POEM: Gerrymandered Square

I have been maddened and disappointed in the race to gerrymandering fought by racing to more gerrymandering. Wile this may seem shrewd to sum, I see this tempt to make the nation “equally unfair” everywhere as a way of securing overall fairness as a desperate surrendering of the means to fairness itself. I suspect that the overall lessen that will be learned in the body politic is that raw power is everything and winning is the only thing that madders. Raw power is the means to our end. Winning a contest with no standards is mirrorly gladiatorial sociopathy. I hope that we can do better; then agin, perhaps not…

Gerrymandered Square

Race times
Party
Is posed to equal
Gerrymandered squared
Beyond courting US
Axing US
To put our heads in the clouds
And imagine the shape of democracy
“Snake on the lake”
“Goofy kicking Donald Duck”
“Earmuffs”
“Slithering salamander”
From the brayin’s of psychotics
Politicians picking their voters’
Pockets
Of partisanship
Be our guessed
Weather red and blue
We the people
Are in surreal shape
Fair is as missed
In the sky
Out of reach
Wile in the dirt
Farmerly reasonable people
Soully grow more bazaar
Full of buy US
Mythical caricatures
O sow sketchy
From the mine’s of squirts
Only too be hung
On the refrigerator
Of our body politic

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POEM: The Time of Hour Life

Buy what unit might we measure our life…

The Time of Hour Life

“525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes – how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.” Chorus from the song, Seasons of Love, from the movie, Rent

“I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than thirty minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: one unit, watching countdown: one unit, web-based research: two units, exercising: three units, having my hair carefully disheveled: four units. It’s amazing how the day fills up, and I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I’d ever have time for a job; how do people cram them in?” from the movie, About a Boy

“Life is brutish, but at least it is short.” – Russian saying

He had little
Fidelity to
The god of Chronos
Chopping up
Life into
Little bits
Dissecting awe the wile
Killing it
With byte-sized units
Souled as lots
Waking to alarm
In the mourning
To knew daze
Minutes and ours gone buy
And he
No’ing what time stands for
Found his life
In rich
With poetry
Immeasurable and
Timeless
As long as long

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POEM: Ever Agin

Death touches us in many ways; yet, there are ways in which death cannot touch us…

Ever Agin

Sun shining
Wile the reign pooring
A sign for awe time
Sow majestically arking
A cross the sky
So quiet telling
That which may not be herd
Looking up
As never agin misunderstood
Only too fined
But one weigh
That is light
Even as death cannot weight

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POEM: Soul Felony Conviction

Protest beyond the law is not departure from democracy; it is essential to it -- Howard Zinn quoteSometimes life calls for convictions…

Soul Felony Conviction

In my many years
Some wear
I over herd
Oh, he’s a professional peacemaker
Activism Is My Rent For Living On This Planet -- Alice Walker quoteA paid protester
When in truth
I am not quiet a pro
I am just
An ex-con

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POEM: Awe in the Family

Awe in the Family

“I don’t think of it as working for world peace, he said. I think of it as just trying to get along in a really big strange family.” – from Unknown to Known

I was decades and decades into
My one and only
Family reunion
Billions of sisters, brothers
And others
Meeting up
Millions strong
Each and every weak
Countless birthday parties
On the our
Endless wakes
From eternal slumber
And everything in between
Awe in the family

The quote above is from the artwork of Brian Andreas, aka Kai Skye, pictured below as a colorful coat rack:Brian Andreas coat rack

 

 

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POEM: Sacred Cowed

My best moments are when I am awe in…

Sacred Cowed

As sum what
Cowed by life
I axed God
Too meat me
Half weigh
In what I thought was
A perfectly reasonable bequest
And little
Did I no
As God took a weigh
My doubt
Though I was knot
Quiet
Assure
I was awe in

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POEM: An Indescribable Load of Crop

Patience is the mother of awe virtues, offering a yield that pays off in due time.

An Indescribable Load of Crop

He grew to learn
That awareness sucks
That dis comfort
Of this ground of mine
Being plowed
Teaching me
A patient in awe that hospital
Soully to harvest
From an indescribable load of crop
To relax
And yield

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POEM: Whirled Traveler

Mine, your own, busyness.

Whirled Traveler

He had long been
From the land of helpers
With a passport to everywhere unearth
Wanted or knot
Yet as the daze passed
He eventually learned
That just
Because he could
Did not mean
He had to
Be a whirled traveler

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POEM: Kneading to be Right Sized

Humility asks of us to be neither too big nor too small: right sized.

Kneading to be Right Sized

He wanted
To get passed
His shortcomings
In awe humility
To be right sized
To not be too small
Kneading to be built up
Nor to be too big
Kneading to be de-puffed
Facing the dreaded
Long comings
That signal me
What too due

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POEM: Partial to Heaven

The notion of heaven is a tricky incentive structure…

Partial to Heaven

The final poll results were in
100%
Preferred heaven
If possible
And 100%
Did not
Want to go
Today
Breaking awe
Records

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POEM: It’s a Wonder Full Whirled

Life is good. Look for it…

It’s a Wonder Full Whirled

It’s a wonder full whirled
If eye can find myself
Centered
In the I of the storm
A mist
Having a cow
Flying buy
Wondering if
Can it be
A hit
The broad side of a barn
Going bye
And my hows
Up in the err
A big too doo
Doo you no
Wee are knot
In can’s ass any more
Throne this weigh
That!
And in the end
Weather we like it or knot
Life is choice
When you get wind of it
Grounded
Or fly

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POEM: The Plague on Both of Your Hows Is

Sometimes be leaving is seeing…

The Plague on Both of Your Hows Is

A. hows divided
Can ought stand
B. leave
And C.

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POEM: Holy Obedient

The first quote below, I learned as the epigraph of the book, Let Them Call Me Rebel, a biography of Saul Alinsky, the great American organizer and social activist. The Lao Tzu quote following it make an interesting pairing and setup for this poem…

Holy Obedient

Highly evolved people have their own conscience as pure law --Lao Tzu“Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man.” ― Thomas Paine

“Highly evolved people have their own conscience as pure law” ― Lao Tzu

He was called
A rebel
It was rumored he new know law
Those surround him
Gravely in choiring
What he may no that they don’t
Knot equal to the task
That he is
Behaving won self
Holy obedient

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POEM: Waist, A Way?

