POEM: Unkept

This short poem is a companion poem to the poem following it, written 12 years earlier. This poem offers a different view of my bursting heart: one of overflowing joy rather than sadness. Both happen to be true — sometimes at the same time…

Unkept

My heart bursts without notice
Joy bubbling up enstrange whirleds
And other plays
The proprietors due
Declare me
Unkempt

My Heart Breaks Daily

My heart breaks daily
Spilling out into the streets
And other public places.
The authorities instruct me
To clean it up.

To see the brief commentary on this latter poem, go here: https://toppun.com/blog/2013/04/29/poem-heart-breaks-daily/

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POEM: Re-framed?

A friend once called me “the king of re-framing.” I just see this as taking any experience or situation and making sense of it through the frame of my world view, my most basic assumptions about the world.  I strongly suspect that Albert Einstein nailed it with what he viewed as the most important question facing humanity: “Is the universe a friendly place?” I say “Yes.” His assessment of how we answer this question is quoted after the poem…

Re-framed?

Wear experiencing
Loss, pain, or sadness
I sow covet
What may be
Due
Reframing my perspective
Expanding to the largesse possible
At times doing a 360
Still
In the same plays
Yet feeled as sow much amor
And if fortune truly peers
Granted real eyes
There is no frame at awe
Soully a surpassing grace
Beyond my own
Dreaming

Albert Einstein put it this way:

“I think the most important question facing humanity is, ‘Is the universe a friendly place?’ This is the first and most basic question all people must answer for themselves.

“For if we decide that the universe is an unfriendly place, then we will use our technology, our scientific discoveries and our natural resources to achieve safety and power by creating bigger walls to keep out the unfriendliness and bigger weapons to destroy all that which is unfriendly and I believe that we are getting to a place where technology is powerful enough that we may either completely isolate or destroy ourselves as well in this process.

“If we decide that the universe is neither friendly nor unfriendly and that God is essentially ‘playing dice with the universe’, then we are simply victims to the random toss of the dice and our lives have no real purpose or meaning.

“But if we decide that the universe is a friendly place, then we will use our technology, our scientific discoveries and our natural resources to create tools and models for understanding that universe. Because power and safety will come through understanding its workings and its motives.”

“God does not play dice with the universe.”

 

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POEM: Corporate Toons – Owed to Commercial Soundtracks

One of my pet peeves is great songs being commercialized to sell crap. The commercial that triggered this poem included the bastardization of a Johnny Cash song…

Corporate Toons – Owed to Commercial Soundtracks

Every thing is for sail
In the see of commerce
How grate thou art
Put your sail out
And harbor what
Re-sent meant
That commercial weigh
Of what life can
Be bought
And that soul rent
For a song
That echo of an original
Fooly rigged
That hole sail
As pain the billed
That irresistible take-homme pay
Of what might be
Afar too easy take
Of a plausibly proprietary lyric

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POEM: Frank and Steinway

I recently saw the newest movie version of Frankenstein, by Guillermo del Toro. I highly recommend. This poem is inspired by this classic story and epic film, a meditation on the soul fooly melodic themes of life and death hauntingly interwoven…

Frank and Steinway

He was wholly played
A power-grater
Then himself
Hauntingly beauty full
Frankly, quiet sad
Between the notes
Some wear a mist
The quick and the dead
Keys black and white
Frankly played
Over and over
Agin’ hour soul
A victor and looser for
Helled together
Buy how ever scarred
Imparts are parts
Aparts are aparts
As hole sum how
Soul fooly melodic
Played grandly
As sum kind of pianist envy
Amor then herd
Amor then a loan
In life
And death
Mercy
And fearsome
Turning up
Fore what might be
Life and deaf
Accosting amor
Then a song

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POEM: Basket Cases

Follow the light…in both life and death…

Basket Cases

“Is a lamp brought in to be put under a basket, or under a bed, and not on a stand?”
– Mark 4:21

There is
The light of the good knews
That shining best
In darkness
Impossible to measure
Accept buy cases of baskets
We do not create light
But we may be
Keepers
In the darkest mine
Singing like a canary
Knowing we are not dead
Yet
We awe have hour miner issues
Too weather any given climate
Whither measured by
Light years or bushels
The ruler of awe
Hour greatest fear
That light has nothing on
Darkness

