Poem # 122

Couches signal

Trusts end

Misery and doubt

Do you want this to end?

Tears from blue eyes

Make brown eyes red

Love an endurance

Is this the bend?

Walking together

Hand in hand

There is no voice

Why can’t I comprehend?

A hike in the woods

Asleep in bed

Going to the movies

Why can’t we blend?

Two individuals

Resting on shores

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Waters uncharted

Wrestling on chores

Time go’s bye

The blue is still sky

Fighting for growth

This is why we mope

                                                                                     

Breath and let go

The sorrow in tow

The magic of life

Is filled with constant strife

Geek

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Self proclaimed, unashamed

Different from birth

Living on this rare earth

Lost in story

Action figure inventory

Dice and games

These are my ways

Back in time

Internal rhyme

Floating across the stars

Storm troopers burned the Lars

Jim Kirk

A funny smirk

Star ship, comic strip

Video distraction

Is this a reaction?

Social outsider

Die, Rob Schneider

Movies in the dark

Jaws is a killer shark

My ways are set

I want to be a space cadet

There is no hope

Give me a joke

It is my mystique

So to speak

I am a

Modern Geek

Bane of My Life

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Round noodle you sit there

Acting like any other noodle

We both know your terrorist ways

Round noodle you can hide

Under red sauce, morning yellow cheese

Layers of butter

But I know you are there

There in the tomato residue

Waiting for you chance to strike

Against my taste buds

" I flavor like any other pasta" you say

HA! I know your truth as it sickens my pallet

You are a menace to the food world

Like a true Sith lord you wait in that cream

you wait for your chance to strike

in dishes like penne marinara

Like an ugly woman coating yourself in makeup

Like Kahn you are a poor marksman

And  you keep missing the target

I shall eat your brothers and sisters with joy

But you round noodle will never be digested

You round noodle so vial

disgusting, filthy, and ghastly

You round noodle I shall denounce



Olympics 2012 Haiku

Celebrating world

Cohesive competition

Come together now

Ravenous Scorpions

Pain lingers down the hall

An empty ghost, BOO!

Nasty yellow teeth

Shining on an otherwise pleasant day

Needing to hide

A vacant dark corner

Conceal me from the fear

Needs, demands, objects

A place to rest

Granite bed warm to the touch

Hard on the back

Wake up don't vomit

Oh Goblin king

You do have power over me

Your chains heavy

I am bruised from the thrashing

This episode is

Neither pleasant nor pleasurable

Clear out the cobwebs!

Poison injected from fangs

The spider bites hard

Soothing the scar

Will this burn

Ever heal?

                                                                                                    

I would hide in the desert

Only to have the scorpions

That slumber under skin

Claw their way out

Eat through my eyes

To live another day

Hole

What we do in the dark

The characters we imagine

Trying to fill the hole in our soul

Some will laugh

And poke and prod

Trying to fill the emptiness

That has consumed them

Although they have done much worse

Alone in the void

No video camera present to record

Players in a play

Black holes take light

Let us imagine the possibilities

What we do

How we feel

Who can we make fun of

To make ourselves more whole

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Celebration

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Red glow thrusts

Beauty Skyward

Ohhs and Ahhs

Cold beverage

Smoky food

Smile on faces

                                                                                   

Together celebrating

Being the joy of life

Laughing to the heavens

Singing to the sky

Bearing our teeth grinning

Life is inside

Protruding from red lips

Dancing being

Joy is us

Life can be

Harmonious

Celebrate

Responsibility to perpetuate

Authentic living

Joy is

We are

On with the dance

Pony Express Trail

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Dogging rabbits in the road

they can kill me

just as I can kill them

Vulnerability on a two wheeled machine

The smell of silent sage perfumes

its timeless exultant spirit  

Feeling truly alone

no cars, no lights, no noise

The pioneers came to claim

this waste land

On horse back chased

by desert heat

the sun constantly burning

arrows in the back

 traveling 60, 70, 80, miles per hour

A mouse scurries across the black asphalt

Hauntingly I don't want to run it over

A desert varmint looks me in the eye

Sitting still on the road

Staring directly into my being

Seeing the insanity of my humanity

The rabbit smiles

waiting for the day

humankind burns its self out

knowing these roads

wont have anymore riders

The pioneer spirit

Belonging only to

the unspoken  desert sage

who settles in the yellow sands

enjoying the waste land with soothing delight

The cowboy

who hated the Indian so

both have been wipe clean from this land        

Progress and sticky  tarmac

the waste land is vast

The rabbit

sits and glairs

Knowing its day

will come

The Question of Consciousness

Consciousness attached to this body

Attached to this particular life

When I awaken tomorrow

Will this consciousness be in the same place

Will it move to some other time and place

This consciousness stay until the last breath

I am consciously being Robert Frank

For the time being

What does that entail?

