A short love poem…
Taken Literally
The soul thing
I won
To take
Literally
Is you
A short love poem…
Taken Literally
The soul thing
I won
To take
Literally
Is you
Tending to busyness is over-raided…
The Drop on Me
They got
The drop on me
Do do
Do do
Do do
Any thing
To void
The slightest whiff
Of no thing
The natural-est
Out
Come
Eating beings
To move forward in life adeptly, one must first get over death…
The Gravity of Centeredness
His center
Of gravity
Was beneath his feat
More than six feet
Sow grave
Unfrayed of death
Makes life
Seam easy
“The journey of a thousand miles begins from underneath your feet.” See Tao, 64
This poem is a reflection on those times that someone’s attitude is sow hurt, resentment and desperation that it is best to just leave alone for a while…
Wading to Ex-hell
I got a load of their bearing
As helled in desperation
That heir of hurt and resentment
Wading to expire
Though in the present moment I new
Having labored that cramped and lonesome berth
Taken
Fore granite
That small peace
Of mine
Be stowed my weigh
Knowing like wise
Hear and now
Beside themselves
List∙ening
There was sow little
I might
Due
Accept a genteel blessing
Cool won’s heels
And stay
Any impulse
For a bettor de-meaner
Having got win of
Leaving well, enough
A loan
Last night, in a major address of grievances, lame-duck-in-chief Donald Trump delivered his sow called election lies, as fore tolled, fool of whoppers. Here is a poem chalking up another crime scene…
Sow Lame He Cant Get an Election – Owed to Straight Up Lies
Sow lame
As being numb-er won
Sow aggrieved
As being number two
Going
For the goaled meddle
His sterling in tension
Steeling an election
Fore if you cant
Rise to the occasion
Fuck it
Up
Any weigh
You can
I’m potent as can be
As throne
The loan vote
In the can
Here is a poetic exposition of the knead to read the multiple interpretations of my pun-filled poetry to get the most robust and deeply bared messages…
Bard from Speaking — Owed to a Passing Grade (If Sow Inclined)
As an unspoken word artist
As I read allowed
Won must soully have
Too read long
And short of it
Saying two things once
Most is bared in silence
And if you wont
A passing grade
Steep as it is
As much like listening too
Blooming owed English
Put that petal to the mettle
With the sum it incite
And in countering Sisyphean gravity
Soully daring to myth the point
Surrender to that overdo
As the ears go bye
And eye get the bettor portion
Half is knot enough
In the presents
Of a supple reed
Yielding too
The most spirited wins
Blanche Effacing – Owed to De-nomination of Todd Blanche
Follow the money
In the wins of the demander-in-chief
A draftee
A personal arm he
Acting ass the Attorney General
He couldn’t find a clue
In the Epstein-philes
Drunk as dis member the D.C. bar
What might wee efface
Con fronting as white as possible
The hows of a president
Knot the people
A democracy of all races
Blue and red
Running as a busyness
Buy mob ruse
What will of the nation
Billed on sans
Voting too
Con firm
Read this whole post if you want a powerful example of creative nonviolence…
De-nuding Shame
“Nakedness was taboo in Judaism. Shame fell not on the naked party but the person viewing or causing one’s nakedness (Genesis 9:20-27)” –Walter Wink, Jesus & Alinsky
You sow trying, trying, trying
Too take
Everything, and them sum
In deed, my dignity
That which is holy
Knot your own
Shame on you
Shamin’ me
Left soully with a preyer
To drop that shit
Living in the guilted age
Wear the powers that be
I peer to resist
In what might be called
A turd weigh
With out violence
Abut stripped of what
A peril
Loosing won’s humanity
Awe that I truly have
In efface of naked in just us
Without you offering
Nary a fig leaf
Shame leaves you
Bound to return
Wile eye
Caste away guilt
Free
This poem was inspired by the expositions of Walter Wink, a theologian who considered the domination system as the fount of sin, and creative nonviolence — a third way — as the answer to this system. This poem is based on one of three of his examples of creative nonviolence that Jesus lifted up in his teaching: 1) “turning the other cheek”; 2) stripping naked in court to shame the shameless creditor; and 3) “going the extra mile.” I particularly relish these examples because they turn the “dominant” understandings upside down. This poem is a tip of the hat to the second, more obscure example, elaborated in this excerpt from “Jesus and Alinsky” by Walter Wink [read the other two examples as well from this link]:
The second example Jesus gives is set in a court of law. Someone is being sued for his outer garment. Who would do that and under what circumstances? Only the poorest of the poor would have nothing but an outer garment to give as collateral for a loan. Jewish law strictly required its return every evening at sunset, for that was all the poor had in which to sleep. The situation to which Jesus alludes is one with which his hearers would have been too familiar: the poor debtor has sunk ever deeper into poverty, the debt cannot be repaid, and his creditor has hauled him into court to wring out repayment.
