Monday, January 1, 2018

A Prayer for the World

A Prayer for the World
Light of the World, Shine on me, love is the answer
Shine on us all, set us free, love is the answer
-Song by John Ford Coley

Native Americans love of earth and respect for nature
Joins with African rhythmns, flamboyant colors, celebrations
Joins with European symphonies, architecture, art
Joins with Buddhas zen, meditations, and introspection
Joins with the Land  Down Unders kangaroos and didgeridoos
Joins with Persian Arabian Nights, Genies, and oil production
Joins with Asian discipline, technology, efficiency
Joins with India, lotus, chakras, yoga, reincarnation
Joins with Christians love, service to fellowman
Joins with North American freedom, incentive, innovation
Joins with South American gems,spicy rhythmns and fiestas
Creates peace, joy, happiness, respect, understanding
Connection




Sunday, December 31, 2017

Poems of 2017

The Best Time

I love reading poetry
first thing in the morning, 
the house mouse quiet.
Still dark,
from a long winter night,
the only light,
hundreds of white stars
igniting the Christmas Tree.
Another light added,
the fire creeps it's heat
into the chill of the room,
enveloping stillness.
My two cats greet me
as the morning awakens.
Misty blue,
a long haired
soft cream Himalayan,
curls like a mother of pearl shell
on the soft satin 

of the tree skirt. 
Tabby Jenny,
a ball of fur,
warmed by the fire,
purrs.

Urban Sprawl

Every patch of green is fading away
A glimpse of the countryside
suddenly appears
Black Angus grazing in a pasture
Blocks of houses as a backdrop
Stacked standing Dominoes

Once rolling emerald paths
Now construction structures
Roads criss crossing
Carrying commuters

Concrete jungles rise
Monsters of urban development
Dollar signs motivating growth
Ka ching Ka ching
Hardly a patch of true green left


Our Kitty Cats

Steady Jenny
and Misty Blue Eyes
Join me in the early morning
Purring a contented hum
With soft belly foot rubs
Gentle hand caresses

They stretch doing there cat yoga
Misty smooths her ivory fur
with her morning tongue bath
Then curls her paws in a pre-natal pose
A giant mauve fuzzy caterpillar

Jenny nudges my hand again
A glutton for affection
Sometimes we call her our cling on
She hugs so tightly to our chest
At the end of the day
We have to cast her away
Several times before she gets the picture
Finally curls into a soft puddle
On the back of the blue leather chair


Parenthood


Don't have children as a trophy
As an extended ego
Because birth control was missed one night

Don't have children if divorce is an option
commitment a joke
The wedding only a once upon a time fairy tale play for a day

Don't have children to fulfill something missing
but not knowing what

Don't have children to keep up with the Jonses
The Johnsons
Or the Jensens

Two parents
A father and a mother
have children because you want to love
nourish and nurture them and each other 
For the rest of all of your lives



The Grand Bahama

Hibiscus abloom
Pale orange   pastel pink  fire engine red
Petals swirl
A vibrant windmill
Bright stamens accent their center
Drawing bees and me in
I learn to make tea from their petals

Palm trees sway on sands the color of
Banana   coral   pristine white
The aquamarine waters
Lap shores gently like tongues

The perfect temperature
Surrounds the island
Occasional breezes
A periodic gale
A paradise lost when I encountered
Noseeums

*Noseeums are tiny mosquitoes the size of a piece of dust. Their itch twenty times that of other mosquitoes


Tatts

Once handsome men are now freaks
Women a side show at the circus
It has become the trend
Putting permanent life marks on flesh

Once a birthmark was thought a curse from God
Especially in visible places
Now young and old enjoy marring their body
With ugly designs

Once hidden in some secret place
Now they force us to witness their masochistic acts
Purplish blue black and indigo colors
Blur the beauty God gave them

Once thought extreme
Now they parade their anti-social behavior
Like a badge on arms and legs
An art exhibition we didn’t choose to attend

Some say their tatts mean something
A tribute to someone
Some say they are sensitive souls
Expressing themselves

I beg to differ
Anyone who consciously chooses
To hurt themselves for attention
Doesn’t care if they offend
Troubling
The question looms large
Why do people choose to look cheap
Like hardened ex cons



Epilogue For The Homeless


The homeless are great
They Manipulate
Playing victim
Preying on good Christian hearts
The con their game

They use different disguises
Different faces
One man always out there with many
Sometimes a goatee
Sometimes a long beard
Sometimes a hat
Sometimes just looks weird
He stands on the median
Always a forlorn face
 looking down
He should get an academy award
for acting

