Best Possibles Poems
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
Capitalism is the key to how our engine’s stoked.
The rich swap hats and argue that they know what’s best for folk
The corporations buy House and Senate, then they sit back and gloat.
Election laws guarantee the wealthy keep their poke,*
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
We have the vote, they say and so Democracy makes us free
But surely they’ve not bamboozled the likes of you and me.
We know to vote is useless since money’s the only key
Justice takes a back seat to political debaucheries.
Like we believe they're different what do they think we smoke?
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
* Poke - a pouch or bag used by a cowboy
to carry his "possibles" (small personal items).
(Derived from the French word poche, meaning a pocket or bag.)
Also used as cowboy slang for sex.
Terror pure terror
The dog on the other side of the fence
A pit bull
With an attitude
Reminds me of my first wife
She would like to get hold of my leg
And hold on till I bled dry
That’s why I carry a chain
And a pig sticker
For pit bulls and X wives
Man can’t be too safe these days
Got to have your possibles if you know what I mean?
I got nothing against women or dogs
Hell I love them all
But man they can love one minute
And be hell on wheels the next
Can’t live with them; pass the beer nuts
I’m just saying…
Don’t understand them or quantum physics
A good part of the day is night,
In at the beginning, there at the end,
Like another kind of dark called death.
But whenever to our father's house,
Some nighttime crossing in a yellowed light,
To hold yourself against the night, and cry -
I want to cross another cobbled bridge,
To view the other side; and yes, a starlit trip
Upon the deep to islands where I never went.
Just so, a spangled sky of possibles and probables,
To have the stars gleam back - "I told you so".
Then go, and have the moonbeams shed some light
Upon this path I'll call my other walk.
I want to cast a shadow of my future self,
Part then, part now, beginning with an endless end.
I loved you and you never knew
Of my torment, my temptation and fear
What was illusion? What was true?
Oh, the tangled storm of my feelings for you!
Yet, my heart did not belong in your sphere
I grew weak from all the hope I bled
I trod the path of possibles to infinity
But my joy curdled only to pain instead
Until, to seek sweet relief of disbelief, I fled
I had to see, it would never be, for my own serenity.
4/6/18
'Tis said
for to create
One needs the shade
of an oasis,
of quiet solitude,
For to soften
direct sunlight's glare,
Teasing one
into the shadows,
that ambiguity
of possibles.
âge de transition
à l'âge de la transition
ce qu'elle voulait, c'était une manière
à,
elle voulait sortir de l'étreinte de sa mère,
elle voulait sortir de la maison de son père,
elle voulait sortir de sa petite ville très bien entretenue,
elle voulait tout, mais n'avait rien
& afin de singe voit
singe fera,
suivre les traces de la mère,
sauter sur le dos de la proverbiale
moto,
qui a dit mauvais garçon
a été couraient le long de la route et
elle est partie
dans le vide.
disent-ils l'âge de transition
prendre un jeune à l'âge adulte
peut être une pierre d'achoppement,
il peut envoyer l'un dans la violence de masse,
il peut envoyer un dans un mariage forcé,
il peut envoyer l'un dans la dette et
il peut enterrer un des regrets qui tournent sur
commande,
après seulement quelques erreurs faites ---
mais ce n'est jamais parlé de
que l'âge de transition
est l'un des rares fois que les
la liberté est
immédiate,
quand tant de choix sont possibles et
si on peut apprendre beaucoup et acquis,
risques pour la santé très peu impliqués,
comme beaucoup de choses peuvent se faire
sans les soucis que
venir avec l'entropie de
le vieillissement.
My unseen dreamy feelings awakes my dream
where all nourishing beauties hidden in it
I rest for a while in that crystal world
I find what I do deserve the best for me
No disturbances are there no casualties
all escalations are far away from that region I reign
I fly and fly to feel all the inner silent persuasions
One by one I read possibilities and impossibilities
I stare in to the depth of my dream world
I accept the possibles discarding all impossibles
Day by day I wake up with nice inspirations
To go ahead with my real life of reality
"It’s Raining, It’s Pouring"
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring
He bumped his head
And went to bed
And didn’t get up till morning.
Shivers 'me Timbers
truth be told tune's like old
day had grew night he knew
possibles here unfolds.
I'm Popeye the sailor man
fought Brutus a former friend
was sent up the Big House
and fought with a Big Mouth
he ate all hamburgers then ran
I'm Popeye the sailor man
got lost in the jailhouse can
I flushed myself down
I'm the new man in town
I think I'm now in Japan
I'm Popeye the sailor man
lookin for food in this land
asked a theater house
they had a Bigger Mouth
Kabuk got spooked and he ran
I'm Popeye American
at food house saw Kabuk man
before I could get 'im
he ate all the saimin
and then he ran off to San Fran
I'm Popeye American
hungriest man in Japan
got a bowl of seafood
that stood and walked for good
still hungriest man in Japan
I'm Popeye kabuki man
I'm lean like a boogeyman
my muscles turned mussels
mid chopstick smiles--hustled
so quick boards I on sampan
I'm Popeye the kidnapped man
got Shanghai up to Thailand
there I met King Kong
who took me to Hong Kong
to ship's dock fast as I can
we passed the Meridian
we dropped anchor in ocean
as history stood still
herstory went on till
mid BC & AD timespan
the ship I was travelin
I met this young Hawaiian
his grandpa's Maori
and grandma's Tahiti
he called me the comeback kid
home, my yard--friend waterin'
said he changed my Tax Map Key
helped him up he'd told me
he'll fix things be golden
then showed news I'm lost at sea
I'm Popeye invisible
I will change impossible
and I'll be a name-changer
from Popeye the sailor
to Eyes-to-die-for the yachtsman.
