POEM: Certifiable Sabbath

Sabbath is more than, won day…

Certifiable Sabbath

“True Sabbath is more than, enough, every seven days, every seven hours, every seven minutes, every seven seconds, and even, more sow.”

He weighed in on
That burden some quest in
Wrestling over
What forth command meant
Of the Sabbath
And that keep
It wholly
Not mirrorly that seventh daze
As God wont sow much more
The lored of what
Might
Just be
More than a seventh
Ours
Minutes
Every present
As you thirst firsts
Seconds
Just
As good

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POEM: Free, of Conspiring

Freedom exists, some wear between, inspiration and expiration…

Free, of Conspiring

Breath conspires with know one
Inspiration just
The have of it
Perspiration soully
Water you
Going to do

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POEM: Owed to Uncivil Service

This poem was inspired by the targeted firing of immigration judges who may be just, not far right enough…

Owed to Uncivil Service

The party boss
Burst onto the seam
Turning on
His ruin US fauxs
Helled as self-evident truths
Making a kiln
Long the weigh
With clay feat
Bursting
Out
You’re fired
Having left
Too others
To clean up
Whatever peace might
Holed on

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POEM: Burning Peacemakers Unflaggingly a Cross America

This poem goes out to alleged Christians, Christian nationalists, who are complicit, if not cheerleading or orchestrating, the crucifixion in a myriad of weighs of immigrants and refugees, and those others caught in the cross fire…

Burning Peacemakers Unflaggingly a Cross America

Jesus, the Prince of Peace, has tried to come back to earth several times, soully to be executed, agin, as an enemy of the state, as the world wades for better leadership.

I AM
Jesus, a brown-skinned, non-English-speaking, foreigner
In “other” words
A fourth coming terrorist
Sow trying to come agin
Twice be for
Executed by the state
Wince more
A cross the whirled
For sons and daughters of God
Assembling peace fully
And what is left
Taken by this radical rite
Accept peacemaking amor unflaggingly

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POEM: Leaves Waving

Enjoying nature — sow much better than civilization…

Leaves Waving

There are times I miss
Take leaves
Waving at passing spirits
Enveloping invitations
As open secrets
Emptied of ambition
In udder silence
Transcendent in awhirl
Sell dumb herd
Beyond the buy and buy
That infinite purchase

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POEM: Taken Literally

A short love poem…

Taken Literally

The soul thing
I won
To take
Literally
Is you

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POEM: The Drop on Me

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

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POEM: The Gravity of Centeredness

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

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POEM: Wading to Ex-hell

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

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POEM: Sow Lame He Cant Get an Election – Owed to Straight Up Lies

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

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POEM: Bard from Speaking — Owed to a Passing Grade (If Sow Inclined)

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

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POEM: Blanche Effacing – Owed to De-nomination of Todd Blanche

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

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POEM: De-nuding Shame

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.

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POEM: Knot Computing

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

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POEM: Fit for Doody

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

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POEM: The Catch

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.

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POEM: Man Machined

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

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POEM: That Witch Is

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

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POEM: That Uncle Sam

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

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POEM: Pointed Canon

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.

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