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Truth by Mother Goose
April 28, 2015
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field of sunflowers
Early years fill with nursery rhymes, stories designed to teach
Suspended between fictional characters dialog is made to preach
Current popular opinion, political outrage hidden between the lines
The villain and the hero match wits whilst the wicked witch opines
These morality plays change very little with the passage of time
Forces of good conquer evil and the story is set to rhyme
When you meet a character who comes straight from Mother Goose
You have discovered archetypal imagery that will help you to deduce
If you are the victim or the hero, the popular victor or the slimy creep
We all have parts to play, ego hiding under shadowy cover of sleep
field of sunflowers
NaPoWriMo 2015
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Spylight
April 24, 2015
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skeleton
Windows of stained glass, gothic arches reaching down from heaven
Contain secret hiding places from which to see the world in procession
Between clouds and stars light years have passed uncounted, forgotten
Pathways of comets, trails of meteors falling to earth, and fools misbegotten
Bright illumination shines through the veils, the curtain, and the hidden door
While multitudes enrolled in rival schools of thought collapse into war
Youth, athletic performance, strength have become the peak obsession,
Playing games is a metaphor when competition is the prize possession
NaPoWriMo 2015
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Keep the Beat
April 23, 2015
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Snapdragon
On stage alone declaring how holy is everything
Drama and grit in bohemian glory, unafraid, uncensored
Blazing through the living backwoods of words, bongos,
Coffeehouse in some village overflowing with reform
Of letters, of institutions, of all the powers who regulate
On fat asses that be in charge of declinations that articulate
Judgements for society not listening, nor daring to perform
Shocking truthful rage behind the masks worn as uniforms
Marching single file, lost in the mass shuffle of minds in thought
Keep the beat, a tribute to those poets who knew not what they taught
NaPoWriMo 2015
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Isolated Incidents
April 21, 2015
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Arcs of time and industry ebb and flow with innovating thrills
Cabinets filled with medicine bottles offering colored pills
Return the reflection with irony and mysterious vague glance
Rusting in the basement of chance, iron predators sing and dance
Post industrial
After thought of swimming in polluted water to the ship of rules
Most of the company parted in haste to avoid the jeering ghouls
Manufactured waste, canyons created by exhausted greedy souls
Sharply cut into the landscape, drill deeper holes, impossible goals
Industrial
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NaPoWriMo 2015
Ode to Corn Tortillas
April 18, 2015
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I began eating large quantities of corn tortillas about 40 years ago and will never stop
My parents drove all over Mexico with the family when I was a teenager
They were great lovers of restaurants, especially in Mazatlán, where we spent summers
We preferred corn to flour tortillas, although we knew nothing about gluten
Chips, enchiladas, tamales, tostadas and endless tacos have made me extremely happy
It is important to pace yourself with corn because the masa expands after it is eaten
tacos de papa
If you have the chance to eat fresh hand made corn tortillas, jump at it
Salsa, the right mix of chiles for the moment, completes the fun flavor fiesta
Buen provecho!
NaPoWriMo 2015
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Destined to Fall
April 14, 2015
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intricate
Water finds the way to flow around and over any obstacle encountered
Vertical drop, narrow banks of rocky cliffs send a river splashing downward
Like the River Rhone flows through the Lake of Geneva, energy remains
The signature of rushing liquid communicating exactly like the rains
Falling from the heavens, moving mountains, shaking boulders free
Direction has not been questioned because every drop is heading to the sea
NaPoWriMo 2015
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Electric Soul
April 12, 2015
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copper
Compressed and coiled to rise with great jubilant recital
Those words never uttered, thoughts buried, smothered, smoldering
Cascades of songs and tributes to romance obscured in shadow
Leaving impressions too faint to be heard or interpreted by strangers
Wound around old wounds and spinning in familiar territory
Grace slowly unwinds the layers of crusades and causes
To reveal a universal storm of color, thunder and lightening
NaPoWriMo 2015
Enjoy the creative work of all kinds of poets during the month of April here. Find new creativity by writing one of your own. It is therapy for the inner you. Everyone has a poet within.
Fate or Fortune
April 11, 2015
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Makers of envy and avarice, green paper creatures
Faces of national heroes serve to guard their values
Internalized between agreements, overexposed features
Images of past betrayal written across the centuries
Imitation freedom, a state of restraint, a wicked teacher
Between imagined fantasy and all too vivid toxic misery
cholla
What kind of advantage is gained by digging deeper?
Is there an alternative to repeating the worst of history?
NaPoWriMo 2015
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Upwardly Mobile
April 9, 2015
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cactus blooming
Bright stars illuminate passages between treachery and glory,
At dawn some of the possibilities scatter across the sky
Others stay hidden beneath the shade of an obvious story
Painted lights on party patios strung between truth and lie
There is danger passing through the desert without insight or guidance
Patrons of progress and development sow dusty seeds of convenience
Remnants of culture, scraps of common purpose shattered in the process
cactus blooming
Heidi’s Haroset
April 5, 2015
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Heidi in the hood
My next door neighbor Heidi is the perfect friend
Back fence border crossing is a frequent event
We share garden cuttings, flowers, seeds, and fruit
We taste each others’ recipes, passing portions of special foods
Each year at Passover I accept her yeast and other puffed up sin
I take it to my house so her great symbolic unleavening can begin
Heidi downtown
I am richly rewarded for turning cookies into nothing
I receive a container of Heidi’s haroset, the mortar of the Seder
Chocolate and cinnamon sugar covered matzoh bites are also my to savor
It is such a deal, believe me, to have my favorite items catered
No sweet red wine or reading all night, I am simply favored
chocolate and cinnamon matzoh
NaPoWriMo 2015
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