i used to read great poetry and sigh
realizing that all that was published
like fine leather worked and dyed
stitched and paterned

because i never got a trade or skill
speak only english and never worshipped
money but spend it lavish
i love second hand nice shoes
and old leather jackets
the weight is what i like
of the shoes and coat
rather then lightness

polished poetry is sweet
like refined sugar
but there is something
about the raw stalk of cane
words to much on
the fellow crafters we have
come to know over time
the harsh growing system
competing for sunshine
nutrients

i so enjoyed writing from a typewriter
the few people whom read and
wrote ....electronic is the way to go
for speed or retrieval
immortality unless i should decide
to delete this if i kick the bucket
i like that we have the options here
that we monitor is as we do with
the freedonm that only America provides
and for me Gods gift of gab...

thanks for the comments on this
we used to write these on the bottom
of the paper poems
some horrible and some wonderful
thats life...

sometimes it rains on your picnic
like life does....(am i learning)

and to pick it up.
suck it up buttercup
etc

the poems have everything
to do with whats going on in
my world.....

i have been ugly and nasty
these are just the darkly
affected beauty of all that

my redemption
attempts..

thank you

fifties tube technology but we have
"weather doppler radar now" a line abreast across the country..
im sure they keep an eye on weather amongst other items..
mantil is the veil..the vague of unkowns
and knowns seen with experience or intuition
and held by protocol or instinct at times..

thus is the world..
and its ways...

and my small ponderances in the day..

thank you!

i am so clumsy when i speak in ordinary talk
losing and rambling
but in poetry land
as a poet persona i can
write an abstract sense
which is a ramble but
a sometimes beautiful
essence

i am a novice
non publishing
sharing it here
and another site
this will last
longer then a book
and means more
to me

thank you