desiring to do it right
i didn't want to gamble
training these new frogs
M. said they are the same frogs
i don't know how she's so damn sure
for one thing they're bigger
she said they grow like a tomato
maybe she means they soak up rain like a sponge
anyhow, M. reads quite a bit, like a sponge
so i asked her about f rog vision
is it 20-20
she thought a second
then said: 50-50
well, i put an eye chart out there
it floats
they lie on it
and seem to like it
i'd grade them high
for floatability
their vision is still a question
so even if they grow and
could reach the pedals
i don't think they're ready
for the keys to the car
on the Internet it says they can see clearly
for about six inches
if they can't see any better than that
i'm going to quit waving at 'em
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
roof
instead of chatting squirrels
and the flutter of nesting birds
half awake over coffee i sat
listening to a tap, tap, tap
like a school for shoemakers
and raise my eyes to
look out the window
where, an apple pitch away,
a bunch of young men
with shirts off in the sun
make back and forth up-high shadows
working, replacing the neighbor's roof
now then, here we are
with an event like this
nearly worth half a column
in the thin local newspaper
that comes out every Thursday
and the flutter of nesting birds
half awake over coffee i sat
listening to a tap, tap, tap
like a school for shoemakers
and raise my eyes to
look out the window
where, an apple pitch away,
a bunch of young men
with shirts off in the sun
make back and forth up-high shadows
working, replacing the neighbor's roof
now then, here we are
with an event like this
nearly worth half a column
in the thin local newspaper
that comes out every Thursday
lunch out
a small place for lunch
two small room with four TVs
on four different stations
what gives?
are they helping us think
or afraid we'll try it alone
two small room with four TVs
on four different stations
what gives?
are they helping us think
or afraid we'll try it alone
Monday, June 30, 2008
TV
the invention to
educate the world
is making puppets of us
turn it off
if you are not a viewer
look around, you'll agree with
this assessment of the situation
no need for further explanation
Six billion people in the world. You'd think I could find a way to get more than three of them to read a few lines of poetry, but I guess the tube keeps many folks busy. There are 1.4 billion with access to the internet, so a lot of folks are not able to browse the net. And English is not the universal language.
About TV: We were hiking a path in a jungle portion of Guatemala twenty years ago and came upon a tiny village with ten or fifteen straw huts. One had a gas powered generator with the blue light of a TV playing. As we walked by we were looking right through the straw walls and could see people inside watching a soap opera from New York City. That was a memorable and incongruous jungle experience. What are we serving the world?
educate the world
is making puppets of us
turn it off
if you are not a viewer
look around, you'll agree with
this assessment of the situation
no need for further explanation
Six billion people in the world. You'd think I could find a way to get more than three of them to read a few lines of poetry, but I guess the tube keeps many folks busy. There are 1.4 billion with access to the internet, so a lot of folks are not able to browse the net. And English is not the universal language.
About TV: We were hiking a path in a jungle portion of Guatemala twenty years ago and came upon a tiny village with ten or fifteen straw huts. One had a gas powered generator with the blue light of a TV playing. As we walked by we were looking right through the straw walls and could see people inside watching a soap opera from New York City. That was a memorable and incongruous jungle experience. What are we serving the world?
when i was a kid
when i was a kid and stamps were a nickel
i thought i could get rich
if everyone in the world
sent me a penny
now with six billion people
a penny a piece would net sixty million
i could buy two cars with that
and a couple new suits
take a trip to Hawaii
stay at a nice hotel
eat a good meal, go to a movie
then come home and mow the lawn
You can run, but you can not hide. I was going to call this poem Money Bloggin' and work it around that way, but it turned out to be about how even with wealth your responsibilities remain, so i did the easy, old standard way of using the first line as the name of the poem. In this case it is a poor title, but i was rushing and here it is.
i thought i could get rich
if everyone in the world
sent me a penny
now with six billion people
a penny a piece would net sixty million
i could buy two cars with that
and a couple new suits
take a trip to Hawaii
stay at a nice hotel
eat a good meal, go to a movie
then come home and mow the lawn
You can run, but you can not hide. I was going to call this poem Money Bloggin' and work it around that way, but it turned out to be about how even with wealth your responsibilities remain, so i did the easy, old standard way of using the first line as the name of the poem. In this case it is a poor title, but i was rushing and here it is.
