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pink jersey : traditional pirouette

[Poet’s Note : this is a wry autobiographical memory written in traditional pirouette verse viz. 2 quintains, line 5 & 6 repeat, which is the toe turnaround. I wanted to write a narrative of a weird syncopated vignette, when I was knitting a pink mohair jersey at the time of my imprisonment. I reduced the narrative to a pirouette. When in prison, one of my interrogators was knitting the EXACT jersey in the exact colour & exact wool ! ie. in the final analysis, all in human life can be reduced to a pirouette, a turn-around dance. ]


knitting a pink jersey
mohair with cables fine
to process flying thoughts
political activist 
south africa turmoiled

south africa turmoiled
security police
came with casspirs and cuffs
interrogation chamber
police knit jersey pink

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Jumper Cables

Jumper Cables 
Need a jolt 
Be inspired 
Dig deep 
With no complaining 
Past the test 
Get ready for a new door 
Journey endeavor 
Stay focused 
With high hopes 
Dream big 
Be open minded 
Reach for your goals 
Need more coffee on the go 
Double shot of expresso 
Be a game changer 
Go beyond the naysayers 
You owe it to yourself 
Another uplifting letter 
Stand on the promise 
Move mountains 
Need a break-through 
Be a peace maker 
Encourage others 
Molded into the new you 
Carry the weight of others 
Better to give then to receive 
Be the bigger person 
Need jumper cables to get things done

When The Penny Dropped

Silence stretched as the elevator
stalled between floors.
I heard the cables clang and groan;
the gears grind and moan.

Then the penny dropped —
Switches flipped, engines roared.
Lights woke up and trembled.
Eyes blinked open as 
understanding burst into bloom 
Gravity had claimed its coin!

All that waiting.
All that focus on waiting, pending, 
for a penny to deliver its message 
seems so absurd. 
But what falls slowly, lands deeply, 
and truth must wait for doubt to fade, 
Watching a penny roll on its side,
taking its time to stop and topple,
is how gravity works on pennies.

On the Body's Decision to Become a Freight Elevator

I didn't fill out any paperwork.
There was no memo, no consent form.
Just a nameless morning when the mirror refused
to acknowledge anything above my collarbone. 

After that, people entered me carrying grief
in cardboard boxes. Pressed buttons
for floors that didn't exist. 

A man from 4D requested the roof, 
as if it were still an option. 
On Thursday, a child in a yellow parka 
whispered a song
I recognized from my sleep paralysis years. 
It all arrived sticky and wrong
though I tried to hum along, 
my cables winced. 

By Sunday I was hosting more 
than traffic. Something moved
inside the machinery, something
older than ballast or balance,
and it wouldn't stop licking the grease
from its own teeth. 

It told me to smile more. 
I jammed the doors.

hummingbird—
someone's mouth
in my throat

Dig What I Say

Say, dig what I say
Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/
Man, move over/
the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/
Eddie Henderson/
Cecil McBee/
George Cables,Billy Hart
and Billy Harper/
swingin’ harder jazz be flying/
downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/
their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/
David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their amps/
burnin’ the house down/
with the jazz club scene in decline/
and record labels cuttin’ back on jazz/
the jazz Cookers have to stay alive and relevant in a jazz-changing world/
so dig, be cool struttin’ as Sonny Clark would say/
you might not always get a payday but you love to play/
the Cookers boss horns are  on fire/
hip tones blowin' from the stage/bro, this is the jazz life you chose and after a gig, you might be all alone/
so be in the moment and improvise on your jazz note phrasing/
you’ll find the rhythm and meaning knowing you can play the same note gig after gig night after night/
but different every time/
are you hip to the Cookers?/
they will have you finger poppin’ and  blowin' your mind/
wahoo that’s a whole lotta jazz

