FIRMLY HELD

 

 

In my solitude

The music plays

Silent attitude

Koto sways

 

Guitars, zither

Unnoticed on cloud nine

With and without her

Vigorous income fine

 

Not forever

They love you better 

Six feet underground

Feigning weeping on the mound

 

On my island

Paintings sweep

An open hand

Verity to keep

 

You never know

What will happen next

Long row to hoe

Casino Nation, perplexed

 

Soldiers cut down

Dead on the ground

Away from their town

Profits to be found

 

A million lies

No matter who dies

All those wasted

So peculiar few feasted

 

See the look in my eyes

Not playing for respect

Everyone dies

Villages wrecked

 

On my island

On cloud nine

Invincible and

Convictions mine.

TO BE HAD

 

TO BE HAD

 

Again… a verdant canopy

Has enveloped my view

Seasoned, surrounding me

Verdurous hue.

 

Many more?

Mysterious allure…

No need to know

What’s in store…

A NOTE OF PACKETS

A NOTE OF PACKETS

C.,

 

Packets… packets… yes packets; that is certainly how my only income rolls in, in short little packets; Saturday, Sunday and Thursday: though I dole it out in long tall packets every day of the week. As a starving surfer searching the horizon for a set of undulating currents one paddles out seeped in anticipation of the thirty second cruise to then step off, pick up, the board turn, run, duck dive and gruelingly paddle out over and over again in hope of another fold to add to the  stream of short little packets. All the while back on shore the expenses keep swelling tsunami size and it takes a large number of short little packets to trickle up into a bundle, size enough to even out the long tall packets. Certainly, all or nothing – then there is the weather, whether or not you have the capacity to trundle out, scroll down, or reel in any short little packets – not to mention the climate of society, lurchingly influenced by tragedies of nature, or man – not to mention the media. It’s a toss and one has to throw out many an index for a chance at a turn to collect a small bundle of short little packets.

 

And yes, the moral and physical support of another human being is inestimable; thank you for yours.

 

As ever,

 

R.

GIVING RISE

 

 

Infinite green leaves burst over night

From buds that formerly held tight

Generous new life sprung into spring

A southern breeze; branches swing

Angled axis solar spasm

Induction protoplasm

STILL AND ALL

 

“Life always has an unhappy ending, but you can have a lot of fun along the way, and everything doesn’t have to be dripping in deep significance.”

– Roger Ebert

A cold rain prattles

As old death rattles

Another friend gone

Another singsong

With all the days numbered

Each greeted and lumbered

Another friend gone

Too soon, too alone

Still early, still dark

Unroosted birds lark

Another friend gone

Tender life; how long

Another daybreaks

Icy rain wakes

Another friend gone

And then there was one

SENIOR FIGURE

 

Weathered and worked

Lied to and jerked

His stoicism waning

His request for help blaming.

 

Lived a long time, 

Carried the vine.

Provided with spare,

But, lost all his hair.

 

Hardheaded the soil;

Sentimental the foil.

Left to his own

All his seed sown.

GREAT IMPOSITIONS

 

On this frigidly cold Wednesday morn

Eerily spring and lasting winter torn

Too many not fully cognizant 

Erroneous deleterious effect

Propaganda mongering

For the few: gerrymandering

Conservatives of the court

Deciding others rights

Disconcertingly disconnected sport

Tiring truth to fight

 

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NEW HOME IN THE SUN

NEW HOME IN THE SUN

 

There is a band playing in a turret of the castle of my mind.

Thinking about what you had said; knowing it was a lie.

Playing against Mother Nature; probing, hoping for a find.

Lying crippled from all attempts; under scrutinizing eye.

 

An insincere queen reigns in a self proclaimed driver’s seat.

Deeming laughter and drumming as almighty sin against God.

Labored, accrued and paid for by peasants without meat.

Her, wicked guffaw, exempt, ringing loud and feigned: odd.

 

In a dream, I waited, while entertaining a love affair with the moon.

All in a dream, placated, waiting for the sun to shine.

Asleep, daydreaming, of a Mother Nature soon to swoon.

Awake, the sun burst through on a silver sea: mine.