“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, June 18, 2017
Monk-ee-See
The Dalai Lama traveled to talk
at the University, and it was good
to hear it was no celebrity.
He spoke of "dialogue"
let me repeat-
He spoke of "dialogue"
Not many of us wonder
or need to know
our full thoughts
The way we treat
Others
could be better-granted
territories are gone-
None go out of their way or think
of crossing invisible lines
Surprised to see none like me-
not unique-just unanimously rejected
for some thoughts of me
I didn't see
coming or going
Not knowing our position
we listen to Others
who guide us to Do Unto Others
as if we knew the same treatment
worked wonders on Others.
Conversely,
speaking drowns out listening,
when we worry about what we will say
when it is our turn
The Dalai Lama was dripping like a wet sponge
in the high humidity here.
He was not yet acclimated to hear
his humid reception,
and the excessive
precipitation of June gloom.
Painting by Peder Balke (1864) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Add ages
Don't let them tell you
You had just one job,
they always expected more.
They say, Just be yourself,
as though given a choice.
Stand up for yourself.
Don't believe enough is ever enough,
it is only enough.
The first bird and the last owl
awake
are equal aviators
afflicted with (chronic) fomo-curious-itosis.
Silver bullets and linings should help save us
before things change anymore.
We have nothing better to do
than keep busy, make haste and donate
to causes
we make no effect on reason
such as why the wherewithall has
deteriorated and became dilapidated into
three-wheeling metallic adages.
Don't ask. Don't listen. Don’t look Back.
Don't do them.
Reason is revived with hind-
sight. You will see later.
The Truth
will set you free
to follow your heart,
to do what you love,
to be mindful,
to forgive and forget
Thyself
and rest in peace
lying down.
Take it.
Your Time
is up.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Echo-interpretation
Few knew
how little we were
hoping to be noticed
Not that
they wanted more
and less to be seen
here
Some found
they never heard
(of) the likes of you
before
Some sought
outside as outcasts
too frigidly
accommodating
Some stayed
in place and inside
by the fire
alit with artistic rage
Not many
more than we
can handle
touching
poetry
without scalding
the tips
And know
none pine
for ringing cedars, pet rocks
or chop words, but quarry
here
for the echo...
Image of painting By Adolf Mosengel (1837-1885) (Dorotheum) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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