there is a place far not from us all
where visions are clearer than shining moon
dreams brighter than rising sun
and hopes surer than breaking dawn
A place where you and I could rise
rise aloft, furthest of the Everest
descend the sea surface into its deepest
and hang between earth and heaven's highest
A place of all possibilities and plausibles
where greatness and glory are grilled with golden glows
poverty and misfortune mingle like searching singles
and mediocrity moulded into mass mess
A place of chameleon dynamics
where positive and negative have firm footing
sublime good and basest evil live and reign
where love consumes and hatred burns with equal passion
A place near us all
a place within a place
a place inside of us all
the place called the human mind
When storm clouds roll in
Raining down on your parade
Just shake it off like a shaggy dog
Don't sit like a frog on a log
Lift your head up high to Mister Storm
Drive him away with your glowing smile.
When the darkness comes rolling in
Cloaking all you see in a hazy fog
Can't see where your going on the path
Let your light be your guide
To get you through the mist.
When your feeling down in the dumps
Got yourself stuck in a slump
I'll be there to pick you
To get you back on your feet.
Keep your chin up, kid
You got so much potential
You got stories to be written
You got a whole life ahead of you
You just gotta keep holding on
Keep your eyes straight ahead.
The world may seem scary
At times life can be unfair
But we can't let despair
Get the best of us.
Keep your spirit strong
Hold your dreams tight
Courage packed in your heart
Eyes glistening with hope.
You got the power
The magic to make miracles
Turn impossibles into possibles
To make the world a better place.
Be the solution
Be the revolution
Be the resolution
Be the evolution.
You'll be the ones
To turn frowns to smiles
In a world full of woes
Your light will make it glow
To bring what was once lost
Back to the surface again.
You'll be the one
To venture forth
Restore the world
A smile at a time.
Hundred million K' away neighbour, Mars
Hovers bolognese smeared brother, ice brick
Fondness for possibles although bizarre
Intoxicate screw loose hair brained psychic
Frog skin glint silk soak, last page of atlas
Frigid rift in regolith terracotta
Ancient alien sustaining chalice
Embalms escargot creatures exotic
Savant submerged in claiming lake, limbs grey
Gnawed on by hordes of sword fish ravenous
Haunting waters, explorer credere
Stores files in his spongy tissue camera
Angora cotton ball goats, horns antennas
Munch dust, dull marbles watch earth untether
Still the twentieth of October
Extra terrestrial Thursday
sherlock holmes thinking
was not sheer luck on his part
it was a program
written to deduce
to rule out all possibles
then what's left is truth
what if nothings left
an algorithm won't help
enter the author's
imagination
and holmes ignorance is named
moriarity
stan sand
The cold calls were upsetting at first,
after a while, I almost wished for the
heavy breathing silence.
It was satisfying to think of someone
on the other end sighing disgustedly
at my own mechanical voice message.
Later I imagine that person, working
a second or third job,
desperate and tired fingers thumbing through
lists of possibles, only to come to rest on
my number, and my scorning disregard.
Of course it’s all probably computer generated
and automated. No actual humanity involved,
except for the scam artists. They have
definitely got the human touch.
Maybe I can get a tele-marketing job?
Most poets have the necessary skills to be
disruptive, intrusive, and convincing,
and I can always wave my conscience
goodbye as I hunt you all down.
The cold calls were upsetting at first,
after a while, I almost wished for the
heavy breathing silence.
It was satisfying to think of someone
on the other end sighing disgustedly
at my own mechanical voice message.
Later I imagined that person, working
a second or third job,
desperate and tired fingers thumbing through
lists of possibles, only to come to rest on
my number, and my scorning disregard.
Of course it’s all probably computer generated
and automated. No actual humanity involved,
except for the scam artists. They have
definitely got the human touch.
Maybe I can get a tele-marketing job?
Most poets have the necessary skills to be
disruptive, intrusive, and convincing,
and I can always wave my conscience
goodbye as I hunt you all down.
If you don't mind I'd like to come and watch you when you play
And think of all the possibles that we could have someday
I wouldn't make it obvious, I'd sit way in the back
And though I'd want to scream for you instead I'd simply clap
A tear may fall but that's because you sing so beautifully
You touch my heart in ways that can't be seen, invisibly
And though I know we might not ever get to be a team
I'll still come to all your shows and I'll still keep the dream