,
 The future, as Spring
 will always bring a cleansing...


LOVE ON THE BRINK OF FOREVER (1972) for Christine

Our Love like the scent of shore grass;
grown green and graced,
or apples cultured with care
gathered on hand-held walks,
was savored in sweet gulps
along shell-strewn beaches.

Now our Love has grow wild
as grass near the ocean
swirled and furled and whirling about
'neith shower crowded clouds.
Wet whistled and jug howling
over unharbored inlets of gnarly-trunked trees.

Still our Love grows hardy as shore grass
salt-seasoned on granite...
while rocks tumble downward
kerplunking in shallows, splashing in gushes
of surf on the shore

Yet our Love may grown emerald
as grass by the sea
swayed and tossed-rowdy
in the storm rumbled lands
ocean spay showered
and pelican pestered
with wind winged gullies
on clovered coves

And our Love like shore grass
shall grow sunned and dewed
even as molted feathers
scatter like flotsom
prance in leaps, on cold-stiff breezes
over wide, white beaches.


FOR MY FATHER ON HIS DEATH 1975


As dusk comes in Winter
too early
with freed leaves spinning earthward
you found your wait over and a place to go

From my window I see woods
and the stopt flow of frozen water

Now you are light, without gravity or grasp
or need of them

Something beyond life called you
this you heard
I, your muted seed, still yearn for your ear
still reach for your heart

Colder now then ever
having had your full stretch of limbs
Your reach will never be toward me again


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ADIRONDACKS WINTER 1982

While you slept, I lumbered from our snug cabin
to fetch wood before sun set.
Smelling only forest, clean and icey-crisp,
I stopped in my snow-crunching tracks.
I could hear nothing.
Then wind in far off trees,
then nothing ...

The loons of summer flown,
The gaggles of geese
challanging the autumn foliage for attention-
all gone...
Silent
my breath halted,
without thought
I closed my eyes awhile...
hearing only my heartbeat

Opening my eyes to the world
still there, white-grey-brown trees.
A streak of pastel sunset through dense cloud-cover
Silence.

By and by, lake-ice cracked, muted under snow cover,
muted yet distinct in the cold...
Then wind,again, in far off trees.
I blinked,
Somehow changed.
holding a time
I can return to...
Still.


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SHARING LUKEMIA & TRANSCENDENCE for Liz M.(1984)

The last time we shared each other
It was wave upon wave for her
She was so full of life and joy
Before she told me I knew
(We were linked deep within each-other)

Intwined, I climbed with her
Elated to share our floating
From the world
Into a realm of sensual bliss,
Feel her out of her self with pleasure

We both knew she was dieing,
Yet the rapture of those moments seemed like Heaven on Earth

The last time I saw her was two days before Christmas
I'd brought her good herb
To ease the chemo.
She begged me to kidnap her
Take her to Bali
Find a Holy man to cure her
Save her life

If only I could have,
She was so scared and young
Yet, she left the world behind...

I went to see my family,
Keeping my grief unshared
Behind a holiday face

After she was gone a while
I came to Bali (another Heaven on Earth)
I looked out on the beach and palm trees
Trying to give her my eyes, wherever she was
(We are still linked deep within)

I think I felt her seeing with me
It was what I needed to feel

The joy of those moments seemed slight
There was floating from the world being shared
And ascending beyond my Earth-bound capacity

Yet my emptyness still sought release...
Hoping the potential of Heaven is consciousness
In the fullness of her memory


THAT'S LIFE...San Francisco 1985

This evening at my local
An angry man hit me over the head with a half empty bottle of beer...
I had only been nearest to him,
laughing along with everyone else, when he got angry.
After a short scuffle I back-handed him out the door.
Some one else threw him his hat -
When the cops showed, an hour later;
(after the bartender had given me an ice-pack and free booze)
we only gave them the truth to wash down their donuts...
- He didn't want to spend $2.00 on a beer in the Tenderloin.
So who does?


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CARDIAC DE-CONSTRUCT - For Schopenhauer (1990)

There are women running around/a part of me for their own;
My hearts' essence
Theirs' to have
I gave this to them happily

I dont know if or where, what used to be me, is kept
I get the feeling some is atrophied
Butterflied with pinned wings
While some is snug, cherished,
Tucked in at night

Often I feel my heart is whole and huge and strong
Nothing is missing, I am full of trust
On my own two feet I walk the Earth

This may be a little thing to a world making History,
And old hat on TV
But in a life still beating with the pulses of our universe
In the blameless tick/tock of constant change

It makes me feel
What has been given,
Is just fine
As it is


STUNNING CATS & DOGS - for Hector (1993)

I am not a cat person
I am a dog person
I admire cats, because...
it is, I think impossible to stun a cat...
Still, I love the way dogs respond to life!
Once my dog did a double-take, when,
he first saw me after being away six months.
Maybe his nose had given no clue,
but he was stunned.

Once when I awoke very late,
he pranced around me, mewling and yipping
Looking at him, I asked "you want out?"
"Uh-huh," he sounded human!
I let him out...uh-huh!
A cat wouldn't have needed, or wanted
to be good enough,
to wait until it's need was great enough
to communicate beyond it's cool ways.