They have different signs
Scrawled on cardboard
A good technique
One I saw said 
Stranded 
Please anything will help
I called her on it as she got on her hidden bike
smiling

One sign said
I used to have a life once
I decided to talk to her about it
Same old sob story
Sores all over her face
Wasn’t going to admit she chose to be a meth addict

Another sign
I used to be somebody once
She’s still somebody
Somebody on the streets
Another
Will work for food
Four fast food restaurants hiring on the same street


Homeless and Hungry
Anything will help
When you give them food they’re disappointed
Don’t feed their addictions with your philanthropy
That enable’s their disease

They make a much better living begging
A cab driver told me they often make $200 an hour
A better wage than his fifteen an hour plus tips

It’s lucrative
begging
I’ve interviewed a few to see
How they ended up on the streets
Ran away because my mother was a drug addict
Or her new husband was sexually abusing me
Husband was an alcoholic
All pretty legit reasons
Sometimes tragic
Sometimes real
Usually not

Personal Choice and Personal Responsibility
Must be examined

It’s the lazy man’s profession
Some like it
 Don’t mind being a vagabond
Enjoy the gypsy life riding the rails
They’ve made their own bed
Don’t mind sleeping in a bag on the streets
It’s just like camping
Much easier than taking care of a house
All that responsibility
They like the simple life

Most take your money for alcohol and drugs
They don’t really want food
Don’t be fooled
Don’t feel too sorry for these
“Victims”
Sometimes these “Victims” are victimizing
You


Zero Population Growth

Some people believe in quality
Not quantity
Unlike California who adds a new million each year
Or India
Teeming with life
Beggars
Merchants
Yogis
Cremation at the Ganges
Recycling life into another reincarnation
Or China
Population grew so large the government forced contraception
Only one for a while
Only two in the country
A boy valued more than a girl
Infanticide of females became too common

Today freeways buzz like bees twenty four seven
Traffic stopping like clogged arteries at rush hours
New lanes and new structures line them with commerce
Urban sprawl leaving no room
For pastures for cows
Meadows for Meadow Larks
Or clean air to breathe

Back in the seventies there was a push
Only two children per couple
The world then was three billion
Now fifty years later the world population bulges
More than double
Humanity has not taken the idea seriously
Responsibility with the life force
An afterthought
When does the earth reach
“The fullness of it’s Creation”
Does that mean humanity is the only life form left?


Transformation

When I first met you
You were hiding in the disguise of a sick sloth
Pounds of unwanted flesh and fat
Hiding your soul sparkle

Then something happened
You shed that unwanted garbage
Became a new vibrant woman
Emerged from a bulging cocoon
A bounteous butterfly beauty

Flitting here and there
Showing off your new design
Even new love
Your radiance inspired  

Then you forgot who you really were
Retreated back to your chrysalis comfort
Retired from the place that wanted to taste your essence
Then discard it



Poet of the Year

She was quite lovely when she had teeth and cheek bones
A sparkle in her eye
Poetry sprang from her mind
A brook bubbling in Springtime
Now she only has one tooth in front
She hides a smile so we won’t see her pink gums
In the corner of the poetry group
She is quiet
Sometimes brings a poem to workshop
Sometimes not
An occasional remark
You’re a poet!
Poverty stung her so no dentures
No implants
Life took it’s toll
Son’s paralyzation
Husbands long agonizing death
“The thousand natural shocks that flesh is ere too”
Still exquisite beauty in her soul
Stretches to wake poetry to the world
Lyrical hymns lift us with their song
Her vision exposes her tantalizing verse
A master of the written word


Born Into Polygamy
My mothers are many
Only one father
He doles out orders
Instructions
Daily
Up and dressed by 5:00
Prayers and breakfast at 5:30
Chores after breakfast
Feed the livestock
Milk the cow
Gather the eggs
Then off to hard labor for the day
Be productive “By the sweat of the brow”
Build businesses to serve the saints
Hard work the antidote for evil
To bed by 8:00
Early to bed
Early to rise
The outside world evil
No television
No outside thought
“We never landed on the moon”
Just a conspiracy theory
The government is “The Beast”
Instead of sucking from us
We suck from it to serve our causes

Women are hidden
 Only men allowed to be visible
Women are busy cleaning
Mothering
And making more “pure” babies
To populate our commune