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POEM: Right-Sized

The challenge of humility is of being too large OR of being too small…

Right-Sized

Life could be scene
As posing two problems
Thirst of all
Too be bigger than
What is called for
And lastly
Being sow small
Knot up to learning
That lessen
Be for me
And perhaps most of awe
What does it
Mean
Kind of oneself
Amor or less
Right-sized
And what might
Vary well
Make the whole deference
From won moment
Too the next

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POEM: Taming of the Shrewd

The shrewdness of winning and losing is not a natural ally in love and relationships…

Taming of the Shrewd

“We can cleave as one, or cleave as won, but we can’t due both.” – Cleave Jones

Ø my love
Could you be
A little amor
Shrewd
Said no
Won ever
Won over
Buy the gravity
And cunning
Of wily coyote
Falling for it
Ø the gravity
And other
A sordid
Looney tunes
There is nothing
Amor dangerous
Than being rolled
Played
In whatever
Might be
Won’s doody
In tiredly passable
Soully to be couched
In living
Room
To be entertaining
Asleep at the we’ll
Due this
Or due that
The ultimate intimate
Con sequence
Of walking that lyin’
In the thick of
Likely or lovely
In taming of the shrewd
We’re one
Calls home

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POEM: Sow Few Nobles

This poem was inspired by my niece playing the role of Beatrice in Bill Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing…

Sow Few Nobles

The whys shake their aheads
Fore a town with sow few nobles
Too be so fortunate
Or knot
Much adieu
A bout nothing
Big brass bulls
Proffering vacant busts
Any won in the no
Know bulls
Largely reproductions

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POEM: Roughly, The Sighs of a Heart

This poem is a bout that dance between empathy and enraging injustices…

Roughly, The Sighs of a Heart

“The human heart is some wear around the size of a fist.”

The other
Day I saw
A gripping tale
Of a man in the street
A singular fist razed
In that open heir happening
You sometimes see
Out and a bout
Shaken
Bye the whirled
That rhythmic fall
And rise
Over
And over agin
As if
The chants of a life
Time
Beyond being herd
Beyond ups and downs
In bodied lyrics
And impassable climax
As earth fucking heaven
And awe coming down
To that storied fist
Roughly
The sighs of a heart
And awe I could
Due
Is re-member
The beginning
Of the end of my arms
Are fists
A different kind
Of beating
That pump action weepin’
Leaving
Spent shells
Littering the streets
And still
Awe I could see
Was an opening
And closing
Opening and closing
Opening and closing
A super natural dance
In the art of life
Sow gripping me
Once agin

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POEM: Imparts Are Imparts

Creation is singularly awesome!

Imparts Are Imparts

I was taken in
Awe of the flora and fauna
Creatures big and small
And just entertaining
How might
God be
Hold this see of creation
As won
Greater or lesser
Then another
And eye soully came to
In a singular flash of incite
Breathing life into
Awe there is
Imparts are imparts
Cleaving as one
Unmatched and wholly
Yet never the same
Ever more

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POEM: Book Ends

Life has boundaries. May we respect those boundaries…

Book Ends

We live
Fore the time being
In a whirled
Sow illiterate
That disrespects
The bookends of life
The sacred nest
Of awe human life
And the reverence
Of Mother Earth
Soully making degrade
In the mettle
We choir for generations
And regenerations
Wee must depose the gauntlet throne
Parading their disdain
Too end life
As we no it
In a vane tempt
To buy pass realty
And billions of other subjects
We must read the future
And the passed
To a sure good
In awe
Of the book of life

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POEM: Is It Passable?

Sow trying to live a choice life…

Is It Passable?

Is it passable
Won’s hole
Life spent
Caught in the balance
Between overwhelmed
And underwhelmed
Everything screaming buy
Nothing left
Yet still
Presence
Joys sprinkled
Long the wayside
For you
Just wading
Waste hi
Is it passable?