The dog spoke to me,
I did a double take, stunned.


TRAVELIN' TIME (Constant Change) '99    (For A.T.P.et.al.)


Though I know the stops before announced
This train I ride so often from the city, to the city
Tenders a feeling of travel without routine...

Winter's bare trees
Open spaces
Yielding unremembered vistas

Even on crowded runs
My seperatness is not encrouched upon
As I am only vulnerable to my own fate
I don't feel this in a jet, with it's massed rush of condensed change...

How many lives to sojourn with?
Such beauty in our human diversity!
Some welcomed getting off
Others come on,   departing...
How long to be missed?

So I think of other trains to other places

Worlds apart, yet with no more magical names than Metuchen, Newark,or Manhattan
Trains evoking sweet rememberance of a shared humanity

Labor strikes making the routine London/Saint Albans commute a jolly/bloody adventure
Hopped freights in Montana, under the big sky
Along the sparkling Yellowstone river,
Saint Cloud to Spokane...open box car free as air

Or on olden narrow gauge
Through rice-paddy by Borobudur, Java
Through jungles near Limon, Costa Rica
Through the dusts of Mandalay
After the jungle was gone but it was still Burma

No seating, crammed, down the boot of Italy;
Then back up on snore-laden sleeper, Brendisi to Paris
Or,ahh, first class slumber; Krung Thep to Singapura via Kuala Lumpur
Luxuriant with a full moon down the Kra Isthmus

In tempos of furthering   and rest
At each cross-road halting
Station after station

I've ventured out into most of these places
With memory holding my youth
Spiraling away in ever vaster realms
of accelerating time and space

Only my mind's extended grasp is worth the fare here
Wherever I am bound...


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FOR THE 2K POETS: (1999)
(YES We Have NO)

Step right up for the Millennium of the Millennium !!
Buy it on time
Get it on time
Step RIGHT up, don't be LEFT out,
Get DOWN with yr bad self, it's UP to you,
Any excuse for a party!!!!

Let's dance, let's rock out!
It's happening in Our life times... any day
Now!!
Don't miss this chance to BUY/SELL, BUY/SELL,BUY/SELL...

Have you been wanting all your life for this ?
Your time on Earth is already -
A fine deposit
For this cosmic prelude to the Future

Forget that "dust To dust" stuff
NOTHING HEAVY !
EVERYTHING LIGHT !
The only CONSTANT, is CHANGE !

Even though it is really our LAST year
(Of 2000) we are celebrating
Not the FIRST of another..
How many ya figure we got LEFT?
Even if it was Constantine
Switching Apollo/Mithras' big day
For Christs'... RIGHT?
Even though in most calanders it's just another day...

EVEN if it seems very ODD
There is yet Tet
The year of the Dragon
Rosh Hashana
Ramadan
& the end of the Mayan world in 2012

Any excuse for a party
Or use for marketing
SOMETHING...
What!?
NOTHING Else On Your Apocolyptic Calander?
Apocolypse means Revelation not distruction...
Got Any peace of mind?
Wanna piece o' mine?
Gimme dat banana!


WEEKEND BLUES (2000)

Far from New York City
Grandchildren laugh
Through eternally blue sky weekends
Their symphony of love falls into
Mondays' open breifcases...


SELF-ISH (to S.Pagones)

How ... discribing yourself as kind,

Skulking behind phrases through which most can see
lieing through girlish harp-shaped lips and churlish smarm
Posturing as if oozing charm, butch as only a closeted sadist can be...

You desire The World to be blind.

While the true picture of you only your victims and abeters can frame
(Billy Stanton, Wojo, and Pappy ...took no heat; poor little Stephy took all the blame),

But maybe yr ex & yr girls know as well...
Did you play in there feces too? Do you think that they'll tell?

Or did they leave you 'cause you rape black children, foreseeing your Hell ?

Thousands know what you are and soon millions will!
Still you wish the world to be blind.

And The World just wishes to leave you,
and your ilk...
behind...


HAIKU

Crook'd limbs soar up
Emphatically alive
Over scarred bark


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KIDS THESE DAYS

Blue as sharks
Armored with silence
Through oceans smelling of ink
Children get what they want
Like pages torn from a book
Scavenged with impulsive
Needless greed
The real meal obfuscated
By a hunger for things out of context...

The tome that life tenders
Barely scanned by the sonar
They call TV


CICADAS-

Free from cocooned sleep
Cicadas chortle their quivering sound
Soporific, trembling, insistent
The very sound of desire...
Listen.


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HEAVENS

In Heaven
Peace patiently happens
Elsewhere
The Sun will time the planets' changes
And stars beyond sight
Wait for life


NO DOUBT

I am Summoned
to your love
Where visions of rapture
are imparted...
And desire carries me
past sentinels of doubt.



EARTH DAY

Bright as hope
Reflected heat
Mocks fickle desire

Betraying a world
We never repay


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BE HERE, NOW

Consciousness...
(once it is extended beyond our will,
suspended in the eternal present),
does attest...
A moment of time is always
Now...
For stars-
crossed beyond the planets
time happens elsewhere
The sun changes patiently.
Look...
The moon floats
calm as anything.



