He Stood Up

Suspenders
in a big fat chair
he jumped up ran
right out of there.

Security an unsafe thing
cash will sometimes kill 
ossifying everything
casting away the thrill. 

Hike up the mountain
out of old clothes
kiss the girl
recall high school

wrestling winning on the mat
effort to the limit
ignore the critics
make it happen

even if it takes some years 
try  to win before the whistle
sucks us out of here.

Living in a van is better
loving liberty
not much money
back to work
dance on Fridays
be a "jerk"

a man should
never leave someone
no matter if
their time is done. 

Learn to dance!
take photos hike
suspenders in the trash.

Skinny guy
head on a pike
hike to hell and back
stole the girl's
prerogative.

A take down
up and dance!   

Remembering
love's still around
find it on the mat. 
 
Sway and sing
write poety

of beauty belts and pants. 

 Worth the Ride

Run away
down the path
over the highway
and the grass. 

Up the mountain
through the sky
out the galaxy
what a ride!   

Away to Planet Serpo
where we went
back when
secrets were
serious proceedings
and we needed them.

Fascinating story
going back a ways 
spend a year
and come on back...

with flat tv's
and many things
seriously worth the ride. 

 

Led Zeppelin Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear 
                                            -Led Zeppelin


5000 yrs waiting for this
we are here to see
travelers through time and space
incredible history. 

The fire burns with light like love
Oh, it grows within
days will bring
it back again
evil is growing dim. 

Those who poison worlds will not
be seeing Shangri-La.

But for the rest
born watching this
always with
these promises...
   
Even though I walk
    through the darkest valley
I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
                                      -David Psalm 23



There will be a better world
we know you've heard before
tell it to the fire within
this time we find the door. 
                     

 

Nature Wed

   stone tossed in a lichened pond

 ring to nature wed

 soft storm brings rainwater slides

 hiking forest ledge.  

waterfalls with birds

 at ease

 under a cloudy reign 

 rays of sunlight send out warmth

  one star in deep blue way.     

 cathedrals  grow upon the earth

 mostly in green hues

 with crystal windows everywhere

 framing designs of dew.

 

 in these woods I am my own

 unbothered by the streets

 saying yes when cardinals sing

              at last finding some sleep.         

 

Simple Hopes

Let us take a ride
down the road to fantasy
the hero's journey.

Up together
from the sea. 

There are some things
we cannot say
while our masters remain.

We are trained
for doubt
and digging
prying necessities. 

But let us have our simple hopes
one being he's alive.

And soon will rise
again to be
our hope
our country's pride. 

There was a time
before the birth
of many here today.

When a child
saluted Dad
as they took
him away. 

Mythology
the hero's path
from death
unto new life

would spark
the boomers
very much
and help us
on our journey.

Besides convincing me
that God
can make
a damn good story. 

And love is with us
all the time
dressed sometimes
in true glory.   

 

Ask Not

We are old now
pale and thin

Waiting on the word of God
to come and take us in. 

Privileged we were alive
when these words were spoken

Not known by all
this speech
prevailed
and is alive today. 

Carried here
by all of us
in our hearts
always. 

Soon it will be
everywhere
as freedom's
born again.
 
Watering the tree.
Soldiers going in.

If we die
let's celebrate
and go see
Jefferson. 

Traveling
unfettered
spheres
unshackled
flying
free
able to 
realize
the plan
he made
for you
and me. 

 

Slim White Birch

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.

--Robert Frost




A flying birch tree in the woods is a wonderful thing
for a little kid who wants to get going in the spring.
Like an ancient catapult attacking castle walls
climb it bend it jump release it in a well timed fall. 

A trip or two into the sky's important after school
helmets are good be careful don't end up launching too far
kids in birches sometime end up taking a real ride
complaining to the md that "the birch did kick my hide"
and subsequent confusion  "did you think you're a bird?" 


And that's my poem about a tree (or trees) 
Joyce Kilmer wrote one too.


Hers is much better but mine is fine
trees have different goals
robins don't like mine because
their nests would not do well
flying through the woods a ways
firing expensive shells.   