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POEM: Meet Up

Worth the admission prize…

Meet Up

I must admit
When God and I meet up
I keep minutes
Though in awe
Honest
Seams amor
Like ours
Somewhere between
Novel
Punch line
Or just teas
Weather God’s plays
Or my plays
Awe ways a hoot
And no madder when
Fore ever
Hows of worship
For awe people

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POEM: That Vast Nest of Inner Space

There is a cosmos inside of us, just as import to the cosmos around us…

That Vast Nest of Inner Space

Let me
Way in
On this microcosmic scale
That vast nest of inner space
As more sow
A dream catcher
Then some type
Of a computer
Peering awe
The more sow
As a journey of passions
Taking up
Interest teller travel
Wear the goaled standard
Is amor
As light years
Than hard years
Soully finding ourselves
In mysterious plays
That in is capable
Of saving our assesses
Braking through new frontiers
While re-moving
That circumspeck from my I
Begging the quest in
Can you go the distance
Wile not
Leaving
Won’s skull
On imaginable adventures
Of storied epic odd sees
And awe that
The longest longing
There is
To one’s heart

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POEM: Good Reeds

Resistance is natural. Resilience is integral to nature…

Good Reeds

Are you up
For a good reed
Beyond getting bent
In during the furious
Winds of change
And with standing
Holding fast
To won’s nature
Grounded
Rooted
It’s knot a madder
Of weather
Blow hards everywhere
As marsh awe forces
Abide even
The swampiest swamps
And hurricanes
Like a breeze

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POEM: Fossil Fools

This poem goes out to the COP30 climate conference from the mouth of the Amazon about won passable future…

Fossil Fools

Deep in the future
The alien archeologists landed
Long after the human raze
Was extincting to hi heaven
What did they unearth
A well populated mummy earth
And wile sum remains
Were but dust
The masses were fooly preserved
Fossils
And still
They were Abel
Too learn much more
A bout humans
From their carrion luggage
As snuffed from stuff

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POEMS: God Rains on The Just and The Unjust

This poem is about hubris, specifically that dividing lyin’ between our powerful tendency to favor our own interests, subjective or not, over others who are often reduced to means toward ends, without equal favor. I find the axiom that God rains on the just and the unjust as the ground for my sacred appreciation of what I consider the holy grail of Jesus’ teaching: love your enemies. As a mirror human soully made in God’s image, I find that I need a lot of help living up to this…

God Rains on The Just and The Unjust

Right as rain
Assured of it
That dividing lyin’
Between hymn self
And awe others
For ever object-ing
Possessed with his own
Point of you
And his titanic share of the reign
In a cold, cold see
And fantasies of being grounded
Never subject
Too God’s rein
And the parent possibility
Of being
Washed up
And up agin
Settling for just muddling
Beyond avail
Soully doubling down
On this double blind
Weather effacing tear drops
Or unfathomable joy
Know won gets
A way clean
As some manor of umbrella
Under heaven’s care
Soully re-nude
To the whirled
And the grate unwashed

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POEM: Undergound Man

Much of the life of a plant goes on unseen under ground in the root system. I suspect that most of the good work in humanity happens largely out of sight…

Undergound Man

Won might not see me
As I am
In this whirled
Blow the surface
Down at the plant
Awe of the time
Being grounded
Rooting
In liquid life
Connected to above
And though in the dark
Made of light
Till
Under ground, man

NOTE: This poem’s title, “Undergound Man” is a bit of a riff off of one of the most iconic existentialist characters from the writer, Fyodor Dostoevsky. This poem is an alternative to the alienation and shame amidst ironic egoic superiority that typifies existentialist narratives.

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POEM: Life and Death Import

I find that the urgent and not sow important often overtake and undertake the less urgent and amor important…

Life and Death Import

His sway was won of
Much urgency and little importance
A bit vane
Having
That inclination down
As being posed to
Much importance and little urgency
The things that never get
Realized
Even sow
Life weights
Fore him
Welcoming him in
Those many lessens
That may vary well
Lead him to amor
Vital presents
And out due
Going won better
Awe that life has
To offer
Of life and death import

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POEM: Beauty Skulks

Beauty Skulks

Beauty skulks a bout
Content to live on the fringe
Beyond the frayed
Gently weaving our story
In the margins
Not lured buy the bait and switch
Of the spot light
Rather bathed in that savory light
Illuminating awe that is homme
Inundated by the common scents
Of the streets
Leapfrogging that in trance
Of the fragrants
Abiding the seats of power
And voiding
That too effaced ruse
With back to beauty
We live in plays
Without fences robbing us
Our soul boarder
Cultivating hope
Growing peace
And harvesting just us

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