Indebtedness was the most serious social problem in first-century Palestine. Jesus’ parables are full of debtors struggling to salvage their lives. It is in this context that Jesus speaks. His hearers are the poor (“if anyone would sue you”). They share a rankling hatred for a system that subjects them to humiliation by stripping them of their lands, their goods, finally even their outer garments.
Why then does Jesus counsel them to give over their inner garment as well? This would mean stripping off all their clothing and marching out of court stark naked! Put yourself in the debtor’s place; imagine the chuckles this saying must have evoked. There stands the creditor, beet-red with embarrassment, your outer garment in one hand, your underwear in the other. You have suddenly turned the tables on him. You had no hope of winning the trial; the law was entirely in his favor. But you have refused to be humiliated. At the same time you have registered a stunning protest against a system that spawns such debt. You have said, in effect, “You want my robe? Here, take everything! Now you’ve got all I have except my body. Is that what you’ll take next?”
Nakedness was taboo in Judaism. Shame fell not on the naked party but the person viewing or causing one’s nakedness (Genesis 9:20-27). By stripping you have brought the creditor under the same prohibition that led to the curse of Canaan. As you parade into the street, your friends and neighbors, startled, aghast, inquire what happened. You explain. They join your growing procession, which now resembles a victory parade. The entire system by which debtors are oppressed has been publicly unmasked. The creditor is revealed to be not a “respectable” moneylender but a party in the reduction of an entire social class to landlessness and destitution. This unmasking is not simply punitive, however; it offers the creditor a chance to see, perhaps for the first time in his life, what his practices cause-and to repent.
Jesus in effect is sponsoring clowning. In so doing he shows himself to be thoroughly Jewish. A later saying of the Talmud runs, “If your neighbor calls you an ass, put a saddle on your back.”
The Powers That Be literally stand on their dignity. Nothing takes away their potency faster than deft lampooning. By refusing to be awed by their power, the powerless are emboldened to seize the initiative, even where structural change is not possible. This message, far from being a counsel of perfection unattainable in this life, is a practical, strategic measure for empowering the oppressed. It provides a hint of how to take on the entire system in a way that unmasks its essential cruelty and to burlesque its pretensions to justice, law, and order.
I suspect that if you don’t think that someone is eccentric, then you don’t know them well enough. Knowing people is tricky, and even knowing someone well calls for accepting irreducible eccentricities, beyond mirror comprehension…
Knot Computing
It qualitatively sucks
That in the mines of sum
I don’t compute
As if I whir sum black box
And still
I live outside
Your calculations
Fit for Doody
In the reign
Of un-presidented times
Wee occupy
As the resident of the whitest house
Turns out
Too be the biggest
As hole in the whirled
Fit for doody
Reality favors being like water, more sow than stone…
The Catch
Low
And be hold
Awe streams flow
Too the see
On the level
Just
A positioned
With awe that is
Righteous
The catch
Of awe catches
See Tao, 66 chapter ore verse — in this case, route 66.