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poems of life
Sunday, June 29, 2008
frogathon
set up a cool draft, juliano
yeah i'll tell you why i look so beat
it isn't easy, see
there's two new faces on the street
have to approach 'em careful like
start training frogs all over again
you think it's fun? hah!
just when i had those three that split sorted out
and these two are cool, so i'll have to take it slow
let 'em know how it is around here
they were playing hide and seek
and now on the third day they're hangin' out
a minute ago i was out there
we were checking each other out
wait and see, wait and see
here's for the beer, juliano, keep the change
yeah i'll tell you why i look so beat
it isn't easy, see
there's two new faces on the street
have to approach 'em careful like
start training frogs all over again
you think it's fun? hah!
just when i had those three that split sorted out
and these two are cool, so i'll have to take it slow
let 'em know how it is around here
they were playing hide and seek
and now on the third day they're hangin' out
a minute ago i was out there
we were checking each other out
wait and see, wait and see
here's for the beer, juliano, keep the change
Labels:
poems with frogs
Saturday, June 28, 2008
one holy
one holy, totally dark night
when the crickets stopped
as wind gave out and chilly dew grew
under billowing clouds that moved low
i turned the lights down, then sat up to wait
not the car, nor the plants, nor the house
budged. air and matter, visible and unseen
were at one and waiting with me, quite still.
any picture, an motion would be conjecture
and there were none of these happening now
no music played, no words were spoken
the magic place was space unbroken
a motionless dance sans time unfolded
between eternity's alpha and omega
perfection and illusion smiled through me
when the crickets stopped
as wind gave out and chilly dew grew
under billowing clouds that moved low
i turned the lights down, then sat up to wait
not the car, nor the plants, nor the house
budged. air and matter, visible and unseen
were at one and waiting with me, quite still.
any picture, an motion would be conjecture
and there were none of these happening now
no music played, no words were spoken
the magic place was space unbroken
a motionless dance sans time unfolded
between eternity's alpha and omega
perfection and illusion smiled through me
Labels:
favorites
Friday, June 27, 2008
perfection and the illusion of time
I'd just come in from the pond area where a couple of strangers are hiding out. M. had seen the migrant frogs in a brief scuffle this morning, diving, hiding and rushing through the flowers around the pond. Up to something.
Now I'll get along with today's poem.
you had to be there
to appreciate ten a.m.
when the bird clock chirped
a white-throated sparrow song
the coo-coo clock wooden bird came out
sang and then slammed the door
my grandparent's Seth Thomas chimed
the old wind-up on the metal fireplace mantle
gong-sounded the hour
the time illusion
had smiled for me
Now I'll get along with today's poem.
you had to be there
to appreciate ten a.m.
when the bird clock chirped
a white-throated sparrow song
the coo-coo clock wooden bird came out
sang and then slammed the door
my grandparent's Seth Thomas chimed
the old wind-up on the metal fireplace mantle
gong-sounded the hour
the time illusion
had smiled for me
Labels:
practically science
each part
each part of our planet
has a rhythm and theme
in Ohio it the seasons
incredible
winters frozen dead stiff
until spring begins anew
growing quickly from nothings
thrives in summer through harvests
fall is golden multicolored patterns
winter dead again, and so it spins
it is beyond man's abilities to
invent such magnificence
a sole creator came up with the idea?
it is a large complicated thought
i see why Greeks, Roman's and others
thought it took the efforts of a team
it is so much like a dream
life is but a dream
gently, gently down the drain . . . stream, i mean stream
has a rhythm and theme
in Ohio it the seasons
incredible
winters frozen dead stiff
until spring begins anew
growing quickly from nothings
thrives in summer through harvests
fall is golden multicolored patterns
winter dead again, and so it spins
it is beyond man's abilities to
invent such magnificence
a sole creator came up with the idea?
it is a large complicated thought
i see why Greeks, Roman's and others
thought it took the efforts of a team
it is so much like a dream
life is but a dream
gently, gently down the drain . . . stream, i mean stream
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sad Day at Raintree
I posted a photograph yesterday and today it appears it should have been a wanted poster.
