Loosing our minds

 

Righteousness, Relationship, Time, Alzheimers

I am right.

You may say that I am not, but
I have,

Demanded love and,

You,
Are wrong.

Black and blue and red hummingbird, I
Know what I am saying, you

Left the kids again,
And we argue,

Tall as bamboo we,
Kill each other,

Taking long hours to,
Identify precisely who left the faucet running,

Forgetting the long, yellow grass of home –
I am right,

You never listen, and that’s the problem
Left,

It says so on the map.

Fold your wings.
Concede.

Allow the dull,
Green mother

Her time at the till.

 

Picture       ♦Space Shuttle Challenger Crew♦

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We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and “slipped the surly bonds of earth” to “touch the face of God.” – Space shuttle challenger-

 

Published in: on January 21, 2016 at 09:02  Leave a Comment  
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Aphrodisiac

short poetry, evocative, environment, growth, spiritual, freedom, new, fresh

why don’t you?

lift your arms and
heal yourself

stand taller than you
were made

be stronger
than fear

mould dreams into
rainbows

why don’t you
set root and

paint the world
green with envy

you are alive

simplify your needs and
grow wings,

or stand still,
and skin lizards,

decorate yourself
with war paint,

shake off the dust,
why don’t you

uproot yourself and
walk a mile

in any direction you like,

you must at least
try,

To rage against
this idea

that you cannot

and perhaps
the sweat off your brow

will seed
fertile ground,

coat handsome men with lust
for life

become
aphrodisiac

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Published in: on January 20, 2016 at 14:54  Leave a Comment  
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Street-walker

God and Folly

It is raining outside.

I am reminded that,
Rain has rhythm.

Rhythm has heart-beat,
A beat, a

Rat-a-tat-tat,

Every city has its gangsters, its’
Street corners, its

Unbelievers, every

Heart has its beat, and
Every beating heart, its’

God,

Where folly is a pink bear,
An African American,

A bionic car round the bend,
Sunlight at last,

Caught in the hands,
In the hair,

Of the joggers,

In the difference it makes to,

Walk with a friend,
For a mile or a minute,

Healing.

♦photo♦ Laurieanichols Scenes from New York in January

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Published in: on January 5, 2016 at 05:48  Leave a Comment  
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Violent language

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You wonder why homosexual men hate their fathers specifically –

Those who don’t know them, consistently
Want to know,

Who is the wife and who,
The husband –

And it seeps in,
Leaking insecurity like,

Laying fresh sheets for the night,
Satin,

Then fighting because fathers call boys disciplined or,
Pussy’s –

Violent words that not even women,
Use,

Scarlet language that,
Colours all things, that –

Thank God,
Good lovers, forgive.

♦Picture♦   – Christianos Gays –

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Published in: on January 3, 2016 at 22:14  Leave a Comment  
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Hostage

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Promises are made to be broken,
Thwarted,

Made again,
Whilst Jasmine pours,

Perfume;

Where God,
Is an impression, a

Figment,
Asking why, if

Birds and fish and,
Creatures of all kinds,

Flourish,

We terrorize each other,
Impossible,

Even at crimson sunsets, to
Be the first to apologise, and

Stop polluting the Earth?

Picture – ♦Reuters/Daily Mail

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Refugee

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If we are to be Gods we must,
Musk,

Be life forms using noses and spectrograms,

Be blue animals,

Hurtling through space, dentists
Doxologists,

Cobblers mending hard drives,
Therapists,

Slippers,

Saving the world,
Changing the climate,

Becoming responsible politicians,
Setting safe harbour as we go.

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Published in: on December 24, 2015 at 05:16  Leave a Comment  
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Pansies, Holly’s and Twinkly Lights

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The brown bee,
Big as a bear,

That visits my Polyandra,

Flies meticulous patterns around morning blooms
Dispersing pollen,

As easily as the hummingbird next to it,
Serenades hibiscus.

We spend time collecting memories and ornaments like,
Christmas bulbs have no lifetime,

We miss Pansy’s and Holly’s and Twinkly lights,
At Sundown,

When closets shut,
And tears are caressed by lovers or husbands,

Beautiful lives spent,
Draping balconies and seasons;

Bumble bees for a time.

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For a special friend, at this time.

Published in: on December 19, 2015 at 05:38  Leave a Comment  

After

Cancer, palliative

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We spend our days,
Getting ready for tomorrow,

Hoping the past will not catch us,
The bad eating, the saccharin juices, when

Now is the only moment, to

Love, to
Speak,

Re-pack your life, forgive –
Go,

On an adventure or,
Simply state your piece,

It will be alright.

We may yet,
Save the climate.

♦photo♦ – High Museum Art of Atlanta

 

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For my friends battling Cancer.

Published in: on December 14, 2015 at 23:30  Leave a Comment  
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Choose

Choose, environment

Bombing everything,
You prevaricate,

Humans in an upside-down chandelier,
Prevaricating,

Pompous,
Unable,

Hot air rising will cool.

Cold air,
Kelvin

Is frozen solid so,

Focus.
Save a butterfly.

Choose.

♦Photo♦ThingLink

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Published in: on December 10, 2015 at 04:48  Leave a Comment  
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Fine Dining

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Do chickens hold their food with their feet while they are eating?

Some birds actually do,
The Ornithologists have discovered,

Hold their food with their feet whilst dining,
Fine dining,

Eat with their hands,
Astonishingly,

As do a vast array of mammals.

Using ones fingers at dinner is perfectly acceptable.

♦photo♦ Jason Reed for Reuters

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Published in: on November 24, 2015 at 05:52  Leave a Comment  
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Office Lover

 xPWRd3p

Dreaming of;

Colorful balloons on an African plain,
Hot air rising, with

Rich people making eye contact,
Heaving brandy glasses at the bar by the salt-lick lake,

Making new friends with,
Levitating boobs or

Buoyant balls,
Out on the reef, whilst;

Putting out lurid spread-sheets,
At the office photocopier,

With Sam,
And his dark blue eyes,

Hoping buoyant balls will crack it too,
That male or female,

Cleavage wins,

That bobbing balls will sway him from the levitating boobs of Caroline in the corner,

Will bring Sam round,
With his dark blue eyes,

To dreaming of African sunsets with me.

 

 

 

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Published in: on November 24, 2015 at 05:37  Leave a Comment  
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We don’t dance anymore

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We don’t dance anymore,
And it happened so quickly.

We sold our souls on the galactic market,
For peanuts.

The Earth recovered though, its
Nature.

We sold everything to be together,
We did, and

Life happened.

This far down the line, we’re all that’s left and
You still are,

The most beautiful thing about me.

♦Photo:  Mary Pendergreene

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Published in: on November 4, 2015 at 08:24  Leave a Comment  
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