The stream (all workshops)
older
I can now dabble
even dibble a little
if I choose
what can anyone say?
"he's just a dabbler!"
that's ok
I'm old
and have no purpose
for my dabbledee-do's
beyond the do'sing
do you?
if so, you must be young
that's ok
can't really hold that against anyone
but heed these words
too much purpose
can bend you in strange ways
look out!
genuine integrity counts
you'll know what I mean
eventually
Upstream.
We could try it,
pretend we're salmon
going back to the place of
our birth, make love
(in human terms)
and die.
Nah, I'd rather live for awhile
longer
still
meditating on the sand mandala
of life
before an unseen hand
sweeps it all away as if nothing
ever happened, as if the way
night falls can be forgotten
and the moon in her drunkenness,
falls from perpetual grace.
folds of crisp paper
puzzles till the end
within each small fold, a story
imagine
sitting silently folding
a meditation
creation
pure paper figures
surround the artist
frail and sharply bright
delighting a child
pleasing the old man
~
both at play
~
Feign
rush rush
dance pinhead spider
lush
through the hollows of the drain
down the octagon of pain
zig zag
sweet madness
sucked in
and swinging like
a weathervane
the winds that
race inside my brawny
quick
the mantle of my brain
crackle hiss
a pipe hot rich
I was born
by a bad ass bitch
They are mostly lame
but do-one is very brave.
Say your passion, your believes,
challenge the things in this losing world. Corporate feudalism makes anyone without power nothing. As poets we can challenge that.. The most important thing is that corporatism is totalitarianism and if we don't fight we become feudal serfs. Nothing. We can make a difference. Greed is the evil that is destroying the planet. Challenge it at every possibility. We are the entire human population, we must win if we stand up for human co-operation and goodness.
AGUA SANGRIENTA
Yo era passión y fuego
la sangre me corría caliente
en mis deseos.
Era tuyo.
Mas me dejaste caer
agua sangrienta
de tus manos
BLOODY WAT ER
I was passion and fire.
My blood ran hot
In my desires.
I was yours.
but you let me fall
bloody water.
from your hands
That entire one wants to see
must be beautiful,
colorful, spectacular too
a tinge of beauty
lips thin
eyes blue
rosy cheeks
wow a dimple too
a tint
of all that is desirous
of a feline you,
a smile
a cheer with a whiskyness, about you
your thoughts of ecstasy and love so true
a trace of every thing
those have you,
is all that what most of us want
to have of you
just a tinge!
Tree frogs sticky feet
they perch quietly on trees
observing the day
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Stars are often gone
emptiness on a star path
shining in our sky
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Flowers are not mute
they just reserve opinion
until better arrives
.................................................
The roses we gift
so tight and angry buds
I prefer full blooms
..................................................
Love and hate
interact
produce volatile
reactions,
are you my judge and jury
sequestered
by the dawn, are you my
silence
kneeling on the ground
palms upward
holding the sky?
I am fresh baked bread,
you are the butter. I am
the wheat you are the
threshing. I am hope
you are my leavening.
If indeed the spirit lives on ...
Meet me on the peaks of Chamonix,
crystallized, we can again form our union,
becoming seen air.
Join me in the Red Hawk's talons,
we'll know life, from death, to life.
At the Hall of a Thousand Temples,
our visit claimed in dust,
a stolen landing on Athos,
and the world will smile with you.
At the Great Bear's lodge
gathering momentum
to fly forever
from Chamonix
to Chamonix ...
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