100 Monkeys

A hundred monkeys on a pole,
each with a bar of soap.
Woe to the monkeys who slip

Ready to Die is Ready to Live

In order for thinking animals to be healthy
they should practice serenity daily

Words and thoughts must not to be wasted.
Idle words foster insecurity

A skilled fighter does not throw punches at the air
Vanity, arrogance, fear and hatred  block the senses

Ready to die is ready to live 
Be clear as running water

Bride, Knight and Broom

Bountiful, magnificent Day
arrayed in plates of transparent armor

invites the hills to play at war
and the seas to swim

Let everything fly and everything sing.
We are tethered to cosmos as puppets to strings.

Clarity and Precision

One man's belief can be another superstition.
Believe in what serves your purpose

Give no credence to gimmicks
Smash mirrors left and right
how can that change your luck?

I gamble, yes, when gamble I must.
My faith is a game of chance in hope.

Proximity and Distance

If you're poor, be wealthy in humility
as Jesus was both poor and wealthy.

If you're rich, be poor in spirit
There is a way to the attainment of .perfection.

She Was A Ship

Her belly ripped, her ribs in pieces, her kitchen wares scattered far and wide,
her wheel house crooked, leaning hard, there she lies a mile down.
She was a ship

Off the coast of South America
where the Orinoco flows into the Atlantic
a periscope waits like a one eye monster.

Then a grey spot appears on the grey horizon
which provokes the U boat captain to turn his cap backwards.
and  wait some more.

The Freighter Soraya in perfect profile,
a torpedo is dispatched to her midship.
It hits and sends the ship into a frenzy of fireworks.

Naturally, the crew on the submarine celebrates.
In war, you either celebrate periodically or sigh endlessly.
In the murky bottom there she lays.  She was a ship the goblins eat.

Angels We Have Heard

Roads talk to drivers from divers directions,
floor boards, pedals, rear view mirrors
and the seats of our pants.

No driver needs to drive the long stretch lonely.
Thanks be to the angel on board, the faithful copilot.
GPS.  Glory to technology in the highest.

Time and Remember

Rundown freighters tramp the seas
Their engines churn and sputter
Their bundled waters would wanna quit. 

It happens alike to old sailors that keep on sailing
'cause an old age home ain't no dream boat.
It happens alike to factory workers in rust belts.

The fates of tired ships are sealed.
If not on Friday scraped, On Monday,
they might be beached.

If neither plays out,  an unexpected sinking
might make of them new habitats
where light hardly reaches.

So it is.  In the man made,
everything eventually is wasted
and junk yard  heaped, In nature, nothing ever is.

N Matter What

In love be strong, in hate diluted
You're too old to blow out
the last of your fuses

Moon Women

We transmit light
We entertain darkness
Like the moon, we wax and wane
Our female cycles are similar

Sounds and Effects

Sound enters spirit through body.
Health is harmony.  Peace is prosperity.
Prayer originates in the heart.

Mind replicates the Cosmos.

Water Wheel

I heard a note 
Said the note; I am Rose,

I read a note.
Read the note;I am Dirt.

Alas, Rose needs Dirt
more than Dirt needs Rose.

I heard notes by a laughing brook.
Said the notes; I am Water. Everyone needs me.

Seek, Sacrifice and Serve

Seek
Sacrifice
Serve
Live, die
Resurrect

Autumn Candles

The day is crystal
The day is smoke
traced on gems and minerals

Autumn whistles candles
Trail of leaves tales
Summer falls and rises

Thinking About Nothing

I wish to no longer be addicted to the keyboard,
a virtual dummy to the internet,
therefore, I am limiting my postings from 3 an hour
to one every now and when,
undeppressed about yesterday
unfrantic about today
content to idle the hours
go-lightly thinking about nothing

Chalking The Cue

Sun, I love you.
I love you, Moon.
Twinkles by the trillions,
Dust thou know I exist?
Straight shot from where I star,
Eight-ball, corner pocket.

A Tale of Beginnings

In the rush of autumn; I heard a boom,
a voice that questioned "Are you ready, "

My heart skipped, raced and genuflected
I did not dare to answer, I did not dare not to reply

In a tattered corn field at summer's end.
the voice transferred to a scarecrow:

"We ain't playing, sonny.  You better be ready,
ready or not."

I mouse-like squeaked:  I guess I'm ready, I hope I'm..
Please, whoever you are. I'm just taking a stroll on the edge of winter.

The voice in the scarecrow now in a crow, gawked,
"For what then  are you ready?"

"I'm ready to surrender," said I.  And with that the fence
on which the crow was perched spoke in rails with a Scottish accent:

"Ready to die is ready to live."  It was then I understood  that there where  I stood
 I had been struck by lighting two times.  Such luck was mine.

A Soaking

Distanced between origin and departure
Big clouds break water over Balding Mountain,
Through gaps in pine, flash flood follows
Jumping tents, storming fences
Down the Colorado

The eaglet's soak
Young deer shiver
Earth Mother sonorous
feeds our senses

Long Fellows

In this cornea of Central Asia
Did I say cornea?
I meant corner of Central Asia

It's down to you pic the pixel
for what's a poem worth once read and read no longer
It enters the past tense of bearded gentlemen
and lilac-scented ladies in pantyhoses

Ponds Skipped Across The Pond

The notion of God to us is always troubling and odd
'cause One and Trinity are uneven numbers.

Understanding is stymied
where understanding limits

Still. Love goes further,
Love goes farther

than pebbles skipped across a pond
of just bad times

Crumbling Cookie

I should have closed my eyes when the maidens spoken
I should have shut my mouth and not been cordened
My wayward ways have been fractions of cookies
The grossest miscalculations is lust-driven

I Am A GPS

I am a globally positioned spirit
a migrant who had wandered far and wide
before the  borders were fenced

I still drift a bit but in cerebal tides
where I mix with kindred spirits
in this place reserved for social misfits,

otherwise known as the criminally insane

Skin Crawlers

We are in this prison for different reasons
I am a convict tried and sentenced
Your are a prison guard waiting to be pensioned

Since the guard will not play in the convict's sand box,
the prisoner submits to the guard's game of checkers
Everything you say to me, I will repeat verbatim,
then let's see who's the first to crawl out of his skin

Fork The Carrot

If it lives, it eats
if it eats, it kills
God bless the vegetarian

The Ape Man Next Door

Flank Rears is at it again
He's edging his lawn with a flame thrower this time
You never know what guys who fly Confederate flags are capable of doing

Poets and Partners

Timely pauses are more desirable
than the pregnant monologues in which they're stifled
Spaces unwritten hold greater potential
than  weepy verses that would only flood them

These are possibilities,
poets, spouses and politicians
would do well to ponder

God Is Watching

Never, ever get so distressed
you free fall into the pit of depression
that is the rut of self mutilation which ultimately leads to suicide

Sorry is a sorry excuse for anything.
Don't feel sorry for yourself or anyone else, either.
Be compassionate, be forgiving.

We are but molecules in the stew in existence.
Big and tiny are relative and related.  It is the import-tense
that is now is forever which fuels our spirits.

Bad times pass.
The sun will rise
We are breath

Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of Fun

Let no one have lived in vain
Everyone ought to write a book
for what it might inform and/or entertain
But first!  Everyone should contribute
to the propagation of species.

But first!  Everyone should plant a tree to renew
what others have destroyed.
But first!  Let us thank God,
who has made  birds, fish and apes
Is not Creation a kick in the Evolutionary scale!

Suffer me a while, dear Reader,
to share with you  a bit of my log of travels.
Me and World War II arrived on earth together
the day, the month, the year Hitler invaded Poland
I was born  where Poland borders Lithuania.

In the gloom of war,
the Mapovia Family hastily recalculated,
retooled and  relocated to Siberia,  a place not nearly as cold nor hot
as the  hell the Third Reich had prepared for Slavs and Hebrews.
I thank the little man with a mustache for my not attending boarding school in Warsaw.

In the wilds of Siberia, I grew up scrawny and tough.
In Warsaw, I would have become most likely a social dilettante
In the beginning I was a synagogue-attending  Jew (this, of course, in secret.)
Communism is an atheist religion.
As I matured I became an atheist..


From Central Asia, the Mapovias eventually moved to North Africa.
From the Kingdom of Morocco, we relocated once again -
this time to Revolutionary Cuba,  From a dilapidated Havana,
I soon found my way through Mexico to currently Cape Hatteras,
from where I should be glad to exit into Heaven.

