POEM: Pro-crastinator

Posted on December 5, 2023 by Top Pun

The muse finally got around to delivering this one…

Pro-crastinator

It was already too late
He had discovered that
Procrastination pays
Other wise
He would be
An amateur-crastinator

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POEM: Semi-Quiet Neighborhood — Ode to I-75

Posted on December 4, 2023 by Top Pun

I often wake up to the sound of traffic on I-75 about a half mile from my house. I yearn for quiet in my life. I mourn the impossibility of true quiet in the city. I also no that addiction to busyness and unfettered commerce that fouls our natural world and manufactures a culture that spews heir pollution. This poem is an ode to rivers of petroleum kindling an overly concrete whirled.

Semi-Quiet Neighborhood: Ode to I-75

Weather early mourn
Or passed the midnight hour
A river of asphalt
Overly concrete
Divides silence and noise
Half a smile away
The dawning
Of a semi-quiet neighborhood
Delivering a definitive coo
Humming a crude attune
A buzz of impending busyness
Commerce and other intercourse
Ready to rumble
Trafficking in every workable wake
A purr preoccupation
Out bidding us
As you whir
Entreating us
Drone on
So-so much winning
Daze upon daze
The supposed vehicles of hour security
As you worry free
Kneading knot
The future weights
Spewing heir pollution
Like there is no tomorrow
Sounding every alarm
Of eternal wrest

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POEM: Judgment Call

Posted on December 2, 2023 by Top Pun

I recently heard someone describe the Buddhist concept of enlightenment as “lightening up.” I have long been a fan of the Buddhist practice of “nonseriousness.” This has helped me in my perpetual vacillation between being the most serious person in the room and being incapable of being serious. On good days, I vote for “lightening up” when faced with an overly serious impulse to take people down. This poem more succinctly lays out such judgment.

Judgment Call

When dark daze
Come to a head
Weather lightening up
Or lightning down
It’s your call

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POEM: Flick Off

Posted on December 1, 2023 by Top Pun

I suspect most everyone has had an encounter where someone completely misses your point and then launches into an unenlightening screed. This poem puts it poetically, of coarse.

Flick Off

They had missed the point
In tiredly
Icite full analysis
Like a booger in their knows
Just begging
Flick off

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POEM: Due Doo?

Posted on November 30, 2023 by Top Pun

The “tolerance” of snuffing other human lives continues to baffle and disturb me. This is particularly true given the shit that such lethal choices unleash. Can we love humans, awe humans, more than our attachment to such shit? This poem lays out the choice.

Due Doo?

In loo
Of an up to snuff supply
Of moral fiber
Loving our enemies
Will be superseded
Buy loving our enemas

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As ma Taut Me: Owed to Presence Scent

Posted on November 29, 2023 by Top Pun

This Fall I strolled down to the Toledo Museum of Art with pen and composition book anticipating that I would find some inspiration for a poem. How true this turned out to be! As inspiration goes, it is often not what I anticipated. In front of the museum, there was a high school homecoming gathering, perhaps prior to a dance or party, and students were dressed up and milling about as photoshoots took place on the regal steps and pleasant park-like grounds. My inspiration came as I experienced waft after waft of perfumes as people walked by. Even outside, these clouds of scents aggravated my asthma. Perfumes and commercial scents in all types of products have become a nemesis in recent years as my sensitivity to such chemicals has worsened. I am glad that at least I got a poem out of it.

As ma Taut Me: Owed to Presence Scent

A fall
Eve
Flaunting her wears
The perfume hung
My throat tight
Adam apple gulping
At the present
Of the fare gender
As ma taut me
Every breath is precious
And inspiration is scarce
Wading to exhale
Seeking just
To clear the air
Of presence scent
How ever untended

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POEM: One Duck in a Row — Enough!

Posted on November 28, 2023 by Top Pun

One of my favorite catchphrases representing the singular solution often offered by the world is “punch it in the face!” Of course, I say this with pounds of irony and tons of sarcasm. This poem mixes this metaphor with the proverbial “getting your ducks in a row.”

One Duck in a Row — Enough!

Duck this!
Duck that!
Sum daze
The hole whirled
Won to punch
Me in efface
My soul cry
“DUCK!”
A singularly simple exclamation
Of just one
In a row

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POEM: Screw the All Gore Rhythm

Posted on November 27, 2023 by Top Pun

One of my monikers in life is “screw the algorithm,” in rebellion to the lifeless calculations that often subtract from humanity and divide humanity. This poem is such a rebel cry.

