This page is a chronological offering of a few of my poems.
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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 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 When we make it gal When we make it gal
THE DARK CLOSET
Where sinister cloaks Each costume is a blind Under a fool's cap that dupes Dark closets of evil men overflow
FOR MY FATHER ON HIS DEATH 1975
From my window I see woods Now you are light, without gravity or grasp Something beyond life called you Colder now then ever ADIRONDACKS WINTER 1982
While you slept, I lumbered from our snug cabin The loons of summer flown, Opening my eyes to the world By and by, lake-ice cracked, muted under snow cover,
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!
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'...
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,
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...
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...
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....
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...
As dusk comes in Winter
too early
with freed leaves spinning
earthward
you found your wait over and a place to go
and the stopt flow of frozen water
or need of them
this you heard
I, your muted seed,
still yearn for your ear
still reach for your heart
having had your full stretch of limbs
Your reach
will never be toward me again
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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 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
still there, white-grey-brown trees.
A
streak of pastel sunset through dense cloud-cover
Silence.
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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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
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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 Once when I awoke very late, The dog spoke to me,
Winter's bare trees Even on crowded runs How many lives to sojourn with? So I think of other trains to other places
Worlds apart, yet with no more magical names than Metuchen, Newark,or
Manhattan Labor strikes making the routine London/Saint Albans commute a jolly/bloody
adventure Or on olden narrow gauge No seating, crammed, down the boot of Italy; In tempos of furthering and rest I've ventured out into most of these places Only my mind's extended grasp is worth the fare here Step right up for the Millennium of the Millennium !! Let's dance, let's rock out! Have you been wanting all your life for this ? Forget that "dust To dust" stuff Even though it is really our LAST year EVEN if it seems very ODD Any excuse for a party
Far from New York City
How ... discribing yourself as kind,
Skulking behind phrases through which most can see You desire The World to be blind.
While the true picture of you only your victims and abeters can frame
But maybe yr ex & yr girls know as well... Or did they leave you 'cause you rape black children, foreseeing your Hell ?
Thousands know what you are and soon millions will! And The World just wishes to leave you,
Crook'd limbs soar up
KIDS THESE DAYS
Blue as sharks The tome that life tenders
CICADAS-
Free from cocooned sleep HEAVENS
In Heaven
NO DOUBT
I am Summoned
Bright as hope Betraying a world BE HERE, NOW
Consciousness...
When memory lends us compassion Time will nurture a mellowing - MILES: (for Bob-san)-
Long clear notes Notes torn from silence Catharticly fused with electric urgency and verve & too freaking soon....
So, why can't God be a big-bang, a constant in change? Dancing to tunes long since out-dated With graceless will,slam-dancing a two step Once, Galileo was tortured for believing-church dogma unwise, KKKmen, (pigmy 'gators) Predatory hate-blind/half-brutes; foolish with soulless contempt...
Yahooing ignorance with silly glee of demented children... Anachronistic clan of clueless clucks You are homophobic/homosexuals; how twisted is that? We, your victims that live, have grown,
MY COMPASS,KARMA, AND JUST DESSERTS
Compassion is my compass Still I scream: I point to my heart, Drawn to the true North of my own being Please, have a taste-Le Chiam!
When, across it's self-consuming flame When, all I knew mattered little When, I remember my skinless sense When, I act wisely, my will banishes desire. When, our longing & some cosmic design unite I watch prairie hawks At night it's the owls, with silent wings Everything seems slow
WAYFARERS So we leave well water behind
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.
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.
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...
Open spaces
Yielding unremembered vistas
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...
Such beauty in our human diversity!
Some welcomed getting off
Others come on, departing...
How
long to be missed?
Trains evoking sweet rememberance of a shared humanity
Hopped freights in Montana, under the big sky
Along the
sparkling Yellowstone river,
Saint Cloud to Spokane...open box car free as
air
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
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
At each cross-road halting
Station after station
With memory holding my youth
Spiraling away in ever vaster realms
of accelerating time and space
Wherever I am
bound...
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FOR THE 2K POETS: (1999)
(YES We Have NO)
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!!!!
It's happening in Our life times... any
day
Now!!
Don't miss this chance to BUY/SELL, BUY/SELL,BUY/SELL...
Your time on Earth is
already -
A fine deposit
For this cosmic prelude to the Future
NOTHING HEAVY !
EVERYTHING LIGHT
!
The only CONSTANT, is CHANGE !
(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...
There is yet Tet
The year of the
Dragon
Rosh Hashana
Ramadan
& the end of the Mayan world in 2012
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)
Grandchildren laugh
Through eternally blue sky
weekends
Their symphony of love falls into
Mondays' open breifcases...
SELF-ISH (to S.Pagones)
lieing through girlish
harp-shaped lips and churlish smarm
Posturing as if oozing charm, butch as
only a closeted sadist can be...
(Billy Stanton, Wojo, and Pappy ...took no heat; poor little Stephy took all
the blame),
Did you play in there
feces too? Do you think that they'll tell?
Still you wish the
world to be blind.
and your ilk...
behind...
HAIKU
Emphatically alive
Over scarred bark
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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...
Barely scanned by the sonar
They call TV
Cicadas chortle their quivering sound
Soporific, trembling, insistent
The very sound of desire...
Listen.
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Peace patiently happens
Elsewhere
The Sun will time the
planets' changes
And stars beyond sight
Wait for life
to your love
Where visions of rapture
are
imparted...
And desire carries me
past sentinels of doubt.
EARTH DAY
Reflected heat
Mocks fickle desire
We never repay
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(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-
through exposure to elements and fears.
Ignorance is forgotten like childhood...
Our humanity becomes mature
We'll become Earthlings
equal under the
stars
A gift taken for granted
not long after it's ours...
blended from time-mellowed brass,
cool blue lips
(puckered & dented like a wizards' brow)
and soulfull, resonances
gleaned from celestial vibrations...
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...
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...
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-CREATIONISTS' BOOGY-WOOGY ( A Sonnet)-
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?
Having two lefts,while dragging the
right
Sweet celestial spheres' harmony negated
Like a hapless seperation
of rainbow from light.
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.
But now
even the Pope has given creedence to his eyes.
(to:Gary Wojohoicz,Lee,Denis, W.Stanton,
S.Pagones -KKK cell of Poughkeepsie)
Spewing hollow menace from behind yr chicken-shit-duck-blind-
With
narrow eyed/narrow minded hill-billy myopia...hissing in the wind.
Wallowing in
excrement...filled with the barefoot longing of neglected babies.
Squirm in your hutches, now open to
the world,
Your "leaderless cell" is simply mindless...
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 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.
The Polaris of my soul
Arcing dipper filled
with Buddha-nature
Spills love like caramel
over the nutty kharma of
polemics...
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-
that holds life rich in sympathy
like Pi holds
secrets
rich in symetry
I point to your heart...
by the light of reason.
each
night's wholeness tenders revelation:
Molicules are shared among us all
in air, water, death and chocolate
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.)
passion's frenzy promised
my
tranquil heart a tempered reach,
I found you waiting...
discovering you, formed a reality -
magical, with intimacies too tender to describe
yet shared in warmth,
still lingering...
that my being... linked me to
infinity-
before flesh found it's own reasons,
my will had no meaning...
this void fills with serene
light,
fading the surface charm of things.
yet I long to share this
also...
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)
lofted in the thermals
then tuck&swoop on
field prey
in darkness that feels deep as
the Titanic
I know the air will remain quiet, mostly
'till
the geese come back in the fall
The dawn lifts lake mist
revealing blue skies
beyond
are
mountains under dragon/clouds...
but first we must cross
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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