Presently, I follow Jesus dogma, but make no mistake.
As  student, I am no less pragmatic than when I was a Communist,
and refused to worship Josef Stalin (only in the closet, I objected, of course),
Where spies outnumber friends and family, the  underground is fraught with risks.
Enjoy with me a glass of wine, if you will.  I do not hold as some Christians fanatics do,
that drinking and dancing is verboten 'cause the latter especially can lead to vertical sex.

All this is to say that as a reborn citizen of these United States,
I subscribe to the idea that, " Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness"
is for the citizens to define for themselves.  I have defined it for myself, and do declare,
I will continue to desire neighbors what I desire whole heatedly  for myself..
Live, compose and enjoy!  Life is short.

And Consequently, Time

Energy is expressed as heat and motion
Heat, itself, is  motion
Motion organizes around gravity
Light being  Energy, Light having motion,
Light has its particular form of gravity.

Beyond gravity, there is a hole in space that can be likened to  a hole in a wall
The hole in the wall  swallows another hole, the hole in time
The hole in time can be likened to hole in the head .
Said holes have embryonic membranes over there openings
off of  which objects bounce.  Objects tend to move in circular paths.

"In the Beginning" was the stage where upon
"Let there be Light" heralded  the actors;
Energy, Space, Time.
Herein, the The Trinity speaks: Three Persons coexistent in One,
Equal, Distinct, Everlasting

Splish splash, I was taking a bath

Red, black, white scales and fins
Spring through winter. pool carp swim.

High in forest, in mountain setting sets a Shinto temple.
Above the temple, the Sun is setting.

Lightly stepping on pond stone steps steps towards me a man of stoic bearing.
Belted sword he can draw in flashes but only to curtail spaces into which foes might enter

I am drawn to this hairy face Samurai  as a hand
is drawn to fan in summer swelter.

Woman meets Warrior
but he refrains from going further.

An itinerant priest informs me, later;
Warrior is wed to vow of celibacy

The fellow concluded a long long time,
proximity to woman could bring him to ruin and diminish his powers

This is the story of a Geisha  dressed in pink on her 17th birthday,
staring in a forlorn manner at the pool big carp swimming in circles.

Green I Believe

Green,, I believe, is more than color
a keener concept at the base of origin
Finality, if not regression,
into the range of blue enters
The cool taste of mountain water

Frank

Frank Lima, where are you.
Even if you haven't died
surely you can not hear me

Frank Lima, then, appears just like that
Hasn't changed a bit in 40 years. Surely, Frank, Lima,
one of us is dead or dreaming.  Witch's brew on Witch's Night.

August 28

In the garden I've worked the day
with praying hands, thoughts flying
in sweep of sky, September upon me
there in rock my Georgia home
my garden in a gash of granite

Peace Like A Cloud Heaven-Sent

How else to live but intensely in love
Seek your treasure, your calling
and give your all to it.
Life breathes emancipation
death will not diminish

Where are You

At 75, I'm in awe and content
excited over the banners
the seasons bring,

Falling leaves, melting brooks,
Sun on the mount, day into night
Creeping shadows of the wood,
Birds, herbs, herds on the hoof
With the impending snow I'm in love

Petunia, My Sister

Invisibility is an enviable skill to which my sister has given a new twist.
She is visible for sure, but for the most part goes unnoticed.
She walks the ghetto eliciting at best shrugs from the locals
and the assortment of  prey and predators on those  mean streets.

No one would  ever think of ask Petunia to turn a trick.
People may think her crazy, crazy like a fox is she.
Don't underestimate the quiet lady, straight as an ironing board,
who would speech you off in a New York minute
were she to catch you looking at her queer.

A decade before the news broke that President Obama was spying on the world,
Petunia had figured, that the then president, Clinton, was monitoring radio transmissions
from Radio Bonaire in order to spy on Petunia who religiously listened
to Oral Roberts broadcasts.

I manage to survive stock market gyrations
thanks to meticulous study and transcendental meditation
Petunia betters me. She thrives in an island full of criminals
by employing in self defense the Jesus strategy
of being as wise as serpents and innocent as doves.

Van Gogh's Ear

I accidentally oozed a tube of bleed upon the canvas
Coincidentally, the Kool Aide in my cup also dripped

Accidents can lead to innovative art
Coincidences challenge forensic science

Blood a washed makes for pink.
Idle thoughts foreshadow ill

Yu Just Wokeup Da Boogeyman

Does a Poem always have to have a body
or his title sufficient?

Easy on The Mayonnaise

Sandwiched between what just occurred
and might have been but isn't
had I not been so horribly gangwiched

Dandwiched befixed who me thinks I am
and the fraud I perpetuate
daily

Flandished, and feeling flightly compressed -
Roast beef on rye,
if you please

The New Social Order

They plan to release the animals in the zoos of Costa Rica,
a commendable and humane thing to do.
Congradulations, Costa Ricans

Nothing should be held captured unneccesarily,
and for that reason, execute murderers, pedophiles and rapists
or resettle them where they can no longer cruelly disrupt law and order

Says One Virus to Another

If you think the posting of a poem
will last more than three minutes in any one's memory,
you are bound to suffer disillusionment.

If you think this hot one night stand
will be remembered sweetly into old age,
you haven't considered:

1,  The risks of venereal disease
2.  The ravages of dementia
3   and that the Age of Romance
     was killed by the invention of the microscope.

With the advent of implantations
was created a new way of looking
at our microbial existence.

Internet Musings

The internet can be likened to a Christmas Tree,
a constellations all lit up with gifts beneath
 in strange wrappings.

A subscriber logs on, a star twinkles
A subscriber logs off
and a light turns off.

This continuous stream of lights turning on and off
in no way compromises the Internet
It  will always grow beyond our expectations.

The Internet has no shape.  It is amoeba shaped.
Its vastness hints of an expanding
and unknown universe.

Like a teddy bear of humongous size,
the Internet has its warm and cuddly side.
Let's say, you're a toad in Brooklyn

You can mask as a Prince,
and tweet romantic to an aging freak in North Korea
pretending he's a 13 year old virgin.

But wait!  North Korea does not have an internet.
Probably neither does Hell
nor Heaven

Lord Blue

I would be a wall for you
between You and a battering ram
But were the wall to be breached,
and I to collapse in dust and mortar,
You would be no less the Almighty.

Treading upon my rubble, You would set
the enemy to flee in panic,
You are my Defender
You are my Restorer
I am merely a wall.

Always The Shoals.

Wash azure the linen
and into its folds pour glue
that past and present stick,
lest we dismiss that we exist .

Waves subtract sand from the beach ,
and from the water the sand separates.
Dreamer, I am the sequence to your bottom,
stretching downward from skipping white caps.

I am veiled, hooded Rider,
Kismet in my saddle
I ride Camel through the dunes,
under star clocks that mark the Arabesques.

Dreamers be not vaulted,
butterflies released must flutter,
and as to how or why they falter,
be not bothered, Navigation is our Father.

Sisterhood

Knock, knock. Who's there?
It's me, your trance in person,
Banshee of the Sorority of Jezebel and Sweet Tart,


that same Sweet Tart, who shaved a certain Samson
followed by a blowjob, he's bound to remember.

By "blowjob" I refer
to how Sweet Tart fluffed Strongman's feathers
after the crew cut he got in Acapulco

Everything is Everything

What a lovely language
all languages are
Canaries sing pretty
Mocking birds songs are thrilling
Owl hoot night's passage
Speed a recording of whales,,
and they sound like dainty canaries.

I am amazed that I finally think in English.
still I pray in Hebrew to God and  to myself,
and never I spoke a word to my mother
which was not in Ladino.
How many languages have been lost?
Still, is anything ever totally lost?
Everything is everything

Language Forever

Big Head has spoke;
You, I made something special
my gift to the gap which is present humanity

"Me" say over and over
me in the mist, me in the mix
I love you but I can not stand you.

"Me" as sweet as pollen gathering
is to honey combs.  I would like you,
but you are too sweet.

The word "one" implies ownership,
and to own is to desire.  In the code words
of we who ghetto: Everything is Everything!

Whorf

In deep mountain undertow
grain by grain
planet rearranges

Thus, dark chambers are to lanterns
as innocence is to knowledge that,
that which is seemingly clear as day
in its illumination holds the obscure
as curtains are to darkened rooms

Ding Dongs and Cling Clangs

It may seem strange, it may seem weird,
but in the language of  the Ding Dongs,
there was no word for "problem."