Is my memory, my memory?

Is it all just a fleeting dream?

Within a fleeting moment?

What we call being human

What we call living life

                                                                             

Is it real?

Is it Alive?

It is instant eternity

Playing out forever in an instantaneous flash  

Movie Theater Haiku

Sitting in the dark

Images blasting the eye

Enjoyed with strangers

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Watermelon

Winter in your mouth

Aroma of candy

Tender juicy chunks

Eager to devour

River fruit

Melts away the heat

Envious of its taste

Love

Oneness with

Natural sustenance

Colorado Shooting

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I woke up this morning

The reverberation

Cracking my skull

Sucking out my heart

                                            
                                                                                  

I woke up this morning

To learn of our civilized society

Twelve dead fifty  wounded

The reporter rang

Casually  another day

I woke up this morning

Imagining the people

Families, dates, excited teens

Sitting in their seats

Black chaos

Smoke grenades, bullets, and screams

I woke up this morning

Still feeling shocked

Columbine, Nine Eleven

What people do to people

I woke up this morning

To shed tears

Tears for the innocent murdered

Tears for the bloodied wounded

Tears for the insane shooter

Tears for the grieving relatives

Tears for the hate of man

I woke up this morning

Understanding a little less

Trying to piece together

Pain and suffering

Why why why?

I woke up this morning

Sick to my stomach

Wanting just to

Love a little more and

Hate a little less

Count Down

A paper Chain

Dangles with excitement

Anthropomorphized speaking

Of the change to come

 Exhilaration is on the walls

Begging to take place

Stagnation is over

The change will come

Change the only stability

The true foundation of life

Waiting waiting waiting

The change is

                                                                                                        

Non attachment slips

Over the heart

Clinging to conformity

There are many ways

Come outside and play

Three Parts

A three part being

Needs to be nurtured

Completely living

Body

Mind

Soul

Jogging on a summers night

Reading under an evenings sky

Being still by a juniper tree

Feed it readily

Aware of the triad

Regularly live life

Stay in balance

With yourself

True to you

Row Your Boat

 

I row

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Row

Row

My Boat

 

Gently with the current

My oars offering little resistance

Flowing with the streams

Allowing the soft waters to take me

 

Merrily I smile

I sing for joy

I sing for life

I sing for love

 

Life Is

Dream like

Ever illusive

I smile and laugh

Cookie

HERE”S COOKIE

GIMMIE MY COOKIE

I KNOW YOU HAVE

COOKIE COOKIE COOKIE

STARTS WITH C

PLEASE JUST GIMMIE COOKIE

 I AM BLUE

 LITTLE PUGY

COOKIE HUNGRY

MONSTER

DON’T BE AFRAID

I JUST WANT TO EAT

COOKIE

HUMAN NO TASTE GOOD

COOKIE TASTE BEST

COOKIE COOKIE COOKIE

STARTS WITH C

GIVE ME COOKIE

OR GIVE ME…COOKIE!

Grand Scheme

My life is not important

It is important to me

It is important to my family

My life is not important

There is no grand scheme

No master plan

No pre written history

                                                                                                

I love my life

I love your life

They are what

We make them

As far as importance?

It is as important as

We think

I use to believe

In a divine hand

In a master destiny

I come to realize

What is important

Is to be as loving

As I can be

May be one day

I will connect with you

And may be

Make you smile

Bam Boo

I don’t need a cat

I don’t need a dog

I do need my bamboo

I call it

Bam Boo

I love it

It loves me

It is very affectionate

We have long talks

It sleeps with me at night

I love you Bam Boo

My favorite

My Veggie Child

Going for a Bear Hunt

I went for a bear hunt

I stumbled and tripped

A loud SPLAANCK

                                                                                                   

I was up to my waist

In gooey brown oily

Peanut butter

I had no idea

Such a natural wonder existed

The peanut butter river

Soaked in crunchy sticky loveliness

I thought I died and went to heaven

I got out some crackers

 Sat down to have

A feast

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