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napowrimo#17 prompt using something elemental....FIRE
.....this is a draft..
MORNING FIRE
in the morning mist
hearing a gasping scream
a hurting sound of passion
beyond the edge of my mind
surprised to find
the shout was coming from me
a fire in my heart
I meditate
the raw physical energy from the universe
the glow of the embers
the heat from the sun
lightning crackling in the clouds
the molten lava of the volcanos
feeding my body with fire
calling to my mind
I meditate
ignited by some bliss
sheltered in a blazing flame
the fire roams inside me
cell by cell towards my mind
searching for inner peace
of honey, sweetness and quiet
with heart on fire
I meditate
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
MEMORY CELL
napowwrimo#16..prompt is ...WHAT'S THE SMELL.......remembering
MEMORY CELL
sitting inside my cell this morning
inside some mountain prison
where the reek of cat urine
and backed up sewer
seemed better than
the smell of death
becoming odorless
with my sudden loss of smell
I suddenly had wings
flying from this cell
to the banks of the Parvati River
and the mountain town of Kasol
with its spicy aroma
sitting with an Indian Sadhu
smoking hand made black hash
in his clay chillum
a medicine
in a spiritual context
Huxley's ultimate drug soma
black, oily with a sweet smell
never inhaled
never tasted but delicious
boycotting some consensus reality
remembering
from my memory cell
MEMORY CELL
sitting inside my cell this morning
inside some mountain prison
where the reek of cat urine
and backed up sewer
seemed better than
the smell of death
becoming odorless
with my sudden loss of smell
I suddenly had wings
flying from this cell
to the banks of the Parvati River
and the mountain town of Kasol
with its spicy aroma
sitting with an Indian Sadhu
smoking hand made black hash
in his clay chillum
a medicine
in a spiritual context
Huxley's ultimate drug soma
black, oily with a sweet smell
never inhaled
never tasted but delicious
boycotting some consensus reality
remembering
from my memory cell
Thursday, April 15, 2010
ON THE FLOOR
napowrimo#15 using the prompt something to do with carrying a tune....sing this to the tune I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS....to your partner..to your shower...to yourself or the whiskey on the floor
ON THE FLOOR
whiskey all over the floor
big Johnny stumbling through the door
Johnny has a drink, a drink he can't share
he wants to tell someone, so he tells the chair
he saw Abby kissing the sawdust floor
underneath the bar stool last nite
she didn't see him sneek
through the door to have a peek
she thought he was passed out on the street
then he saw Abby pissing on the floor
no panties under her skirt having a leak
such a hoot it would have been
if hubbby stumbled in
to see Abby pissing on the floor last nite
whiskey and piss all over the floor
big Johnny drunk by the door
Johnny had a drink he didn't share
he couldn't see, he didn't care
ON THE FLOOR
whiskey all over the floor
big Johnny stumbling through the door
Johnny has a drink, a drink he can't share
he wants to tell someone, so he tells the chair
he saw Abby kissing the sawdust floor
underneath the bar stool last nite
she didn't see him sneek
through the door to have a peek
she thought he was passed out on the street
then he saw Abby pissing on the floor
no panties under her skirt having a leak
such a hoot it would have been
if hubbby stumbled in
to see Abby pissing on the floor last nite
whiskey and piss all over the floor
big Johnny drunk by the door
Johnny had a drink he didn't share
he couldn't see, he didn't care
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
CLEAVE
napowrimo#14 wrtiting about a what? a CLEAVE poem...no idea...and no time today..but here is a haiku
CLEAVE
above the noise of aircraft
optical fiber threads
Van Cleave's ploughshares
I could somewhat explain but....I don't think I will
CLEAVE
above the noise of aircraft
optical fiber threads
Van Cleave's ploughshares
I could somewhat explain but....I don't think I will
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
STRUNG OUT
napowrimo#13 ...crediting the first line to Norman Dubie...."the lights of the galaxies are strung out over a dipper of gin".
STRUNG OUT
the lights of the galaxies
are strung out over a dipper of gin
lost in the Gotham stars
and solace of the Hudson
beyond the city that never sleeps
below the arch of Washington Square
above the urchin avenue of the bowery
fifteen steps down
stands the Village Vanguard
Sarah
Miles
Bill Evans Trio
ghosts of the past jazz universe
calling the spirits
in a martini glass
strung out on gin
STRUNG OUT
the lights of the galaxies
are strung out over a dipper of gin
lost in the Gotham stars
and solace of the Hudson
beyond the city that never sleeps
below the arch of Washington Square
above the urchin avenue of the bowery
fifteen steps down
stands the Village Vanguard
Sarah
Miles
Bill Evans Trio
ghosts of the past jazz universe
calling the spirits
in a martini glass
strung out on gin
Monday, April 12, 2010
REVELATION
napowrimo#12...secret codes...my partner had this list this morning ....fence...Doctor....Clarke...Fairley...college. A secret code???...well it turns out it was a list of things for her to do today (Fairley is name of a local lawyer)......using her list of words (in red) I came up with following poem
REVELATION
leaving Black Mountain College
blinded by the longitudes of the world
looking for abstract expressions
of Pollock and Clarke Coolridge
the meshing of art poetry and jazz
unable to believe Doctor Fairley
and his theory that X is true
because this list reveals nothing
a secret code for screaming souls
anguish to punish the pied piper
that flirts with the willow tree
believing all is written in Kerouac's
Tears In The Fence
revealing nothing
REVELATION
leaving Black Mountain College
blinded by the longitudes of the world
looking for abstract expressions
of Pollock and Clarke Coolridge
the meshing of art poetry and jazz
unable to believe Doctor Fairley
and his theory that X is true
because this list reveals nothing
a secret code for screaming souls
anguish to punish the pied piper
that flirts with the willow tree
believing all is written in Kerouac's
Tears In The Fence
revealing nothing
Sunday, April 11, 2010
ROAD NOT TAKEN
napowrimo#11.....using the prompt...things I didn't choose
ROAD N OT TAKEN
putting my foot on the pedal
laying rubber down the interstate
looking for that gravel road less travelled
of dust and dirt
to set me free
believing a road is just a road
no matter if its Seattle or San Antone
missing that exit never known
where it went
what would have been
faceless ghosts or forgotten dreams
jesus on the cross
blinded by mean beams
hearing voices of lost prisoners
never noticing the miles
screaming at the scenery
at midnight or dawn
always moving on
sometimes missing that place
never been never seen
on the road to San Antone
the road not taken
ROAD N OT TAKEN
putting my foot on the pedal
laying rubber down the interstate
looking for that gravel road less travelled
of dust and dirt
to set me free
believing a road is just a road
no matter if its Seattle or San Antone
missing that exit never known
where it went
what would have been
faceless ghosts or forgotten dreams
jesus on the cross
blinded by mean beams
hearing voices of lost prisoners
never noticing the miles
screaming at the scenery
at midnight or dawn
always moving on
sometimes missing that place
never been never seen
on the road to San Antone
the road not taken
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