Ding Dongs simply lived "situations" of  common,  every day resolutions,
If a buck from a neighboring village stole your goat
or deflowered your daughter, you'd form a raiding party
and  pillage the delinquent's country.  No mercy to babies nor elders.
This was the Ding Dong's " Rule of The Spear."  Give unto others
to a deeper penetration than they give unto you.

If on the other hand, an extended dry spell occurred,
the Ding Dongs shouted and stomped the ground in dance
till the Celestial Hoser turned on.

Yep, our Ancestors had no words for problems of any kind ---
that is until the goddamn Cling Clangs arrived. Cling should mean "Polemic"
Clang should mean " a pain in the ass."
First, the Pains  labeled  us "inferior race."
Heck, who knew we were a race ?
We thought by "race" was meant a sport.

Then, the Cling Clang had a problem with Ding Dong dress.
They felt we should clothes in wool rather than in beads and feathers
our traditional Ding Dong cover..

Following the problems with race and feathers,
the Kling Klangs had a problem with that we played more than we worked.  
They were they were the ones chasing sheep all over the country, should we
be feeling guilty the fish in the coral were fighting to jump into our cookouts?
Add to this, the Kling Klangs  were multiplying like rabbits,
a rodent brought from Rope Land, the home land they call Europe.

You know what just occurred on me?
the  Klangers cover their bodies,
because au natural they look like pigs.

In short, we Dons got  the short end of a long stick.
Our mothers were put to slave in Klingon  kitchens.
Our pretty girls went to work in Kingdom brothels,
and in no small number died of syphillis.
And we, sons and daughters of those early cooks and butlers
were taught to worship the Holy Klan Man on A Stick.

Understand, that in Ding Dong culture,
men on sticks were  not worshiped but were prisoners of war,
who were floated down river after trial by barbecue

That's how the marshmallow chews
That's why it's called His-Story.

Rainy Days in Atacama

The more you think
the more you question
Questions prompt
additional questions
subtractional questions
divisonal questions, etc.
and ready answers refresh
like rainy days in Atacama

Dive Infinity

As into infinity he dives
into his wife he dives
like high divers into pools
Correction - lagoons

The "O" Word

We have a Chief we've nicknamed "Ears"
for shyness we be spied at the mention of his sir
whose name has now been cataloged
the dreaded "O" word

Required Field Must Not Be Blank

A grain of sand is a celestial posting
on a galaxy where time further subtracts
and tides going out go into a distant beach
like me in the morning, and you at night
We wait but do not hold our breaths
we are still trying to grasp it all.

We Clowns, Wee Martyrs

Poets and scribblers, musicians as well,
are sad clowns of red bulbous noses
with a knack for tripping over anything pretty

Have a hankering to explore something exotic?
Try Chinatown eateries before you're tempted
to visit lonely heart web sites

True romance is of the taste buds.

More of Paula and Less of Butter

I will entertain no charge of sin levelled against me
Lies complete are as hard to find as unadulterated truths
Inquisitors want forced confession and feigned repentance

That I once said "Niger" with attitude
does not in itself not make me Anti African
Be happy and  please excuse

Paula D.

Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can not hurt me.
What sheer hypocrisy in the matter of Paula Deen!

She should have been banned from television year ago
not for using the "N" words but for overuse of butter in her pastries.
By the way, what's the "N" word, I'm not from this neighborhood.

No --- Now Know

I think I've figured out the problem,
inadequate study of human behavior.
Lessons learned I fail to practice,
which makes me dumber than dumb.

Here in capsule
is what I've captured
Never trust anyone entirely.

As to my own trustworthiness
I haven't  been exactly a poster child
regarding the you-know-what
Ten Commandments

A Supreme Decision

The Court has ruled
Man may marry man
Woman, woman may wed

One convention will not be altered

One will be husband, one will be wife
Each pair shall choose, each two will decide
Can't wait to see what happens when polygamy is legalized.

The Quality of Hope

How could it happen
I talked myself into a prison
with no allowance for parole

Shall  I ever stop doing penance?
Will I one day cease sinning?
"The quality of mercy" rain on us

The Hawaiian islands
once fumed, once smoldered
Presently, they are lush and verdant

Maps That Scream

blue green green blue
green blue green through dark
stainglass rose tints flicker
garden shadows recede in wickers

lips pluck and plucker fleshy around a note surpassed
a Dizzy Gillespie b;ast of trumpet which sets me reeling
down the steep canyons of my past
I feel witty, Missy.  I feel  misty, too.

I feel willy nilly, Mister, and silly, too.
I feel like the wabbit in Alice.  Oh, pray, I beseech thee
leave me not feeling wabbit, for my transformer hums
and my loins are firing bolts of lightning.

Kindly understand that as in the building of a wall
first you slap the mortar, then you set the bricks,
so in the stew of chaos music swims.  In fact.
were it not for chaos, we'd have strait silence.

This in brief, this in britches is the swelling
this time of month that bells the weather.
The name is Maps, my thoughts run rampant
my spring runs rampant and crimson, too.

In The Garden of Mishaps

The evil of which I'm capable
I accept as a given
without taking satisfaction in destruction

I do take  comfort
my grit has not diminished
As old as I am, I still have teeth.

I admire the stealth of snakes
I walk with padded feet
as elephants do in their journeys

I  try to refuge like an owl but not betray location
with random and impulsive hoots.  This poem?
A scratch in response  to an itch

Smoking On The Beach

The sea is a non descriptive shade
of smudged carbon hinting green
as dismal a watercolor as the Atlantic is
the grey of weather lays heavy on us

Except for the the blue kite flapping above
except for the brown sand surrounding  us
everything is essentially clueless

In this state of passing absence
a man on a dune takes in the impending rain
he smokes a Camel, a brand whose slogan was
"I'd walk a mile for a Camel."

Smoking on the beach against the drizzle,
the cigarette sputters and one is left to wonder
the lengths people go to find relief

Whispers

Whispers will dress verbiage in fine raiment
Whispers will render more hits than misses,
and whispered joy often sounds like blown kisses.

Yet, in no way is anger downgraded when whispered
but rather as knives on stones are sharpened
outrage whispered speaks muffled and in hisses.

Evil

When not stuffing her face
she's feeding her ego
A monsterous ego is evil

Promiscuity

F -  for la Forza del destino
U - a Universal predictment is libido
C - Consensual does not justify
K - where love lacks, lust Kills

Promiscuity is sick sing
sung slipshod

Longevity Tips

Drive like a senior citizen.
Walk with a swagger
as if you're a kid

By all means
watch out for the speed bumps
and opposing drivers on cell phones

Song of Sums

It smells of curry
It tastes of cumin
"It "being what?  It being informational therapy.
"It" being images which take me back to island roots,
to dancing shadows in the cane rows of when I was young.

The winds gust in the vocals of the Coconut Range,
flapping banners on bamboo poles, fading  farther into evening's blade
the bade of  hours, the bade of dogs till arises the bantam cock once more
who mimics the Sun, that Sun of the  tropics who ruffles feathers everywhere.
I hear a loose galvanized roof flapping in the wind.

A train approaches, on board a beefy conductor of the British Empire
He could be one of the Queen's Guards dressed not in crimson
but in black, in his eye a twinkle, on his cheek the burnished mark
of they transitioning into West Indians.  I hear the click clock
of iron wheels on iron tracks.

The Beef Eater's children will jump Calypso as so do our Children
African and Indians. If one reincarnates 10,000 times,
how profitable is it to recall previous experiences?
DNA tells on us regardless.  Race is culture,
biologically speaking.  I hear the accents.

The some of totals in their particle states continue particular.
Song of Sums is, every living thing lumped together,
every pebble, every man, every woman, every infant
in spurs of birthing I hear.
The loose galvanized roof, I hear

Spoken Softly

Life is simple

It does not need to be complicated
I found a feather on the early
a cat may have eaten

Do not mourn over the lover who left you
Nor begrudge the cat who has to hunt to eat
Be like the morning, rejoice in Creation

Life is simple

World's Tallest Women

She's the tallest woman ever scene,
three stops up the flag pole, maybe more,
not much of a head from that I can see, a  bowling ball
perched pyramidal, a bald headed eagle on top of Mt.Whitney,

We meet at a function for snoots and degenerates.
A fag, who purports to be a fashion designer,
insists he spray my face with his designer laced scent.
I says to him, "How do I know you ain't CIA?