Screw the All Gore Rhythm

The death machine is exceptionally tooned
And spectacularly contrived
Completely fed up on life
It’s proffered fool
Assault of the earth people
Duressed up as victims
Complicit in their own weigh
Illiciting a symphony of violence
A negation of every kind
Gaping into their rational eyes
A praising their vacuous souls
It’s awe in their mine
Art less morality
Too the maxim
Buy all rites
Ours
For US
Creed is good
Others knot sow much
In efface of such a parity of humanity
A leveling canon
Swearing by
An unending mount of figuring
Sum thing a bout division and subtraction
Yet in the coarse of time
In the end
Merely a tally whacker
In an increasingly code code whirled
Making US
Wanna bloody dance
And throw up our harms
As acclaim
On this accrual planet
An epic flail
Red he to rumble
To all gore rhythm
What choice
Might we have
Thinking not

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POEM: I’m Mutable Soul

Posted on November 26, 2023 by Top Pun

Is humanity a rounding error? You be the judge — or not.

I’m Mutable Soul

I wondered
Agin and agin
Do I have a soul
Imbued in this dust and water
Sow muddied
In regard
To such square metaphysical ponderings
Some round it
Down
Too nothing
Still
I am
In awe the remainder

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POEM: Detente

Posted on November 25, 2023 by Top Pun

When guns ceasefire and bombings are paused, we are still a longing weigh from peace. War is hell — not something to be won. This poem is a meditation on the accost of war, weather hot or cold. Peace — bring it on! May we move swiftly and wisely from bringing to heel to bringing to heal.

Detente

Impassing on
Grate whizzed ‘em
The key to dead lock
As blood fewed in sum code wore
The race to standstill
As sum kind of savvy genus
In chanting out laud
Good knight
Day taunt
Every won’s pointed weepin’s
Necessitates due business
With strange bad fellows
Our enemas enema is hour friend
Giving a shit
Where we sleep
Drawing align in the sand
Embracing stale mates
Jumping to conclusions
Routinely winding up
With flowering fresh heir
Uniform with grave sights
And soldiers a mere civilians tithe
Ten-fold dead as good as won
Haunted bye
Nobody winds
Know buddy looses
A fart in the wind
Pleasing no won at all

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POEM: What Counts?

Posted on November 24, 2023 by Top Pun

Mysticism is at the heart of all true religion. Experiencing the mystic, the sublime, may involve wooing over generations, even eons. However, on some inexplicable occasions, mystic experiences fuel an incinerator that lays waste to all convention and worldviews. The beautiful part of this parent destruction is rebirth like a phoenix from the ashes. True freedom emanates from this place. Awe life arises from this hearth. This poem is but an embarrassingly dim recounting of such occasions.

What Counts?

She recounted
In awe earnestness
A hi spiritual truth
That the spark of the divine is
In every person
I didn’t have the art to tell her
That God
Is a fucking flamethrower
Incinerating every tenant of your whirled view
Kiln all that you ever love
Every cherished precept
Every earned emotion
Every vicarious virtue
Every body of sow called knowledge
Roasting every dogma
The ash hole of every vice releasing
Kraken every bad joke imaginable
Till awe cremains
Soully to find yourself
As if
Razed from the dread
Singing a sublime song
Nothing you cant
In cite

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POEM: Gobble Gobble Gobble

Posted on November 23, 2023 by Top Pun

A Thanksgiving poem for awe at the table, not at the table, and those on the table.

Gobble Gobble Gobble

Turkey prayers sound like
Gobble gobble gobble
Turkey preyers sound like
Gobble gobble gobble
Won might ax
If the deference can be tolled
Weather a bit corny
Or big fat turkeys
We are what we eat
Our unremitting fete
As potential
Human beans

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POEM: The Hit and Myth Nature of Cautionary Tales

Posted on November 22, 2023 by Top Pun

Indigenous peoples have a legendary way of introducing stories: “This story may not have happened, but that doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true.” This is a way of pointing out that mere facts are not the only material for truth. There is storytelling in every culture that avails itself of this truth. This poem plays with this truth.

The Hit and Myth Nature of Cautionary Tales

His life was becoming
More like
A fable
Like Cain and Abel
And just
Because it didn’t happen
Does knot mean
Its just not true

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POEM — Hemlocking the Socratic Method [Curiosity Killed the Hepcat]

Posted on November 21, 2023 by Top Pun

I am very curious. Life intrigues me. I am also a critical thinker, and, at times, others view me as contrary. I do seem to have a gift for seeing contradictions. Most of the time, I like playing around with ideas and perspectives. I am not a big fan of playing the devils advocate; I think the devil already had enough advocates. Nevertheless, I am a big fan of the Socratic method, asking questions to get better answers or to pose different perspectives from which to view things. This poem plays with the inevitable annoyance of questioning assumptions and perspectives in a conversation.

