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When I Think Of Death (June Contest)

When I Am Asked
By: Lisel Mueller

When I am asked
how I began writing poems,
I talk about the indifference of nature.

It was soon after my mother died,
a brilliant June day,
everything blooming.

I sat on a grey stone bench
in a lovingly planted garden,
but the day lilies were deaf
as the ears of drunken sleepers
and the roses curved inward.
Nothing was black or broken
and not a leaf fell
and the sun blared endless commercials
for summer holidays.

PEACE

Hot tea mild and tempting
sweet steam curling up
to greet the quiet morning
golden sun dance through
the window blinds

wake me with quiet ease
lure me into another day
let me smell new spring
wet mud splashing fresh
and loving as a child's play

The Cloud

cowards have used the cloud for acquisition
to hide lies about friends and foes alike

as the misty mountain top flees from
inquisitions and cries out loud

so may your eyes open wide
as the mists of liars collides

with the reality that most of us
want peace and heavenly sunrise

which chases the lying clouds away
leaving the pine green freshness over daisies

to wake us to higher aspirations
to clean the air and leave us breathless

after waiting in line to reach the top
of Mt. Everest, now too common

The Cloud

cowards have used the cloud for acquisition
to hide lies about friends and foes alike

as the misty mountain top flees from
inquisitions and cries out loud

so may your eyes open wide
as the mists of liars collides

with the reality that most of us
want peace and heavenly sunrise

which chases the lying clouds away
leaving the pine green freshness over daisies

to wake us to higher aspirations
to clean the air and leave us breathless

after waiting in line to reach the top
of Mt. Everest, now too common

untitled

we invited
Urayoán Noel
onto the car port above the Sherpas.

send in a friend.
make haste with the tape!

do you understand without much ado
meanings: the lessons for working in teams?

dreams fade if you look away from meanings...
cruel dictates prove only fodder for ghouls;

fools delight in belittling opposite tools
of research in institutions seeking help from above.

Love (Recon 31)

Pa says we must avoid at all cost
soy effervescence! he must be right--
we always do just what he says
schools promote sins and abominations--he preaches!

we never go to churches since he
stands outside a different one each week with gram-ma
preaching against the contamination
of soy effervescence in such detail:

explaining how it may be sprayed
on your food without your knowledge--
how it will age you prematurely--
weakening bones, stiffening joints
leading to premature brain addlement!

sun doh yan

a type of silence
is spreading

a slice of the earth
falls away

some laugh, some get fat
others over the edge venture

a type of silence
falls away, Tiangu, I defy you!

a slice of the earth
is spreading

falls away, others over the edge
the dupes write missives of apology

some rat, some sell hooks
basic precepts, basic precepts

mit einem langweiligen Buch
kann er nichts anfangen

il porte un costume sans tête
La esencia del absurdo conquista la mesa de la Autoridad!

OLD BIRDS

It is half past five and all have arrived
dressed in finery of every kind; I see
emerald greens, and sapphire blues,
white diamonds, and opal gossamer creams,
iridescent teals with mat black hats,
that flow like the cocktails do.
They are bejeweled with gold trinkets
with a flurry of purple, reds, and pinks
that splatter their faces to masks.
These lovely old birds now relax and unwind
and speak through their tiny pointed, pinched lips
a chitter, a chatter with a high pitched flatter

Conversations with The Universe

Greetings all... I feel this is unfinished and maybe a little long-winded... I also seem to always overlook at least one grammatical error, regardless of my diligence...
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Conversations with The Universe

She tried

time and time again

to navigate to her-self.

… walking the dreamscape reaches

of soul-visions

quickening of the senses

as she attempted

to decipher

the eclectic elements of her inner truth…

… awakening via conversations with the universe;

Amalgam

AMALGAM

America is a synthesis
cultures, peoples, and races all have been put in our blender.

At least that was the original intent.
Where all would be free to pursue
something about Life and Liberty,
something about chasing that elusive happiness.

These were Rights.
Somewhere imbedded
in our collective consciousness
these are Rights held dear.

We’re not just a blend.
Not only a experimental concoction,
the whole thing wrought by human fires
cast into an ever-changing mold, an Amalgam.

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