Details |
Johnb Peterson Poem
Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
Colored logarithmically
And perceived equivocally
Expression mere epitaph
Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts
Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth
- Mark Time -
Hermetically sealed
Peddled for a dime
Copyright © Johnb Peterson | Year Posted 2012
|
Details |
Johnb Peterson Poem
Carryin’ a pad, walkin’ along
Rapped in mother’s east sun
The Elcalda’s bell dancin’ an incense memory
On a watery mirrored titillation
Mind paintin’ a peasant
Lime green on brown bench
Blacklegged
A bag of burnt red
Lawn sprinkler pantin’
The beat
Over left shoulder
He sits
Isolated
Center of three unknown brothers
In still homage to their caste
Burst
A rippling of children
Cascades to pool’s brim
Form clusters of clicks
Bands
Friends and paddy cake
Loners’ hangout
Make one line
Ebb away
Teachers command order
Gum swallowed
They dissolve in the mouth
Of a science center
Jog passin’ grandfather
Questions
Recordin’ the scene
(In thick Yiddish accent)
“Taking Inventory?”
Establishes a reason for being
Copyright © Johnb Peterson | Year Posted 2012
|
Details |
Johnb Peterson Poem
Met the squint-eyed oracle
Puttin' down the trowel
To the new Delphi
'Cause his tongue got stuck
On circumstance
Claimed was struck
Epileptic-ally divine
On a highway back in Illinois
And just grazed the viaduct
If only a priestess with shorthand
Would live in a camper in Mazatlan
He'd write the link 'tween Jefferson's dream
And Lincoln's
Quite willin' to play first chair messiah
To a new civilization
Provided we're all in the audience
Did a stand-up routine
Two epics long
Of daring do over Burma
Time done in institutions
Told of a dozen psychotics saved
By what's called his
"Radiated Presence"
Each broken reflection's of self
Wondered off wavin'
It's time for lunch
Copyright © Johnb Peterson | Year Posted 2012
|
Details |
Johnb Peterson Poem
Black who I be
Carrion my feed
Common is my flight
Hidin’ - still -
Back of my fellow
Raven’s roost
I’ll steal away your pain
If you’ll but allow me
Simple
‘Cause it’s also mine
All yea got to do
Is choose
Known your secrets
Can’t hide ’m from me
Does that make me
Your enemy?
Black
Who I be
Carryin’ away your heart on wing
Chargin’ your spirit’s battery
Requires your permit
Yea, black…who I be
Snatchin’ opportunity
Findin’ where they be
Known possibility
‘Cause Black that’s who I be!
Black’s in all souls
Don’t mean you ain’t got one
Black is who we be
Magpie’s make good company
Especially for tea
Especially
For tea!
Copyright © Johnb Peterson | Year Posted 2012
|