You wanna do me a flavor, roll me a joint,
and you take the first drag... just in case"
At that, Designer (masquerading as a fairy queen)
does a pantomime fade to black.

In the mean while, the tallest woman ever
pulls from the dense of  her undergarments
a wart of drawings as impressive
as impressive (I say) as Da Vinci's  sketched inventions!

The etches, me Lady, skechet were of train stations
and factories East German crumbling, and in the midst
a man in an Abraham Lincoln top hat. This mensch of zilch
floated on inflated pantalones.

This guy of zeros foretold of World Theater's last curtain call;
"...in an orgy of feasting, Planet smittereens into Big Bang retrofit.'
And in the mean while, the world meanest woman
went missing but turned up three decades later in Warsaw.

Surprisingly, me Lady was now a whole lot shorter than formerly.
Thus, no longer would I have to suffer the indignation of  Femme Fatale
towering over me, and  I having to mount a fire engine ladder merely to catch
a glimpse of the interior of her Roman nostrils.

"Dearest,"  I panted "suffer me to read you these hear verses
inspired by your statuesqueness".  She  retorted pissed;
 "Get Ucked, you Oron!  I  take here the license to self censor.
Why, oh why, do I always fall for the wrong length of woman???

I swear one day,
I'm gonna get me the world's shortest girlfriend,
and she best be no bigger than a thimble.
Now then...where did I leave my leotards?

Days on Earth

Whoever thinks the body is not a prison, ignores that the only sure escape
from its weariness is death. Pain and suffering are the acutest reality
because joy is too fleeting  to seriously consider.

What one needs to manipulate reality is a working knowledge
of  problems at hand, because understanding advances liberation
as well was attested by the condemned man in Kafka's "In The Penal Colony."

A third position holes to all fixed positions.
in that every system, every idea is incomplete and faulty,
therefore, debates to establish absolutes are silly.

Finally, do not permit anyone to know for certain either your fixed
or unfixed positions. Seek solely to be in full command of  your flank maneuvers
in that theater of operations which is Days on Earth.

Flee The Flea

Idleness is miser
Illness is misery

Runaway emotions leech you

Keep losers distant
Beeline it to the woods

Betterment

Many things are best left unsaid

Speaking foul of the dead,
will not bring you wealth.
Lamentations over old hurts,
will not make your bones any sounder.

Poem So Called

In 1939, Poland was pushed into the furnace kicking
There was a creepy man by the name of Hitler

No story should start this way...

Out of the ashes a new World emerged
The poem so called is History

Juice

Why juice
when you can eat the whole fruit?
Have you no teeth?
Have you a barrel for a stomach?

Is This A Poem or What?

Is it Trash Day already?
          Yep!
Another week is done.

Village Idiots

The navy man across from me drives an antique car that sounds like a jet plane revving.
In fact, the antique car brandishes the following sticker: I LOVE JET NOISE.
The 8 cylinder is the automotive equivalent of Town Crier.The navy man's kids
scream excitedly over the commotion.  The Neighborhood Watch, the local  retirees,
are undoubtedly communicating to the Base Commander the idiot's antics.
This where I live, the quaint Town of Pongo.

The house next to Sailor Boy belong to an old timer I've named Plutarco.
On Wednesdays, he sits on the porch making spiffy the rifles he fires on Fridays.
P. talks to his wife as if she's a dog. The couple has an elderly German shepherd
that resembles a sausage. Such a  sausage I swear I never saw!  Every morning,
Plutarco walks his property, head perpendicular to the lawn. Were Plutarco avian,
he'd be a wicked raptor.

On my side of the street resides the owner of a calico cat.
The man has an invalid  mother who appears at the window periodically.
The man  has a girl friend, I call "Rope" because her head of red is a monument
to the lines stevedores use to tether boats to piers. Rope and Mr. Bates are hoarders.
Their backyard is a cemetery of spent appliances and storage vehicles they move hourly
one side of the house to the other.  Neighborhood Watch also has them marked..

An then, there's the village poetess who resides in a make-believe ivory  tower.
That would be me ---the former Miss Riot, the present Miss Piety, so far from heaven lives she
and so close to Pat Robertson's Headquarters.  Oh well, all is not lost, we of Hampton Roads
can also boast Edgar Cayce, America's foremost psychic. I love binocularing people.
it beats warming a pew  full of I'm-sorries.  Could a spinster, sorry for nada,
ask for anything more than to observe the human comedy from high up her ivory idiot tower?

Yesterday and Beyond

Mother and Father Geese on patrol
Young ones feed and rummage meadow
as once did ancestral herds of  dinos

Pines shoot straight arrow
into blueeye wishing well
solar bulls eye oversees

Out of genesis of lake front moist,
frogs catch buggards in rambled bedding,
Buggards are wetland's caviar

Across the pond a would be "panther" stretches yoga on a porch,
content she is no more of big cat lineage.  She's okay with that,
the smaller version domesticated man

Behind the barn, a pair of owls clutches
3,000 rodents in bumper seasons
Owls serve us  kindly.

Life feasts
Life celebrates
life evolves with all its tricks

Train Ride

Hatred hurts the hated and demolishes the hater
Before I am brought to hate, before I am baited again
I will distance myself even if it means quitting my job of years,
and joining the Peace Corp in Kenya.

I'll take a hike and won't look back.

Down the tracks across Planet's pock marked, scared face
Imperial wisdom  laid rails, not just to facilitate commerce
but also relieve the congestion in cities
Congestion begets hostilities...

but damn if the Sowetos don't  keep popping up

Round Robin

Words borne born
Energy transmits
Thoughts are kinetic
Numbers are clues
Follow the tracks

Speed of light sustained
paraphrases Winehouse
Gets you back to Black
And then once more
Let there be blinding Light

Hook

Call it hook
call it tether
call it interdependence

Flesh and spirit are pegged and being
fabrics sewn together are subject to rips,
be kind to your neighbors, mankind and beasts

Throw a fool on top Mt. Everest or put him under a bus,
that's how vulnerable we are to the emergencies thrust upon us
Pray always for favorable weather.

Folks carry the consequences of their ancestors' misdeeds.
Be then not unfeeling to serial killers once caged
and ready to be tortured fittingly.

I say take the good path, ladies and gentlemen,
that nothing causes us to fear. Be we of uncluttered conscious
and in all things godly.

The meditation, the SOS we call, The Lord's Prayer.
affirms Earth and Heaven's linkage, and we also connect
when we choose to live Master's humility

Month's Close Promotions

Promote frugality, when shopping
and find solid arguments for keeping the money in your pocket.

Promote critical thinking.  Accept the reality,
the purpose of most reports is to purposely miss inform you.

Pushin' Buttons

Making a million pushing buttons
no longer thrills

What else is there?
If not sex, religion

Does This Make You A Vampire

Let's say the guy has a 75 inch reach  Yours is 69.
Add to the 6 inch advantage, a cutlass in hand
that measures about a foot and half, The guy's
6 inch advantage has multiplied by 4.

Out run the assailant?   Probably not!
Best chance of surviving is rush into the fray
Get up close, nose to nose close a  lover
close enough to give him a kiss.

But you don't want to kiss the fiend.
You want to bite him and geyser his jugular.
Get him so concerned with his own dilemma,
he forgets he wanted to chop you to death.

Does this action qualify you a child of Dracula?
If it does, we need more vampires in the British army.

Some Men

Some men were meant to be celibate
I've known a few.  Wondrous they
who hearkened to the calling.

Bloke goes for Broke

When I a lad sailed the Dragon's Eye
I made it a  point to not miss daybreak and sunset
I've had my share of  viewing the Green Flash in nautical twilight
I've known the exuberance of greeting a new day in open water

When I feel blue these days,
I shut my eyes and smell even where I'm present,
a thousand miles in Mid America, I still smell,
Australia musky coastline, a day's journey from docking.
Old Sailor, may your fading memories, bring you
deserved release,and for those reminisces you can not shake,
may they make you a kinder bloke.
"Should ole acquaintances be forgot..."

Post Privacy Generation

Everybody wants to be famous,
and that's why they tweet their business
to the world.  Post Privacy braggarts

Mapovia wants only privacy.  Secrecy equals privacy,
and that's why no one sees Mapovia without her assortment
of wigs, veils and other disguises like that of a fly on the wall,

To each their own, they say.
To each the mob, say I
Invisibility turns me on.