Hemlocking the Socratic Method [Curiosity Killed the Hepcat]

She believed
It was a setup
Some brand of abate and switch
Evolving lash out
The interminable questioning
Sow unending
This or that
If this, that
If that, this
Halving a singular thought
To fallow this tree of logic
Until stumped
That alleged won
Thing I have learned
Playing this bantering faux
Is this
Or that
Folks dig their Schrödinger’s cats
Alive and knot
A mysterious physic
In Pandora’s Box
In posing lethal curiosity as their bag
To which we may never no
Weather this or that
Dead or alive

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POEM: Dread Full Theology

Posted on November 20, 2023 by Top Pun

This funny little poem illustrates just how far my mind goes to set up a pun. WARNING: this poem gets a little hairy.

Dread Full Theology

So, you think God is dead?
I am not sure
But I do know that Jesus was black
So, it may be that
God is dread

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POEM: The Dumbest Thing I Ever Metaphor

Posted on November 19, 2023 by Top Pun

This poem is a tribute to the dumbfounding reality that speaking about God is extremely dangerous, almost as dangerous as not speaking about God. I am perpetually drawn to contemplating ultimate concerns, which naturally outline one’s respective, or irrespective, views on the nature of God. I strongly suspect that legalistic religion, fundamentalism, is the greatest threat to authentic spirituality. I choose a language of metaphor to tease out ineffable aspects of reality. Nonetheless, there is one conundrum you cannot beat: shouting out loud, “There is know God!”

The Dumbest Thing I Ever Metaphor

After awe
I wanted
Too shout it from a mountain top
Or whisper it fore a million ears
Never the less
Sum wear a mist
A wresting sow udderly dammed
I holy apprehended
There are things you cannot say
That are knot aloud
You can’t speak
A bout
That look up
On their efface
The dumbest thing I ever metaphor
There is know God

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POEM: The Die is Cast

Posted on November 18, 2023 by Top Pun

Life is a gamble. Play the roll you got, or the roll will play you.

The Die is Cast

So it is said
And can knot be
Taken aback
The die is cast
Weather mettle mulled
Or fortune’s gambol
As if it’s some kind
Of serenity preyer
Excepting change
Undertaking assent
And only wise enough
To no the difference
In forging a civil war
Clear-cut as would
And certifiable conclusions
As destined to a seed
In taking that risky role
That dual to the death
Beyond that singular one
Left for dread
Die, die, die
Chop, chop, chop
Yet awe the time
The err we breath in
Offed miss judging
Won or the other
As fate is thrown
Only to give berth
To what
You new

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POEM: That Hire Power

Posted on November 17, 2023 by Top Pun

Sometimes when I due things my weigh, it just leads me back to the eternal truth that things work out better when I employ awe.

That Hire Power

That hire power
Put me on
Notice
Halve it my weigh
A small Jōb
Alight wait
Fore whom shall I send
That cache in heaven
Mysteriously helled
Back
Just as I AM
Employing awe the while

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POEM: Replete the Sounding Joy!

Posted on November 16, 2023 by Top Pun

The inane static of life often drowns out the good works and awesome joy that undergirds and fuels those “of us” who are building a better world day by day. May your good works and joy be abundant and contagious.

Replete the Sounding Joy!

We interrupt
The ongoing nightmare
Of insidious take aways
To deliver
YOU
This anti-commercial message
The arc of won’s life
Full of heart works
Weather one
Two by two
Or masses of rabble
Inviting won and all
To join the largesse
Circle possible
Encompassing the maximum
In powering the closest to awe
A revolution free of spin
Boundlessly renewing
And miss giving out of the question
As the answer ever peering
The manor of just us
Replete
Replete
As well
As replete
Sum more

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POEM: Unentitled Number Two

Posted on November 15, 2023 by Top Pun

This poem peered early this morning. The muse strikes again! This poem is a poet’s poem, and a tip of the hat to one of my favorite poets, Rumi. Who is that says you can’t feel the sublime standing in a pile of number two…

Unentitled Number Two

Awe is write with the whirled
Surfing the chaos
Affront of me
And awe sow still
Standing in
Sublime feeled
Sow Rumi
Know better plays
To be

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