Anytime a child starves to death it is a catastrophic moral failure of humanity. Feed Gaza. End the genocide. Free Palestine.

Waist, A Way?

“I’ll say to myself, ‘You have plenty of grain laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry.’ But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you.'” Luke 12:18-20

“…and a little child will lead them.” Isaiah 11:6

As fat cats grow
More well too due
Razing the bar
Of waist, a way
Ours is the time
Their is a child
In Gaza
Wasting away
Who had some food on their plate
The child next did not
The child first
Shared their food
They will die together
Sharing the same breath
That is
The breath of God
In a whirled
Of bastards
Where their will be
Others
A child first
Soul intact
Agin this whirled
Repleting death
The bar is set
Lo, as awe consuming fauxs
And idol drunkenness
Make marry
What is demanded of them?
To knight they die?!
Yet nobility peers not
As sum mighty master
But as a child
A testing
To the way

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POEM: F ‘n A

I am concerned about real obscenities afar amor than mere words…

F ‘n A

Drop an A-bomb
And you are both
The pinnacle and foundation of civilization
Drop an F-bomb
And you are a moral threat
As if
Only won
Might
Be true
Perhaps we should
Just
Drop it
All together
Now

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POEM: Maiden America, In a Sense Lost

Maiden America, In a Sense Lost

Her job was attired won
Cloaked in innocence
Vested buy lyin’s of national pride
She made sheep’s clothes
For exporting wolves
Trading worlds and souls
Wear global metes loco
As winners make losers
Having
A lock on morality
Taking care of their own
Property
In exchange
For flesh and blood
And what have you
A
Well
Paying job
With blessed insurance
Suited to a life
Fully retired
Having
Spent a life
Wading fore death
As sow many remains
From far off
Lands
Maiden America
As sew much chaff

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POEM: Dis Possessed

When beings value possessions more than other beings, I call that “being possessed.”

Dis Possessed

What possessed you
Too care
For paupers
Subjected to feudal enterprises
Sow indebted to us
As Jōb creators
Soully dependent
On that invisible hand
Of the free
Mark it
As bought ensouled
And profits be dammed
As that grave property own us
Given to spawn
Wile others
Are ground
Into what thou dust
And still
Wee holed fast
Too indignant attitudes
Untoward the indigent
As naught he
Awe the wile preaching
To acquire
Personal response ability
Mirrorly something for others
Living on a song
What a fiend
We have
In Jesus
Nothing to get
Cross over
Won cant deny it
At lease three times bettor
To hang
Onto hour bounty
Peaces of silver
What ever possesses

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POEM: Surrounded

This poem is inspired by an old joke: The courier arrives with a message for the commander. The courier says, “I have good news and bad news; which would you like first?” The commander says, “Give me the bad news first.” The courier responds, “We are surrounded by enemy forces.” Then, the commander says, “So, what’s the good news?” To which the messenger says, “We can attack on any front.” I like this joke because it acknowledges the common feelings of being under attack, which can lure us into responding as less than our best selves. Yet, the messenger presents this awe-to-common experience as an ample opportunity to choose our tack in life, hopefully better re-presenting our higher selves…

Surrounded

The courier had arrived
Having passed
Through the lines
Defining friend and faux
As it is written
It is unread
A message
Delivered
In presence outranked
Standing at a tension
Or be killed
Bye that
Which lies within
Announcing in secret
I have good news
I have bad news
Which would you like
To be first
Give me
The bad news
“We are surrounded”
As O my God
Fills the room with wonder
At what might
The good news be
Only too here
We can tack on any affront
De-spite the accost
To love won
An other

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POEM: Balance Do

Here is another poem dedicated to Mother Earth. Love your momma!

Balance Do

If soully we could get
Enough
Of Mother Earth and fecund wealth
A rich dance
With soil and water
Flora and fauna
Trusted friends and clear skies
Then
Long the weigh
Comes sum thing
Called the economy
Of mine, mine, mine
Get it
Wile
Won might
As all that
We are culpable
Of poisoning
The spring with winners
Our sow called wellness
Re-lies on extraction
Weather oil, coal, gas, minerals, water, or lumber
Taking more
Then we can
Ever re-store
Leaving debt and destruction
Powering a spent future
Externalizing accosts
With a Cain do attitude
Never Abel
To get
Over ourselves
And what of our sacred mother
Does she halve the heart
That we might
Keep our prys
Without con sequences
Or balance do

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POEM: Donald Trump or Bust?

I wrote this poem back in Trump 1.0 when awe of the confederate statues were being taken down by activists…

Donald Trump or Bust?

Their will
Come that day
When Donald Trump
And his confederates
Will be history
They wont to see
In the world
Their stony hearts enshrined
Brassy balls hung
The bust. Choice. Ever.

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