Fresh Ideas, Big Talkers

Tweet your words differently
and change your way of seeing

Enlarge your thinking
and soon you'll increase productivity

Why people go-to-for motivational speakers
We all seek validation, we all wanna believe in Can-Do

Slingshot vs. Giant

You lose your voice
you lose your person
you lose your person
you lose your soul

No matter the monster you're up against,
keep your voice in the tongue of the Fathers
Be still and know that I am God

Pax Americanus

I find your talk troubling.
Why frame the bulk of your ideas
in terrifying Doomsday scenarios?

On my wall hangs a clock made in China
It runs on battery. One day the battery will fail.
We'll get a replacement.

Obviously the clock will not always hang
on that particular wall.  Clock, wall and me
are bound for transformations.

Does this means Doomsday? Perhaps.
But why paint the inevitable so scary?
Why not rejoice and  call it Broomsday?

Constitutionally Speaking.

Existence equals presence
Presence plus motion presents challenges
Such the complexities of immigration,
Right to Life, Pro Choice, etc.

Where there is gravity
there is friction
Where there is movement
there are bound to be collisions

It is in the Constitution of Creation written.
The Preamble categorically states it
I am paraphrasing:
Let Us Have A Big Bang

Self Improvement

At best, you're standing still,
if you're not moving forward.

If you're not moving forward,
you're falling behind.

Serve Creation,
move forward.

Closet Curtain Clicks

Closet curtain clicks
and the Princess slides into the tangle
Again a gain in being almost virgin

Touch of mint upon his cheeks
She is intrinsic to apple glow.
a still life portrait before a ruined  convent

Curtain clicks
Pond fish positioned in the ready
for the priceless one time gulp

Whilst dragonflies cull and craft
the near, the dear
arabesques of aerodynamics

Maids Like Me

Take in rains at dusk
full-wide nostrils
.
Ears hear the song.
the pitter patter.

Purity is sought.
Truth is given.

Cart and Latern

Another Place, Same Ole Planet


My pulse is Russian.
my eyes Jewry
I identify with caravans,
an ancestral proclivity.

I understand the atheist.
I once was there too.
Now I'm at another place
still grounded to the planet.

A Ghost of A Chance

From second to hour
first day to last

In grief as in wait,
in urgency's haste

In earthquakes
as in civil unrest

Pray the all day communication
in the hollow of timelessness,

In the wells of lost and found
the quiet thoughts of souls at rest

Spare Change, Christian?

You've heard per chance of String Theory,
Blessed is the Hymn whose 5-note name Everlasting!
I smell the rains tonight come in sheets into the port city where I live.
I thrill to see the rivers of the streets resulting run rampant
diked by curbs, cascading into the sewer lines,

from there flowing onward to the sea in slips,
back up again rising into clouds and down once more in sheets
as has happened in the before when Earth fumed,
and from magnum torrents emerged the green, green isles
of the Pacific.

Reality is change.
Change is Master. Change is Mistress.
It is for said reason that when the parking lots beggars of me inquire
if I have spare change, I must  respond in truth:
Spare change does not exist!

Torah

There are not enough hours in the day
to tinker the tinks which need thinking

There arenot enough years in a life
to examine the Law of Instruction

Be then, consoled, we have eternity
for ample worship

Appreciation, Depreciation

The little you had
was taken away

Cause the lack of appreciation
makes for depreciation effect

Goodbye to good times
say hello to nevermore

In all things be vigilant
therefore

Mr. and Mrs.

They are Mr. and Mrs. Frugality
They may spend a lot of $$$ on toilet paper,
but they do not buy shit.

Their shadows shall not touch
the grounds of a yard sale
nor cross the threshold of Big Lots.

The Problem in Palestine

The thicker the marker,
the more its staying power.

Boundaries traced in blood,
bleach is vexed to lighten.

More Bangs for Your Bucks

The medium of television is primerrily a medium of noise
Noise catches audience's attention

The entry points into TV programs out of commercials;
the exit points into commercials into TV fare;
are primerrily almost always introduced by explosive sounds.

If these burps and farts were no existent, you'd probably fall asleep
If canned laughter were not pervasive,
you'd probably sit somber through the sitcoms.

More bangs for your bucks keeps TV prosperous
The result of any given 3 hour watch  is that the senses turn gummy
and you are amply programmed

Just you see, Professor Higgins, trun off the contraption off  for a week,
and you'd be amazed of how dramatically your life will fall to pieces.

Hat's Off

A beret is a hat. Bonnets are hats
Yarmulkas and helmets are hats as well

A wig is a hat made of human hair
Those best served by hats are we who are bald.

I am proud to be bald.
Day and night, my dome shines bright.

Coincidentally, did you know?
Josef Stalin liked his women's head shaved clean.

Revolving Doors

To allow temptations to entice or flee from them.
To sin or not to savor rush, the tremors
of forbidden fruit the lust to know
the taste death

Liars are thieves and that's a fact!
Liars would con Truth if they only could
Three times over, Truth they'd kill.

Smart thieves move up the ranks,
and murderers start out liars.
To do or knot. Revolving doors
are each and every one of us

Poor Mr. Trout

Swimming in the arts
cold stream swimming
eyes and heart
mountain jumping streaming.

Snowballs from high
where Colorado curvature
meets the curvature of sky
Swim, you rainbow lips quick to bite

Kaleidoscope fan your tails, you scales, through currents
where ice melts slower than summer cometh.
Suck in breath, you flapping gills,
over highways of river pebbles.

The will to eat the swim to eat
Totems be the last of ye,
pale face included,
chest high in rubber boots.

Line, flies and net fry catch.
Sun drops. Stars candelabra forward,
caroling icicle variations on a quintet theme
by Franz Composer Schubert.

Agrrrrh!

When I see yellow buds bust from green,
I wonder if  it's snap for them, or is it like it is for us,
the budding accompanied by primal screaming?

When I young woman swung ax,
kindling gathered and strung necklaces of skulls,
I taught my boys how to kill in hunt and war,

little could I have dreamt one day
I'd be hung in museum closet
desecrated  head to toe.

Hear what the Museum Windpipes say:
We're not certain of Agatha's age
By the looks of  her vertebrae, she might have had a tail.

Of what she deceased is under consultation.
Might have been diabetes,
or some other kind of cave life peril.

In Ice Age, there wasn't much one could do to keep warm
Catching mink was tricky business,
and you needed at least 6 fat ones to fashion stole.

Ten thousand years later,
St. Nick is portrayed as jolly,
essentially because he had a high caloric diet.

How Hot Pants managed to squeeze his fat ass
down a chimney and  then back up, is anyone's guess.
Maybe the Museum Windpipes know

Poem's Beginning

Who knew no joy,
in Him joy strengthens
and liberates.

Who died, I live for Him.
Who into hell descended,
like Him I'll resurrect.

A poem's beginning a psalm's fulfillment,
the poet David,
I partaker, I recipient.

Cookie Sheets

You live moments
Music rises and falls in notes
Hours pass in seconds
Song Writer is in deep arranging.

Then bang!  Inspiration vanishes.
Song Writer is are more than empty,
for there is empty like never been filled,
and there is empty like well run dry.

Song Writer is understandably withered
Inspiration has voided her like she may not rebound too quick?
Thus, the Song Writer's cookie hath crumbled.  Despair not; woman!
A crumbled cookie is essentially a rearranged cookie sheet.

What about you, friend, how's your tank,
are you running on empty?

Moore Said

You little pathetic woman
begging affection from one who doesn't loved you
You are a mop head.  You've are a dust bin!

But know, you,genders, that as one may stand on a street corner
watching 18-wheelers truck, the drivers don't rule the road
The rules of the road do, and violators are ticketed.

More be said,
I'd be accused
of tinkering with your brakes.

Man Up

Fatherhood defines a man

There's more to a man
than the size of a penis
There are more penises than men

How else to account for so many unwanted children
whose fathers have been like plants dispensing pollen?

Instruments of Candle

I bring to table a pebble
I bring to the table a buckle

Rounded pebble syllable of  water tongue
grand design of floods and trickles

Busted buckle moss encrusted
sleep walking to the forest edge

Sleep walking to the pond
where Spanish moss hang  faces

In womb, I was  pebble,
I heard sad mansion moaning

She stood last night, a stoic wife
under good  husband's avalanches

But know you now, insulter,
her lover's sleeves are green.

His fingers lattice her breast;
his kisses are insistent beetles.

She is  longer sure Resurrection is what she reckoned
if Reincarnation is a curse like a candle that burns and wanes.

