Tag: poet

Let’s Go

Today is a great day for jelly beans and chocolate but it’s not Easter no it’s not so do you want to go to Australia let’s do that let’s go on a journey let’s take a trip let’s meet for lunch why don’t we sip a smoothie yea that sounds good I’m in favor of an end to the controversy what do you think that’s true

C’mon

Stop plop you’re behind on the couch don’t slouch it’s not that bad we should get together occasionally so that we don’t lose touch we can be splendid actually let’s run and play hold my hand and get on the see-saw for a round of putt putt golf do you sense the strangeness in the philosophy tower train up a cat and show him the way he should grow so that the banana peel falls on the floor that’s the end of my sad story

Where Are You?

Where are you can I come there let’s come back together and sing a song of joy for all to hear I remember the good times we spent in each other’s company it was a happy time except when we would argue and fight but that is all behind us now I want to be your friend and we can talk about the craziness of life and all the crazy people in it.

Shining Dots

Lock that clock that shining dot so square you scared no not me thankfully so what do you think tape that mighty in a talking rap wait no play yes stay I don’t stare yes you do okay I lied I do squeeze the Charmin if you please my teeth are greasy no I’m not a pilot come closer yes meat and cheese and butter and cream and lots of milk to drink tasty yep

We Are One

I waited for you

On top of the mountain,

But you didn’t show.

I went down

Into the valley,

But I didn’t see you there.

I sailed on the ocean,

Hoping to catch

A glimpse of you at sunrise,

But I was disappointed.

I prayed to you

To appear to me,

And I looked at my reflection

In a pool of water.

It was then that I realized–

You were always with me,

For you are a part of me.

We can never be separated,

You and I.

We are One.

Stranger

Empty scarce dry barren lonely alienated cold rude mean arrogant cruel torture suffocating filth crowded busy lost grey darkness meaninglessness struggle suffering pulled pushed overwhelmed yelling scared hit slapped shoved whipped raped lynched starved separated poisonous afraid insults demeaning belittle silenced stealing stranger

Zeal

Circus pageant realm circumcision balance oil palace river highway flower truck gutter helium grass knob knife cat sinking booth buttress vision belief zoom beef spatula use rush delight furnace slot binary angel cross long real switch nerves king strike wall beam inherit dollar wean axe wheat circle am watch ear heap slick beer all speeding um finish ruse reefer mallet prevent cooler values refer crushed yawn plea very zeal

In the Presence of Everything

Are you the hand

That I shake in the pew,

Or on my way out the door,

To the parking lot?

…

Are you the presence,

In the plate and cup,

Upon the altar,

That is given for me to consume?

…

Are you the dirty, scarred face,

Of an abused, homeless woman,

Begging on the street,

Around the corner from the grocery store?

…

Are you the gentle face and eager voice

Of the elderly man

Who comes to my front door,

Struggling to use an iPad to show a video?

…

Are you the pastor at the soup kitchen,

Who tells me the administrative position

I’m interviewing for requires someone

Who can shmooze with the volunteers?

…

Are you the book with all the stories

Spoken a long, long time ago,

Written a long time ago,

For people who lived a long time ago?

…

If so, I’m wondering:

What is your name? Who am I

In relation to you?

Why do you appear differently to all?

…

I’d like to pin you down,

Put your number and your address

In my contact list.

I’d like to feel you.

…

I know that’s not how you operate,

If you did, you wouldn’t be God,

Or would you?

Sometimes I wonder.