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one reason to savor now:
Fukushima 2011, at work pushing a wheelchair
a TV in the background, I saw a report about a Tsunami
a news clip showed a family walking their dog with their kids
they looked happy-go-lucky and contented 
then all of a sudden, a mound of water came into the park
they ran, trying to dodge the entering rushing water
one boy skipped around the snaky arms 
like a football player 
then, gone
I watched in horror
thinking that family and many more
could never have imagined
that day would be their last
all their plans, worries, family drama, politics
religion, or what others thought of them,
each and everything
meant nothing,
now, savor the dance






 
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Posted by on April 18, 2021 in Poetry

 

Chamomile


put on the pot to boil
prefer distilled water --my preference
walk the Murphy dog; she shakes with exuberance
get a mile in, about 2000 steps, sun, blue, tulips
2 squirrels chasing each other, Murphy wants in
2 handfuls of food, a splash of water, she sits
watching for the signal, wait for it, okay
nose in her dish, the sound of slurp-crunch
water now rolling, pour into a decanter 
with 2 bags of chamomile and one ginger
never was a fan of chamomile; I always
preferred coffee --changes for the better
and chamomile is dope if one takes the time
to savor it --I won't miss the Bucks of the stars



 
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Posted by on April 18, 2021 in Poetry

 

Sparkle


the sparkle of the sun on the water's surface
the hazy spot in the distance is a ship
fat seagulls ha-ha-ha and scream patrolling the shore
there is a faint fishy scent on the intermittent breezes

scavengers aren't scared of me strolling down the beach
they approach skittishly, eying me for a handout
I carry nothing to give them
yet happily abundant



 
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Posted by on April 18, 2021 in Poetry

 

Senryu #6 2021

alone, walking by
ants gnawing a scorpion
heart of the desert






 
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Posted by on April 17, 2021 in Poetry

 

A Steaming Cup of Red-Bush Tea

.. was the day
of a steaming cup of
Rooibos Tea ... sipping
saw the iced cloud
mist rise looming frozen
warmed me into it too
like dwarfing ocean fantasy
...was the encouraging day, though 
pain sat on another brow--
thought about how to take
pieces of eight from it
not just hour-for-a-buck blindness
but to see, and become sight
in this day of all now
... was the day turned off
the spigot of networked uniformity
so to notice a homely 
winter evergreen tree, more than gorgeous
in cold December slush
... must turn off, to turn on
of what is, and was
this day sipping
Rooibos tea




 
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Posted by on April 16, 2021 in Poetry

 

The Lion

Licks skin off a carcass bellows a roar.
Impaling claws raking vibrating gore,
Opens the jugular, then blood will pour.
Nerve to fight when the hyena wants more
Hunts stealthily, hypnotic as a cat,
Eats like a werewolf without getting fat.
Authentic in heart this chief of all beasts,
Royally ravenous; loves a blood feast.
Taming is callous; it should be released.
Extinction endangers this sage feline,
Damned to a zoo by selfish humankind.



 
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Posted by on April 15, 2021 in Poetry

 

Last Night Was a Full Moon

you said not to write about you again
but how can I not sing of earthquakes
or a tornado as it roots up a home(?)
shouldn't I give lyrics
to a quivering heart torn from its place(?)
or the howl of a werewolf bereaved of food(?)
can I be silent as the rough stake impales
through bone, sinew, and muscle(?)
or dumb in the face of the cruel play
a cat, who bites off parts of the mouse
before the kill(?)  no, I do not write
of you, for I really don't know who you are
I was possessed by the person you appeared to be--
as the widow is entertaining to the male
before he becomes her next meal, you shine
using the sham of weakness - so I write not
of you I once admired, but whom you
chose to reveal, for how shall I not
recount my fall into the pit
of an expert manipulator
who thinks it's
all about
them(?)

but I still howl for you on full moons





 
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Posted by on April 15, 2021 in Poetry

 

Adalheidis

raven hair flips airily across
a face with gray-green eyes
they tell a story of hardship & loss,
aged early from tearful cries

your beauty calls me with your pain
I ache for your touch to share
your every feature, a mystic chain
with a hidden longing, stare

even Eros can not report your image,
he would consume the world in flame
beyond a merely physical appearance,
you put vulgar schemes to shame

our expansive minds danced together once
our willing hearts embraced
love understood, a spiritual substance,
we echoed a discreet kiss

but this unyielding world would not contain,
the connection our souls would birth
my heart is pierced with a tear's stain,
invaluable as our memory's worth

but if our ships appear on the open seas
and throw anchor to dock as one
my tongue will be loosed, from shackles freed
to say that love has won



 
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Posted by on April 14, 2021 in Poetry

 

Bury Me in Mine

tired jeans crumpled on the floor
simple in thread-bare wrinkles
fading blue an old man's mind
washed-up rebel forgot the cause
the rut of a conformed statement
cloned working-class uniform,
but just culture to put on
bagged fit, absorb the whole body
soften the pretentious air,
or relaxed fakes out the fat
or tight to bulb the bubbles
or straight to band the boots
or belled to familiar a freedom
of hair and a movement
some low-cut swank the crack
came out, those low hip huggers
droop down their derrieres,
yes, in the '70s
but amazed how history
in the USA could be
recorded in a pair
of pants? .. many are
limp,
and just need a toss




 
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Posted by on April 13, 2021 in Poetry

 

Excuse Me

magnum 48 downed but
—hasn't always been this way, 
once knew a thing, or two (three ?) 
but can't clearly see of it 
eye's bloodshot heavy-lidded 
I reverse jog to mucky mindedness 
that's bending asinine 
from attending the belly spot 
of tissue hand wiped 
regular with my gibberish yuk 
a seeming deliberate word
a genius fastened blown apart 
into fragments of my tic-tac self  
& examined decrepitude, 
yet...

I indeed flip the cause... 
liking the loggerhead
ramble, weave two steps 
to a pool of mystic nothingness 
(unknowing) flits the barren bowl  
my mind made, though I mix 
anything to flush offensive debris
odors like stale cheese 
I'm down & enjoy a laugh, 
or two thinking 
of some buried significance, 
or another two, 
when what appears
I mutter a lame 'excuse me,'
for what's cramping thru 
the pot's hole
 




 
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Posted by on April 13, 2021 in Poetry