Unsure if life indeed is candle, if suffering indeed is wax,
may the instruments of the device not disappear;

the flame which tolls the bell in the candle's belfry;
the wick which is the buried worm bound to burn.

Would you have had it some other way
that she buried you between her legs

And now disinters you, l
liken then  the tongue to a shovel,

the digging done, the shovel is oiled anew.
You, the living should be the diggers

and for the dying, please dig at least 6 feet.

Long and Longer

Genius and idiot have this in common;
they have trouble standing still for long.

Elephant and tortoise have this in common;
because they're slow, they are long livers.

I have a problem with long and longer
How much longer can I long for you to return?

Intolerance

Even if I were intelligent, which I'm not
why should my opinions bother you?
Because you do not care to share them?

Or is it because I may win over some of your followers?
I would not dare. I am so tickled by those I prick,
I will not join your party but to spoil it,

Persian Rug

Don't envy me that I am rich
do not pity me that I am poor.

In my luxuries, I am poor
in my tattered wraps, I am rich.

Some men are slated to be lawyers
many are liars beyond the profession

I have been from young a collector of curiosities
from my fountains and the streams of others

A Walk on The Light Side

I kiss earth and heaven with my eyes
I envy no man nor covet their wives

I lust no woman's daughter
Am I saintly?

It took a century
to come to my senses

Drip and Drop

Every issue
Every action
has sounds particular to them,
and sounds of mouth are often leaking faucets

Ra, Ra, Hip Hip Hurrah!

True the Sun will set
True It will rise tomorrow
True our core timepiece is the Sun
which has for mirror pocked face Moon
and for sisterhood our other celestial neighbors.

We recognize that His Majesty the Sun is spotted,
and that He flares special and magnificent.
We recognize Gravity keeps things grounded,
and that the seasons keep us transit,
that the faith of tribes lives in the wilderness.

Can not the same be said of God as is said of the Sun
that God is also spotted, and that God Omnipresent
has also flared terribly through the Ages
Thus, the wisdom which is whimsical informs us Primitives,
 that we Suns of Ra are Sons of Hiss.

Two-sided Story

If you can't beat them, join them.

If you wanna beat them, join them.

The Mix

World as we know is word construct
the palace, the brothel, the tortured hand
begging alms

A face in the sea of a crowded pond
does not compute
By Jove, it's mine!

The nose grown longer, yours the eyes
another's mouth,' what else who knows?
Not the floater facing down

Flick begets Flack

As usual, this hour of the day,
the traffic bumps bumper to bumper.
Everybody's going home from a hart day run,
including yours truly a harried worker of the phone business.

Well here I is, wanting to cross into Allgood from La Olla..
A driver of civil mindedness (on the other side) leaves an opening,
but the driver in front does not jump at the opportunity.

In fact, for about 10 minutes, she just sits  there
like a deer caught in the headlights, as they say.  
I honk her to move. She flicks me the finger. I note her bumper sticker;
"Socialism is not cool." her feelings in general, I;m sure concerning civic mindedness.

More and more, I come to the belief,
the opposite of socialist
is fascist oink-oink

Suds Gets In Your Eyes

Him's voice sonorous
Him's manners prince
Don't be fooled by this
Him's 800 pound gorilla
Albeit, Silverback, the kindest kind

Her's a spirited, high yellow Nymph
half in girth, half Him's height
Her's tightly coiled like String Theory
Her's sings canary to Him's rumble speak
Yet Him's and Her's are terribbly attracted

Like sea to sky attractified
like sky to sea attracttified
Consider how sea and sky induce the rains...
Where Him's and Her's first meet, I'll tell:
At office party of mega employer, IHp.

Him's directs soap commercials there
Her's scores limerick verse to corporate hymns.
Swift trip for Him's and Her's from party to La La land
Him's feels a riotous thumping
trailing Her's unmerciful flirtations

Him's big gorilla head is man-size pumping
like downhill giant slalom a jumping
Him's gorilla hands  are moisting,
the fingers of which are like coconut trees.
the tips of which are like toes of elephants
.
Still with those humongous palms of Him's,
Him's gently paws the high yellow forest Nymph.
Him's midnight eyes flicker fireflies
Her's gaze is virtual astronomy
Her's  has touched the Ape's dark soul

Never a duo were never so unlikelyl
Seconds into throws of confetti at midnight,
Him's and Her's decide to step in tow.
Yep, step in tow with no pretensions nor excuses,
and with no thought whatsoever of what will people say.

In the language of Soaps
as far back as romantics go
Him's and Her's fall in love,
wild and woolly in love.
This is it and that's that!

2 Come to 1 Accord

Saving Face:

First thing Friday morning after garbage collection,
we'll head for Reno  I'll do the oil change on the garaged car there,
then double back.  This will provide us a legitimate excuse.
for friends and family as to the separation;

you, to tend to the cacti in our Reno homestead;
me, to the paint the apartment in Flagstaff  the colors I've always wanted
You and I know this was inevitable.  Irreconcilable differences.
Let's shed a tear together.

It's taken 20 years

Oh Little Star of Beth Israel

Playlist:  Oh Little Star of Bethlehem
               Come All Ye Faithful
               Silent Night

Fall in love for sure
but do not neglect
to drop into deep well of silence

Fret not, you will not be extincted there
but rather, emerge the Black Hole a Super Nova,
a Polar Light for night and day.

As is written, Salvation is of the Jews.

Gee

If I do not speak
I am unlikely to do wrong,
for all the wrong I've dung
has been preceded by speech

C is for Comet

It's winter on the boardwalk
The hotel rooms are boarded up
The passenger on the veranda
is stranded in an hour glass,
staring dumb at a frail curtain,
the sand piles up then erodes
around his legs.

Were a comet to appear from under the horizon,
and size Mr. Jolly face to face, stranded there haplessly on the beach
it would prove conclusively, that not because you breathe you live
In the mean, meanwhile Ethel Mermaid whales the old goat
the sad, lament, that you don't have a ghost of a chance.
Wrong, chanteuse,  ghosts don't pray.
I still do.

Now and Then

I have tasted what it is to be free
owning nothing
and owned by no one

I know too well
what it is to love
and not be loved in return

Had I not been a willing participant
in lies and fractured lives
I'd stand blameless before you now

Doomsday Preppers

I guarantee you that when the end does come,
They'll have no shortage of toilet paper

They Might Be Vampires

Their windows have tripled blinds and curtains
The inhabitants wear sunglasses at midnight
In the bowels of their home,
they must keep the altar to Hitler secret,
They might be vampires.

Divers

Divers perceptions can at best be adequate
sometimes. however, the view is screwy on account of faulty optics
sometimes hazy due to conditions of internal drizzle

Reverse the lens around for a second
Are you able to peer any clearer into the labs
of the lab technicians, we who by nature are psychopaths?

F Girl

Filibuster Woman aims to be
the loudest broadcast revelation
of where you don't want to be seen

Filibuster Woman aims to talk you under the table,
can you in a casket, if she can.

Your last great hope is that of the 7 hundred billion atoms,
which constitute the 3-D map of Mapovia
none of these drift over to Filibuster Woman's RIP.

That would be Purgatory,
might even qualify for Hell

The Prisoner

See how long you can keep your mouth from opening
to the ends of  conversing and feeding your face.
Believe me, a smarter choice than suicide.

See how long you can withstand the cold
before the last candle burns out. Believe me,
a superior option to that of committing gluttony.

Almost There

Two distant planes white feather sign
the blue blank page of winter high

Far below, shadow hawk skims the forest
skimming hawk shadows forest.

In every thing, timing is everything
particularly in waiting and waiting to begin.

U Prove

I forgive the enemy
that is Christ

I do not forget the enemy
that is dementia

I assist the enemy to not trespass
me more than once

Race

She says to husband,
"Forget all the white people
living in the neighborhood."

Like a shot in the woods, husband reports,
"White people in the neighborhood?"
"I didn't notice.  I thought they were gray."

Good Friday

Om the hill, "Skull", where hammer meets nail,
and nail splits joints from tendons,
splintering with blood the wood beneath,
can one simply pick up and fly away?

I think it possible
but the bird is badly mangled
The flight from fight is death.

Romp

It's kaddish gaity
melancholic provocative
like a fairy boy romping in the park
not a care in the world,
only a vague dread of aging.

Tints

My abode wears shades
I don't

Party Tune

The party ends when the music stops
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt

North Korea is threatening again.