This poem is a reflection on “smart” phone addiction…
Man Machined
As the daze accumulated
What ditty fine
He and his phone became won
Be the phone he
In formed
The whirled
Sow becoming
An avatar
Soully stopping
To eat
Or being eaten
Sow con sequential
Nothing in jest
Holy played
That cybernetic organ is him
A grinder and monkey
Awe is awe, there is…
That Witch Is
You more than might
Find yourself
Underneath
The power of the whirled
Wear there is
A river of awe
That witch is
A mirror tributary
Too the foundation
Of awe being
Beyond time
Hear and now
Fore amor then a spell
This poem is about America’s crazy Uncle Sam…
That Uncle Sam
Most families long for
A more perfect reunion
Yet halve won
That is that
Crazy uncle
Proffering to drop
Like a bomb in nation
As is
Offed the case
Won of our own
As like as knot
Stuck in a box pining
Fore choice
In completely
Lodged together
Craven for the vote
As much as kin dread
Chosen won
Chosen family
Pointed Canon
There it was
So pointed
Their canon
At me
They took
Their best shot
Over and over
I was
Soar too fine
Out
De-spite
There best efforts
Holy as could be
Came from ails wear
That greatest alloy
Of mine
Touched
And untouched
This poem is a bout the inescapable realty of each of us having an ideology, a set of assumptions that are chosen, cannot be decisively resolved, and that guide one’s basic decision-making and way of life. Importantly, at least some of our ultimate commitments in life lie in this debatable domain.
This poem juxtaposes this with the recognition that such basic assumptions are open questions and can even be legitimately viewed as arbitrary.
Owed to Lindsey Graham
“When elephants fight, the grass gets trampled.” –African proverb
Regarding the passing
Of that fighting elephant
Just saying
In the roam of some shithole in continents
Served cold on a silver platter
From that grate state
In the deep
South
Sow grave
Wee can wrest assured
There will
Be done
Awe for gotten
That sting of death
A switch between elephants
Or more appropriate
Knew and approved sycophants
And if there is won thing
A greed
This might be
Too soon
This poem was inspired by an image germinated in conjunction with two other Toledo poets at last night’s “Uncloistered” poetry reading, Pella Felton (birds as poems) and Kerry Jensen Trautman (peach pits thrown onto side of road). As usual, I suspect, a trifecta of Toledo poets can beat the four hoarseman of the apocalypse any day of the weak…
The Pits
Awe left
Of the fruit
Of life
Is the pits
Caste in a fallow feeled
As sow much garbage
Still
Fate has aweigh
Much like you
Long a go
Ceded too
Forgotten recesses
How ever refuse
Miss taken as heir
Breathlessly portending
In parent idleness
As won must
Merge with the wrest
Seamingly in conceivable
Varily sum how germ innate
Soully to root
Knot in sympathy fore sum devil
Abut a symphony of generations
Gone be for you
In countering
The only passing
Of time
And who peers on the seeing
Creatures farmerly known
As birds singing
Poems tweeting
In that abiding peachy nature
A little peace of haven
A mother’s kind nest
Baring fruits beyond recognition
“There was a rogue peach tree on aside of a rode which know won new wear came from, and poems, formerly known as birds, tweet.” –Anonymous
Weeping can be freeing…
I Weep
I here
Ten thousand days
In a soul moment
In each
Anew mourn
I weep
A river
Sow prodigious
A loan
Soully culpable
Of washing
A weigh the see of blood
There is know
Word
To de-scribe
What is ridden in my heart
Onto the smallest of vessels
What can be holed
Such a momentous crest
Awe that is aheaded form me
I cry duct
And what might
These tears be
As eye
Re-lease life
Blood without the cells
Free and unstoppable
Opiate of the Masses
“Being drug, through religion, the most wonder full I ever metaphor…”
From seamingly know wear
He professed
Rather proud of hymn self
“Religion is the opiate of the masses.”
As offering
Himself high Marx
Too sum unanswered preyer
Well founded
As some church rejoinder
Pain tension to awe
That might be
Immaculately conceived material deference
Or at least critical mass
Is there abut one
Answer
Too getting
Tight
Taut at the school of tautology
And endanger of getting
A pinch parochial
And drug allot
“Opiates are the opiate of the masses.”
If it is
Too be taken
Literally
This poem is about solidarity and the peace that can abide there in…
The Column Before The Storm
In awe the trouble of the whirled
I could sea it
A disturbance in the farce
As uncounted a mass
In their numbered daze
And a tsunami of the dark asides
A bout
A choiring
A mist blinding desperation
Wading for what?
The heavens to fate changing tides?!
Know
Wear might
The answer wrest
Soully from what is
Awe ready
As wee stand to gather
In solid-heir-ity
As the column before the storm