set a cold one up for me, Juliano
i have a sad story to tell you
and tell Jose to keep stumin' that guitar in the background
this was a tough day in Raintree
it began with last night's powerful downpour
now it looks like my partners all run
hit the highway, or the driveway
done sparkin' evidently
all three
this morning it looked
as if someone had sprayed the pond
with Frog-Be-Gone
as Juliano turned away
i said into my beer
"too bad fish don't have legs"
set a cold one up for me, Juliano
i have a sad story to tell you
and tell Jose to keep stumin' that guitar in the background
this was a tough day in Raintree
it began with last night's powerful downpour
now it looks like my partners all run
hit the highway, or the driveway
done sparkin' evidently
all three
this morning it looked
as if someone had sprayed the pond
with Frog-Be-Gone
as Juliano turned away
i said into my beer
"too bad fish don't have legs"
Labels:
poems with frogs
globalization
Globalization will do away with choice
one burger, one car, one house
nothing to decide, why should we complain?
it's less expensive to make it all the same
And why should it stop? with stem cell technology
one dog: part cat, part fish, part chicken
when you're done playing with it and teaching it tricks
you can eat it
one burger, one car, one house
nothing to decide, why should we complain?
it's less expensive to make it all the same
And why should it stop? with stem cell technology
one dog: part cat, part fish, part chicken
when you're done playing with it and teaching it tricks
you can eat it
Labels:
practically science
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
sunday went for a
went for a traditional country breakfast
fifteen car miles
out in the Midwestern Rurals
very, very
pancakes and a lot of overweight people very, very
were there
in pairs, mostly
the cakes you can get individually
but many people
very, very
don't want to eat alone
the place, about empty when we got there
and by the time we left was packed
very, very
inside on the featured wall of the restaurant
is a grand colorful alter built to honor a son in the military
complete with a fireplace mantle
rather like a holiday theme
(this was June, and ok, that was made for a winter holiday, Christmas or Thanksgiving - but they had it the way they wanted it, so why mess with it, and it'll be winter again before you know it )
streaming yellow ribbons
two large photos of the lad and his family
and centered above it all
scribed on a large ornate plaque
the name, Sonny Boy
yellow ribbons - 1966 song by Tony Orlando and Dawn
Sonny Boy - America's first million seller - heard in the first talkie motion picture, Al Jolson 1928,
bon appetit
fifteen car miles
out in the Midwestern Rurals
very, very
pancakes and a lot of overweight people very, very
were there
in pairs, mostly
the cakes you can get individually
but many people
very, very
don't want to eat alone
the place, about empty when we got there
and by the time we left was packed
very, very
inside on the featured wall of the restaurant
is a grand colorful alter built to honor a son in the military
complete with a fireplace mantle
rather like a holiday theme
(this was June, and ok, that was made for a winter holiday, Christmas or Thanksgiving - but they had it the way they wanted it, so why mess with it, and it'll be winter again before you know it )
streaming yellow ribbons
two large photos of the lad and his family
and centered above it all
scribed on a large ornate plaque
the name, Sonny Boy
yellow ribbons - 1966 song by Tony Orlando and Dawn
Sonny Boy - America's first million seller - heard in the first talkie motion picture, Al Jolson 1928,
bon appetit
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
a big boat is in
there used to be ore boats
that came off Lake Erie
all the way into our little harbor
polite soldiers that dumped red iron ore
did an about-face and left
but times have changed
ore docks are gone
now a large vessel will creep silently into the mouth of our little river
dock alongside the plant
bringing lime stone to crush into dust
it pulls straight in
happy tugs help
just a low, town block away from us
the ships blast their horn
usually after midnight
so close, what a set of thermo explosive lungs,
the bellow splits the heavens
echoes into buildings, over roof tops
bouncing in low gargantuan, profound - window, wall and shelf shaking tones
as if the beast of New York harbor has come to roost here in Pumpkinville
so thunderous the call to people
who walk or drive down to see
(Hear Me! I am in your harbor!))
and we don't ever have to pay extra
for the excitement
to stand quivering
there on the river side
waiting in awe of the giant, breathless
as if it could pounce and eat us all
it unloads
then slips away
the monster is gone
that came off Lake Erie
all the way into our little harbor
polite soldiers that dumped red iron ore
did an about-face and left
but times have changed
ore docks are gone
now a large vessel will creep silently into the mouth of our little river
dock alongside the plant
bringing lime stone to crush into dust
it pulls straight in
happy tugs help
just a low, town block away from us
the ships blast their horn
usually after midnight
so close, what a set of thermo explosive lungs,
the bellow splits the heavens
echoes into buildings, over roof tops
bouncing in low gargantuan, profound - window, wall and shelf shaking tones
as if the beast of New York harbor has come to roost here in Pumpkinville
so thunderous the call to people
who walk or drive down to see
(Hear Me! I am in your harbor!))