Born into polygamy
I never had a choice


War Games

Will this Earth and it’s inhabitants ever evolve
Beyond war
Beyond violence
Some keep this consciousness of war locked
In reincarnated minds
Destruction resurfaces again and again
Haunting humanity with senseless death
Annihilation
Mock booms shake and rattle our windows
Camp Williams again
Disturbing the peace
Trouble and frighten our communities
Our Young
Our Old
Our animals
 Practicing war
Bombs
M16s
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Giant helicopter Dragons
Hover low over our bedrooms at bedtime
Continue on the hour until midnight
Mans foolish waste of resources
And lives


Greener Pastures

Sometimes I miss tranquil pastures in the country
Cattle lowing
Grazing for eternity
Time slowing
Rivers running on and on forever

It’s hard to find quiet today
The world so busy and buzzing everywhere
Give me buzzing of bees
Swaying of trees
Gentle breezes
Give me grains of wheat waving on a golden ocean
Geese on the pond
Ducks with their ducklings
Kittens playing with dust bunnies in the barn



Garage Mahalls

Man caves
Block my majestic mountain view
Anew
Rectangles, triangles, squares
Barns designed for pride
Not aesthetics

Oblivious to my artists heart
They can’t build them
High enough
Deep enough
Wide enough
For all their gleaming vehicles
They stand as monuments of success
Unvisited
Their toys rarely enjoyed
Storage for their trailers
Four Wheelers
Razors
Boats

My souls needs ignored
With their giant towers of ego


American Idol

Rock Star
An oxymoron
Crowds cheer
Rock on
Rock on
The Grateful are Dead
Morrison
Joplin
Hendrix
Children aspire
To catch the fire
“When I grow up I want to be a rock star”
Don’t know they can’t have both
A high price to pay for
Groupies
No lasting relationships
Recreational drugs
Once vices
Now habits
On the road again
In a cold hotel room after the show


Millennials

The Snowflakes have melted all over this country
Made it a gargantuan mud hole
To cope in college
 Need Kleenex and play dough
Deplorables deplore them
Liberals adore them

Protesting their way of life
Don’t truly understand their reasons for strife

Glued to their screen
Their narcississtic selfie scene
Tatts adorn their arms
To our horror
Offer no charms 
A freak show at the circus
Covered with life marks
Like hideous birthmarks

Think they are so aware
They really don’t care  
Truly unaware

Offend left and right 
Say they don’t want to fight

No morals to speak of
No right and no wrong
Their conscience gone
Stripped all men of masculinity
All women of femininity
Now
JUST A CONFUSED HOT MESS OF GENDERLESS HUMANITY
           

                              A Prayer for the World
                              
Light of the World, shine on me, love is the answer
Shine on us all, set us free, love is the answer    
                                                        -Song by John Ford Coley

                                  

Prayers For my Sons

A mother wants her sons to be happy. She can tell by their eyes if they are.

My brilliant Matt Damon look alike sons’s eyes are tired
 A BB gun found his eye in youth’s reckless gambles

My hopes are he will marry a wife
  who will help him blossom and thrive
Who will fill him up with joy
Inspire

His wife treats him as her self serving work horse
 to keep her in the the lifestyle 
she aspires

His long surgeon hours
are met with more chores
bathe and tuck the children in bed
read them a story
                                       The queen sleeps late
                                             early retires 

Life is being sucked from him one day at a time,
his patients,  hospital administrators  
insurance claims, 
 wife's desires

I pray for my son’s happiness
for his life
Before he expires


My oldest son’s eyes are light blue like mine
His generous hard working soul
provides his Bulgarian wife and twin daughters 
their needs
their creature comforts
His devotion to his daughters knows no bounds
He finds great joy
bestowing gifts and toys
His wife stubborn
Proud of her Russian roots
Will not compromise or move
It’s difficult to aclimate her to American Mores
Clings to her culture
Her heritage
Her ways
 The twins cement their marriage
One Bulgarian dark hair and eyes
One American light hair and eyes
Their strongest bond
Some glimpses of happiness come to his eyes at times
When he hold his daughters in his arms
It is enough
I hope and pray for more



My youngest sons eyes are kind
The color soft buff feathers of a Turtle Dove
He has found a true love
It makes his heart sing
That love to my heart
joy also brings
That love inspires him to greatness
To live life fully
To dream
I wonder if their love will endure life’s
arrows and slings
 So Far So Good
An adorable child 
A gift of their union to us all
Entertains with her antics
She's a sprite, she springs
I thank God in my prayers
For these wonderful things