H to P

Heaven to Head
Head to Feet
Feet to Plant
I believe in His Name
I draw His Power

Eye of The Needle

It's  a small ass world, smaller than you think,
chuck filled with relatives. you don't know exist -
that is until one dubious day, you get lucky and win the lottery.

Hell be damned,  if everyone ain't blood already!
The Pygmies are kin to the Windsor Castle bunch
The Queen, herself, is related to a hooker in the Bronx.

I was the black sheep of  my own family
Then the announcement that I held the 200 million Powerball ticket
King Solomon said it; the rich are never short of friends and well wishers.

Case in Point

Here's the deal
a deal almost surreal
My friend, take heed!

Sue's a wow chic I met last month
Says she loves me more than she loves God,
which is an awful lot coming from an atheist.

Is Sue jerking my liberal Judaism cords,
What evil thing might Sue be cooking?
Sue's a cutie chucky doll

Works for Bank of America
Makes barrels of money
In her 50's, she still pumps iron

So, what does Sue see in me
She towers a foot over my bald head,
Has a slamming body like Halle Berry

Sue's  a blond, blue eye Aryan,
freckled  in places like leopards are spotted.
I've thought it over, yes I have!

I''ll stick to my own kind
a girl not so glam who does profess to love me
more than she loves God, whatever whoever God  is

Dear readers, think twice who you bed
They will change your life in ways you can not know
A case in point: Travis Alexander and Jodi Arias.

Under The Sun

Under the Sun
under the Moon
the month of March let's loose the coil

And every animal that makes a noise.
hollers loud and clear at The Now
Forever's crystal image

How's The Coffee

Excitingly fragrant
scented of you
at the  cup's rim
steam rises

Two Can Do

The depths of water
river links in sky,
on land to ocean bottom

The depths of water
snow capped mountain links
to blazing desert

The tears of you
the blood of me in you
the depths of water

That they will not take away
bonding is of attraction
One is union

Bullies

We the panic stricken to confront bullies
are so in fear because we dread
to do the violence they perpetuate.

If  we could only overcome our hesitation,
we might be bullies too.

Therefore, the only way to deal with bullies
is knock out their teeth and pull out their tongues
that through humility we may abandon insolence.

Looks to Move

Air blows leaf moves
Vocal cords of forest

Hawk swoops

Cuttings and eyes of Day
Is what It says

Aerial Godivas

They're whistling and chirping the nesting time
the difference between birds and aeroplanes
there are no feathers lost in hangers

Sword, Eye and Magic Wand

A sword hangs over your skull
A magic wand floats over your head
A golden eye  stares and blinks above the conscious

Your choice which one to pick
Thus, thoughts shape our destiny.
Summarized, our heads are the bottom halves of exclamation points

The Shape of Woman

The perfect sing the perfect face
belonged to the glowing man
the senescence man,the essence couple
who found paths to cross the river
and hike upcountry the Alps of Italy,
veering north by northwest as well as east
over the Himalayas to the reaches of Mongolia
and then to the Americas as far as Patagonia
to islands everywhere, the continental drift
for sure the shade of woman
the Africa in us all

Letters in The Sand

She goes tripping the beach this morn
in search of seashells almost gone
mostly fragmented washed ashore
the sea a mouth, the beach is spittle
You want exotic go Caribbean

This dawn Myrtle goes beach
as Myrtle does and did before
she of lace and foam
the boy she loved a sailor boy
the man she married a lighthouse giant

In the zone of Cape Henrico
knee Tdeep in surf
the maid goes big toe first
kinda like into a crossword puzzle.
purely tidal, oddly sinister.

The gulls, the gulls,
the gulls are always gulling

New Night

A new night renders its dark light
a new night under astronomy's intricate canopy
a new night where shooting stars could be somebody's expletives,
and the flickering twinklers might be the flaming tongues of fading candles

Caravan to Doom

One way to sing
one way to dance
to truly hear is to feel intensely

Wheel chair bound
or otherwise imprisoned
ride the music forget to worry

My cello and I once were lovers
till we parted ways on a train station
boarding passengers to Treblinka

Telescopic Stew

Sky is Ceiling
Heaven has no Lid
When I was six I reckoned

Think Mind of Mine
Think Sequence of all Thinking.
Think beyond the Ceiling

Galaxies are Spirits
in the furthest Prisms
Hubble eyeballs witness

Horizon to Horizon
See telescopic Sea.
Action Word explodes

According to the Manuscript
Birthing ensued. When I was five,
in Puddles I saw Oceans.

Circumstances of War

That's how Haggard lost his toes
on a midnight bench in mid October,
the day before of balmy weather
storm blew down from Canada.
Into the park the blizzard flew where the beautiful fountains leap in spring,
on the edge of Sweet Auburn, where Martin Luther King Jr. is entombed.

Assassins mashed both fellows, Haggard and King.
King for being black, Haggard because a vagrant took his shoes
while Haggard snored neath falling snow blanketing on him in the park;
King Preacher of civil rights; Haggard sergeant first class in Korea.
Later in Viet Nam; the trooper got a taste of Agent Orange.
King, beaten dizzy by burly cops; Haggard, grenade shards in his back.

The poor wifeless Haggard,
homeless, hapless Haggard,
Toe-less sergeant first class.
Whoever experiences combat,
to  some degree we become like him.
Conditions of war.

Writing Fiction

Whatever the genre
whoever the audience
the writing of fiction
lends plausible arguments
in defense of alternate realities.

The writing of fiction rummages
through age old questions.
Are We alone?
And what about String Theory?
And what about Spaghetti?

What a deal.
I provide you symmetry
in exchange for room and board.

Vampires and Werewolves

Ages 21 to 35,  do you read me?
I .invite you to of my apple take a bite.
My childhood experiences I brought from Asia.
The streets of New York were my finishing school.
Hear me, my children, I do not give bad advice.

Strive to withdraw from the work force early.
It is not fair to work for decades
and retire decrepit, an award on the wall
for having achieved Fat Man's goals.
Capitalism can be gamed.

Equally important is to live secretive.
The only evil eye that need concern you
is that of official inquiry and peer scrutiny.
Be invisible and be invincible.
Chasity and privacy demand Fort Knox security,

The pursuit of happiness requires well guarded privacy.
In that regard, do not let people know where you live.
Dummy addresses give to next of kin.
For friends, a postal box should be sufficient.
Have your foes think you reside in Transylvania,

In creepy Transylvania where the woods all around
are cloaked in doom and fog, where on full moons,
you transition into a werewolf of vile ferocity.
and at dawn return to the crypt with other vampires.
Be invisible and be serene.

Dainty At Table

I come to the Forum to survey.
I prey and pray on verse.
I devour but do not kill wantonly.

I give thanks to the meal
that contributes to my nourishment.
Some eat with forks, some with chop sticks.

Hammers Soft, Hammers Hard

The writer of song has rhythms she owns,
she breathes, bleeps and blinks to galaxy notes,
the swish of her dresses when dresses she wears.

The writer of song dares happy.
Sad she ages by years and in barrels.
Here and there, the writer of song.

Present and inspired when Johannes Brahms'
heavy hands hammered hard,
hammered soft the piano

Call Me "Broom"

First my father,
then the teachers,
last of them my husband preacher.

Dependent of each other
and of one authority
they me duly sent into exile;

that I had no rite to write about
especially no right to question
every blooming everything.

When I  poemed local Polly Annas
when  Scripture-like I spewed verse
my ass they did and thrice did curse..

Through clenched fists I heard them oath
"Let's water-board the bitch,
and do humanity a  freakin' flavor."

"Better yet, between two walls
let's spread eagle her leg to leg
so she can savor a taste if hell."

I have survived you pious robes,
you hooded sheriffs,
grand inquisitors of us  maidenheads.

Bye, bye  I'm off, you sawed off males
to cartoon sweep
in other places, other faces.

What They Don't Tell You

Cialis warns:
For an erection lasting 4 hours,
seek immediate medical attention.

For an erection lasting 4 days,
you might need an embalmer.

Sunny Side Road

Chevy stops in front of my apartment this early Saturday morning
Driver steps out, squat, fat, ruddy fellow sporting  red t-shirt,
"LEE"  emblazoned in white across his male boobs.
Maybe name of college he attended.

Lee hurriedly opens 4 doors of car, including the trunk he pops. Kid inside Chevy
toots horn insistently.  Down the street, Lee's mate comes chugging, dressed in black;
flip flop footed she.  She smiles the smile of awkward moments. Her bra is coming loose.
Seems Lee dog, in heat, dug a tunnel under the fence to try to get to hot blooded Senorita Chihuahua.