and we don't ever have to pay extra
for the excitement
to stand quivering
there on the river side
waiting in awe of the giant, breathless
as if it could pounce and eat us all
it unloads
then slips away
the monster is gone
Monday, June 23, 2008
traces of us
can you find what was
when we were here
on this earth?
what did we do
that remains?
did we make a dent?
and did you learn from our mistakes
or is it forgotten?
when we were here
on this earth?
what did we do
that remains?
did we make a dent?
and did you learn from our mistakes
or is it forgotten?
george carlin
i did try, but
never knew him in Hollywood
cause he wasn't looking for writers in '75
he wrote his own
(and rolled his own?)
made us think and laugh
clowns are fun
i believe he had a good heart metaphorically
although the one in his body was kinda crappy
he was 71
never knew him in Hollywood
cause he wasn't looking for writers in '75
he wrote his own
(and rolled his own?)
made us think and laugh
clowns are fun
i believe he had a good heart metaphorically
although the one in his body was kinda crappy
he was 71
Sunday, June 22, 2008
maybe we are
maybe we are
the last to know
nature
did you pave it,
fence and gate it?
put up lights and cameras
and toll takers
those a few hundred years ago
drank clear water from the streams
blinked and are gone now forever
the last to know
nature
did you pave it,
fence and gate it?
put up lights and cameras
and toll takers
those a few hundred years ago
drank clear water from the streams
blinked and are gone now forever
Labels:
practically science
yellow dog
run good fellow
yelp and twist the day away
in a hurry
going sideways
looking back and ahead
leaping for a bug
that flies too low
out of my way
where to go
a drink
and it slobbers
down your chin
long tongue
flapping
curl up and napping now
you old yellow dog
yelp and twist the day away
in a hurry
going sideways
looking back and ahead
leaping for a bug
that flies too low
out of my way
where to go
a drink
and it slobbers
down your chin
long tongue
flapping
curl up and napping now
you old yellow dog
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dog
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sacred Mushroom
Long ago there was a coffee house that turned jazz bar on Saturday nights. This is a tribute to that wonderful place and to those that frequented the Sacred Mushroom.
there was just a night
under the light at the
bottom of the Sacred Mushroom
or many such that i recall
a place where every face
could music smell and taste
under dim lights on many nights
down stairs at the Mushroom
Warren tooled a Gretch
and cool Jimmie was there to fetch
whatever anyone was needing
beneath the street, the Mushroom
the sound was around the walls
and steady in jazz time
a lasting grace note falls
against this heart of mine
dark and turtlenecks prevailed
backed up by a drummer's beat
or trumpets sadly wailed
through the night, beneath the street
coming, going through the night
to play the king, or just a pawn
and Warren held them very tight
as oceans sang and night slipped on
when trombones went into a case
when piano became a yawn
i left the place, behind the bass
on foggy Sundays, right at dawn
there was just a night
under the light at the
bottom of the Sacred Mushroom
or many such that i recall
a place where every face
could music smell and taste
under dim lights on many nights
down stairs at the Mushroom
Warren tooled a Gretch
and cool Jimmie was there to fetch
whatever anyone was needing
beneath the street, the Mushroom
the sound was around the walls
and steady in jazz time
a lasting grace note falls
against this heart of mine
dark and turtlenecks prevailed
backed up by a drummer's beat
or trumpets sadly wailed
through the night, beneath the street
coming, going through the night
to play the king, or just a pawn
and Warren held them very tight
as oceans sang and night slipped on
when trombones went into a case
when piano became a yawn
i left the place, behind the bass
on foggy Sundays, right at dawn
Friday, June 20, 2008
continuing
in flashes of spaces i see
life continuing in a game on another level
sort of an eternal corporate promotion
into a mathematical position
with which we are not as yet familiar
the springer that sprung
need i say more
i just read a letter from my Auntie Dorthy
who mentioned Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
that's a little more immediate
at least i can get there from here
life continuing in a game on another level
sort of an eternal corporate promotion
into a mathematical position
with which we are not as yet familiar
the springer that sprung
need i say more
i just read a letter from my Auntie Dorthy
who mentioned Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
that's a little more immediate
at least i can get there from here
Labels:
practically science
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