- MATURITY-

When memory lends us compassion
through exposure to elements and fears.
Ignorance is forgotten like childhood...
Our humanity becomes mature

Time will nurture a mellowing
We'll become Earthlings
equal under the stars
A gift taken for granted
not long after it's ours...


- MILES: (for Bob-san)-

Long clear notes
blended from time-mellowed brass,
cool blue lips
(puckered & dented like a wizards' brow)
and soulfull, resonances gleaned from celestial vibrations...

Notes torn from silence
like berries from a branch
chosen ripest and sweet-sour
Expressing messages plaintive as a lost bird,
or the doppler whine of a far away train...

Catharticly fused with electric urgency and verve
Blurting through textured rhythms,
kaleidoscopic psychedelia
or coalescences of proto-world-beat
grooves with hard as rock-steady blues
Gone... so far gone
man, gone...

& too freaking soon....


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-CREATIONISTS' BOOGY-WOOGY ( A Sonnet)-

So, why can't God be a big-bang, a constant in change?
And how can only your "good-book" hold all of truth?
Or do these conceptions strain and derange
Your erroneous ideas, so long in the tooth?

Dancing to tunes long since out-dated
Having two lefts,while dragging the right
Sweet celestial spheres' harmony negated
Like a hapless seperation of rainbow from light.

With graceless will,slam-dancing a two step
You reel to a stomp and waltz to the twist.
Silly curmudgeons having lost all of your pep
Believe what you wish, ignorance is not bliss.

Once, Galileo was tortured for believing-church dogma unwise,
But now even the Pope has given creedence to his eyes.


KKKmen, (pigmy 'gators)
(to:Gary Wojohoicz,Lee,Denis, W.Stanton, S.Pagones -KKK cell of Poughkeepsie)

Predatory hate-blind/half-brutes; foolish with soulless contempt...
Spewing hollow menace from behind yr chicken-shit-duck-blind-
With narrow eyed/narrow minded hill-billy myopia...hissing in the wind.

Yahooing ignorance with silly glee of demented children...
Wallowing in excrement...filled with the barefoot longing of neglected babies.

Anachronistic clan of clueless clucks
Squirm in your hutches, now open to the world,
Your "leaderless cell" is simply mindless...

You are homophobic/homosexuals; how twisted is that?
So, genuflect to your burning crosses and schwatzstickas
What you believe are mere lies.
You have no future!
What you think no longer matters
you have foresaken your humanity.

We, your victims that live, have grown,
we are still human...
Maybe more so for the suffering, yes,Transcendent!
Our world is of Love and Grace,
Here, there is no place for you.
Pity is the best you may hope for in this world-
God in heaven knows your deeds,
so forget about the next.


MY COMPASS,KARMA, AND JUST DESSERTS

Compassion is my compass
The Polaris of my soul
Arcing dipper filled with Buddha-nature
Spills love like caramel
over the nutty kharma of polemics...

Still I scream:
Passions are passing-
As if tied to the moons' phases
Ebbing & flowing with the blood in our brains!
Love's gravity holds us together!
Serious as an attack-

I point to my heart,
that holds life rich in sympathy
like Pi holds secrets
rich in symetry
I point to your heart...

Drawn to the true North of my own being
by the light of reason.
each night's wholeness tenders revelation:
Molicules are shared among us all
in air, water, death and chocolate

Please, have a taste-Le Chiam!
bitter-sweet
or suger-coated
Life is to be shared
and each of us gets, yes,
our just desserts.



TEMPTATION'S JOY (2001 - For J.)

When, across it's self-consuming flame
passion's frenzy promised
my tranquil heart a tempered reach,
I found you waiting...

When, all I knew mattered little
discovering you, formed a reality -
magical, with intimacies too tender to describe
yet shared in warmth, still lingering...

When, I remember my skinless sense
that my being... linked me to infinity-
before flesh found it's own reasons,
my will had no meaning...

When, I act wisely, my will banishes desire.
this void fills with serene light,
fading the surface charm of things.
yet I long to share this also...

When, our longing & some cosmic design unite
is there enough reason in the world to doubt?
Harmony may find us listening;
for truth's appeal we may hear, finding our way...
to each other


SUMMER
Heat waves shimmer on the rise
Breezes
ripple tall grass
B-bang! the screen door again & again
clink porch chimes... (sea shells and bamboo from far-off places
  once precious to long-gone natives)

I watch prairie hawks
lofted in the thermals
then tuck&swoop on field prey

At night it's the owls, with silent wings
in darkness that feels deep as the Titanic

Everything seems slow
I know the air will remain quiet, mostly
'till the geese come back in the fall


WAYFARERS
The dawn lifts lake mist
revealing blue skies
beyond are
mountains under dragon/clouds...
but first we must cross

So we leave well water behind
out of the courtyard
A gentle wind at our backs
seeking the magic turtle covered in ancient runes
there are no secrets
only a need to open our eyes...


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