But both our trees pray often
(especially mine)

children laughing and flying around
can make a tree want chopping down
ask a mom tearing out her hair
it's in the nature of child care. 

Finally, both Joyce and I
definitely feel like fools sometimes. 

So my comparison is done
A poem lovely as a tree? 
Or a slim white birch with kid bending?   
In ten years who do you think will be
read in classes of poetry?   

While rain falls down on these 
occasionally tapping on their leaves
a gentle drum music  weaving 
songs of laughter chorus winds
nature blessing us again. 

Waiting for children
fixing the air
dancing with fairies

when nobody's there.  

Trees
BY JOYCE KILMER
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

 

Lambs On the Nile

Solving crime on the Nile
everyone doing their part
Poirot is handy
passengers are ready
a sequel's in the cart. 

I wrote it and it's ready to go
it barely steals the plot.
A boat traveling down the Nile
but this one's shipping sheep.
One sheep wants to stop the guy
from packaging them all to eat. 

So he writes to all the crew
asking to be freed 
when they get to the next port
and not be fricassee.
 
Of course the crew's enjoying this
while preparing a party
making sure lamb will be served
while everyone is watching. 

Mary the other sheep
has two lambs with her.

One was wanted for the lunch
his fleece was white as snow
and the other one was not
she needed work to go. 

So Mary chose the spotted lamb 
for sandwiches and such
but said nothing no sound came out
(goodbye would have meant so much ). 

Our story goes forward from there...
 
Poirot arrives
and decides
he would like
some lamb stew too. 

All the sheep just roll their eyes
and bah a bit
while Mary hides
until the ship
an iceberg hits
and all are going down.     

Poirot is dead
authors enraged
and . . .

all the lamb is gone.       

a nihilistic time for sure
not advertised
in the brochure. 

 

Standing In the Road

Sunday morning in a robe
walking to the road
for the paper
news and weather
sales are getting
slow. 

Jesus needs
to come down here
and help us deal with this.

We be having
problems
finding pinecones
and some beer. 

Pinecones help
remove the things
swimming
in the blood. 

Beer takes care
of anything
conifers
can't start.     

Standing in the road
flapping in the wind
I recognize the
wizened eyes
of grandma
in her den. 

Peering out the porch
at me.  Wonder how
much she sees
hope her 45
is holstered somewhere
far away. 

Happiness is
having nothing
waiting in the rain

no umbrella
just some fella
texting you
to stand

on one leg
with your mouth open
looking up
to see 

chemtrails floating
breakfast coming
down between

my lips and gums
surely helping me

remember
where's the
freaking door 

although just standing
here is fine
waiting
for some help

to buy some eggs
10 pinecones per
we have a mobile store

our neighborhood
is everything 
beware the pit bulls though
at night the sounds
will give you fright
it's better
stay indoors. 

 

Drill Down

Drill down this time
we have the tools
found them recently.
 
centuries putting us
against each other
when we could
have seen
all the things
bring us together
a very lively scene. 

Brave men dig down
ferreting them out
earthquakes everywhere
the sky is shaking
children taken
terror in the air. 

War happening beneath our feet
while we sit somewhere
doubting this reality
sickened by 5G air.
 
Pyramid redundancy
evil at the top
organizations everywhere
sending down the rot.   
 
Found them drilling somewhere
with actors under them
idiot immortality
a giant pot of characters
still thinking they can win. 

Bond or Batman casted actors
we don't care at all
10 or 20 different ones
the ring still makes the call.   

Brave men can win everything
witness WW2
while evil ones are still in place
planning what they do. 

Pyramids are always with us
and we tear them down
like Lee or Davis monuments
memes cursing the ground.     

Drilling down means uprooting
ideas that destroy us 

artistic auras suggesting glory
on old monuments
made from slavery
should not tarry
on our avenues. 
 
When everything has been drilled down
DC  is a wildlife home
pyramids falling everywhere
invigorating the near dead air.

trees and farms
love and kisses
a peaceful world
we so do miss it.