All passengers on board --- chase commences in earnest for Lief. Mrs. Lee exits car
and flanks left; while Mr. Lee, behind the wheel, continues to jump stop and follow 2 miles an hour.
All the while, brat honks horn with vengence. With such a racket, at such an ungodly hour
Mapovia's Friday night  hangover aches the worse..  Only in America!

Oy, no observant Hebrew would dream of chasing a pet on Sabbath.
Therefore, it's safe to say, the Lees are damn, bloody gentiles. Finally, the big hairy dog
permits its capture, and Family Lee, satisfied with happy closure, drives away towards Pensive Lane,
one block north down from  where I live on Sunny Side Road,

I  note that the Lees' personalized license plate reads, "HELLO."
A rear bumper sticker further informs, WE LOVE LABRADORS.  They would!
Cartoon frolic is Mapovia's schtick.  Am I having fun, already?
Hay, It beats complaining.

Darwin, Horizon, Kilamajaro

You can't make people like you.
You Bees are who you are.
Whatever you are
be happy Evolution's works.

People might say
you're vertically impossible;
your're nostrils spaced too far apart;
your eyes have cow like  lashes.

Jackals will be cads. We Giraffes
can't help but being gals, physically adept
for higher grazing;  our line of sight not the Beetle's
who scours the day in dungs heaps.

Because these neck of ours gracefully extend,
horizon and Kilimanjaro play steady in our heads.
Thus, we walking skyscrapers are closer to Heaven
than other mammals.

Do not think us vain that we are tall..
We do not disdain, let's say, armor plated Rhinos
who dig for Grub with horn centimeters above their tar black lips.
Rhinos we are not nor wish we ever were.

Hithertofore, Animals, who coo, howl or hiss,
praise Lord Evolution's creativity
how far reaching who can guess?

I"m No Longer That

You want me gone.  I oblige.
Do not comment on my unkempt appearance.
I no longer shave.  I hardly eat.
Imagine me a ghost.

I sleep a lot to enter after dark dream realm.
I return to wake as those creatures return from winter.
As I exercise breathing, I endeavor transparency.
Glass you can see through, one side as through the other.

Once I had two faces;
one opaque, the other reflective.
Once I was a mirror.
I am no longer that.

New Design for Urban Living

You'll not sink into clarity
as you would into depression.
You'll not drown in clarity.

Submergence into it
supplies the needed oxygen

You'll settle into serenity
as meteors snuggle into pay dirt.
After much travel, alas a  revelation!

You'll cozy into  clarity as worms
do in mulch rich  gardens.

Dig is the prayer
dig is the hope
of anyone seeking traction

A Suddent Drop in The Weather

I stand  stoic in Halifax
looking towards Scotland
across the broad Atlantic

Storms propel flocks over steeples
their crosses like antennas
the weather vanes are screaming.

As relief is to stone
commotions broil in oceans
I stand disheartened in Dunedin

Musing over the brooding Atlantic

moon unveils her shimmer
bats emit from Celtic shutters.

Moss eats away at crumbling churches

Wings and wind are inseparable
gloom and moon fly as one

You and I, centuries absent
I'd bell you an albatross
on your birthday.

There's a shinning in me, little sailor
that hankers we talk heart to heart,
so pour me another round

Trending

Every trend is measurable
Evolutionary forecastable.
The given

In labrinths of entertain,
Tweeter transferable
Expandable expendable

No longer shall good taste
be mandated by powdered wigs
College deans and high estates

We're talking reality TV
Take it or leave it
Your butt is mine

To The Author of The Fog

It took a while for me to grasp
that when you walk in the fog,
nothing really changes,
for the sky is always at your feet
where it delineates as a horizon.

Likewise, the sky is always in your lungs
So it is we hope that heaven is up
after to gravity we succumb completely.

A Fine Inauguration

A fine inauguration,
The first president of the United States,
born in the former Kingdom of Hawaii
takes the oat to defend us on Abraham Lincoln's and MLK's bibles

The only thing to make the event more solemness
would be the inclusion of the bibles
of Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson.

The Learning of Language

The learning of language
are exercise in discipline.

When I bid you to be quiet,
I mean for you to zip it.
When I tell you to "shut up,"
it does not mean to start complaining.

The learning of discipline
is the practice of self reliance.

Mother Tiger and Her Kittens

In a world raw, regurgitated,
just too violent to stomach,
what options due we half?

Be a sheriff, pack a rod.
Shoot to kill. Aim for the middle,
you might hit the jackpot

But absent badge, and desiring none
neither desiring to hip holster nor shoulder arms,
my bushmaster rifle is Christ compassion.

You may maim and murder me,
but you cannot disrupt
my peace for long.

However, what if
you're a stay home mom,
kids to protect, three little girls?

Pedophiles and sadists abound,
may even reside one block down.
The swamp is dank, dismal and dark,

Don't bluff, be ready, Mom.
Post a warning at the door. 
Mother Jumpers will be shot on sight.

Intruders, invaders beware.
This house is armed like you have no idea.
No care you be census taker or  Jehovah Witness.

Fortuitous

If it is a defect, it is a beautiful defect.
If it is an accident, it is a fortuitous accident.
It does, it happens
in art and in science.

We may suppose to grasp route causes
We are skilled at building the wonderful Hubble,
but in the deep, the very deep,
there is no top, no bottom.

The humble prayer is adequate,
the unconditional surrender to  Mystery.
I am not a brook, but my hands and feet
plunge into them in spring melt or winter peak

The cosmic purpose of humanity
is  fulfilled when everyone accepts
the duty to make and leave things of beauty
as did the Ancients in the stunning sights they left us

I love the trumpet of Miles Davis
I wonder if anyone feels him
as intensely as eye dew.
I melt as melt the icy brooks,

Acapulco Vactione

Think about it -
Woman's nipples are covered
for public consumption for general audiences.

How cone not the nipples of men?
Are we all babies?
Is there a difference between eye fed and breast fed?

186th Street

A 9-day cliffhanger. Lost in Manhattan.
A hole in the wall.  Hole and wall are terms of art.
They are choices not chance.
Really?

A 9-day letter,
A 9-day passage from Bremerhaven
The Neumann Factor
186th Street

How Good Is My God

Could I have wished a New Year's Day
to suit a projected idyllic mood,
to soothe the soul, to whet my appetite
I could not have wished for more, my deer.

You  on the coals, me stoking the flames
Drizzle pearling the gray light morning
Me a little wiser than last night.

Like Eggs

Be not surprised one day to find
elephants and whales swimming in pods
playing together in the same blue pond.

Whales and elephants are wonderfully big,
warm-blooded creatures, generally considerate
to them of their size.

On another note, don't be puzzled
that I of your gender, am by you so enthused
I confess you herewith my conditional surrender.

Still, let us be clear that in love's addenum,
lust need not follow like flapping tails
fag onto kites.

Let's you and I, be us like eggs, each in her yolk.
If cooked, sunny-side up but heaven forbid never scrambled
that none could tell where one begins and the other ends.

Last Night Dreaming

Never again shall you hear me beg for mercy

not in cyber sonar, not in three dimensions

I'll make no utterance to make you giddy

I'm  so on the way to liberation
I no longer see you as temptation
       except to want to beat
the living daylights out of you.

He Didn't Fib, You know The Rest

At times I feel guilty
that I'm a woman of leisure,
and do damn little to better the world,

except drive with care,
be peaceful and go for happy
even when I'm raging mad.

Should I feel guilty? I think not!
Though I'm far from pretty
I know to lay low and fib smart

Clowning with Lipstick

The carpet white
The furniture plush and egg
Down the spiral staircase she descends
in shimmering trembling negligee

The only white not of her
her blushed nipples her engine lipstick

She takes to theatre her little ladder
to do the little morning garden
Shears sharp and silver her idiomatic
She nips the hanging ivy.

Asphalt and Raindrops

Horn blower, thou art, key note poet
Street and town names change, always do
Keepsakes clutch secrets close to the womb

I  jazz quartets
I  portrait strokes in smoky quarters
I tinge binges

Hudson River rains on me once more
Asphalt is my tongue
Teardrops run the gutter

The More Civilized

The more civilized a nation, the more
women have a say in its governance.

Time Fabric

Were all things known
there'd be no reason, no excuse
to call any event an accident.

In weaves of any stripe, each thread measured,
already counted, their ties and strengths pre-qualified
who'd be no surprise that a given curtain rips?