The Magic of Cyberspace Lines

I have friends I’ve never seen before 
At least not face to face.
I speak with them with ones and zeros 
In a world called cyberspace.
Through the magic of the microchips
At the speed of light they say,
Speaking in code that somehow flows
In electrons all the way.
From one mind and soul to another 
Poetic friend somewhere,
All around this big wide world
With countless thoughts we share.
Reading and rhyming like walking and climbing,
Or enjoying the morning dew,
With keypad strikes we love to write 
Like dreams that all come true.
Through cables and wires that carry our desires
To share what’s on our minds,
And greet one another like sisters and brothers 
From other mothers, you’ll always find…
We’re always musing, thinking and choosing
The best verbs and nouns to say,
Good morning, good evening, good everything
To my poetic friends today.
If you’re lacking focus or purpose, therefore, 
Don’t hesitate to find,
My poetic friends out buzzing again
Through the magic of cyberspace lines.

Modern Lumberjack Sonnet

Clad in Kevlar on some forest land leased,
big saw in his hand, engine idling,
gets put to the tree and shatters the peace,
works it just right, and the tree is falling.
Adjusts his visor, then lops off the limbs,
the yarder comes down, cables cinch up tight,
makes sure it is a good distance from him,
then yanks the logs up as if they’re in flight.
A claw grabs them there, loads them in the truck,
down rough road it trundles with its cargo,
off to the mill, so they can make a buck,
on to the next tree the lumberjack goes,
knows if he screws up there’s a chance he dies,
the risk you take working the mountainside.

I Miss My Childhood Home

 
"Home is the story of who we are, 
and a collection of all we love."

                                         Wall Decoration Art 


I miss the beautiful old home of my childhood ~
an elegant Victorian,
built in a beloved neighborhood,
of quiet streets shaded by ancient weeping trees,
where I played with my friend Louise,
and made up wild stories of make believe
      that in time became poems to share.

How I love the many lovely stained glass windows ~
the cables and pillars,
the winding staircase going up,
          to my attic room,
my room overlooking mom's garden.
I can still see all my dolls,
sitting on the bed,
all my teddy bears waiting for me,
    it was a pretty room.

Did I hear a meow in this hazy dream I am having ~
that must be Snowball kitty cat,
she often slept in the closet.
          I remember the kitchen smells,
grandma baking pies and cookies,
mom making a roast for supper,
and dad working in his workshop.
It was a time of peace and tranquility,
             a place I miss so much.

Mr Norse a Gloomy Goober

The woman of the day cables brought us a decorated egg
I would have rather had some ale, in a sturdy looking keg
Our crocodile-like creature wanted to taste the egg of course.
The blue bird of happiness was irritated, we call him Mr. Norse.

A dragon with a striped tummy showed up carrying a sign.
Everyone stand down, the woman yelled, that dragon is all mine.
We had no idea what happened to him, but she was all upset.
Mr. Norse who is a gloomy goober said “she will eat him, I do bet.”

mr norse a gloomy goober

The woman of the day cables brought us a decorated egg
I would have rather had some ale, in a sturdy looking keg
Our crocodile-like creature wanted to taste the egg of course.
The blue bird of happiness was irritated, we call him Mr. Norse.

A dragon with a striped tummy showed up carrying a sign.
Everyone stand down, the woman yelled, that dragon is all mine.
We had no idea what happened to him, but she was all upset.
Mr. Norse who is a gloomy goober said “she will eat him, I do bet.”

Guess What ? I Have Internet !

I am a mouse and I can hide most anywhere 
behind your walls I sleep and snore 
like a little squiggly tot without a care 
I am a mouse and I don't care who knows it

I am a mouse who loves to nest and burrow 
inside a cluttered house quite often ignored  
like the fluffy dust settled beneath your table 
I am a mouse with a passion for cables    

I am a mouse with a slightly pointed nose
often I avoid your traps and poisoned bait   
eating most anything you leave behind  
I am a mouse and I live like a Sovereign King 

inside your basement, behind the cabinet, I found 
an old cel phone and guess what?... I got internet !

Hospital Life

Life in hospital wards,
with blue drapes, white washed floors,
grey assets, wheeled tables.
Corn-beef hash, carrot mash,
day-pay TV cables.

Life in hospital wards,
spiked fevers, cooling aids,
pee cups, samples of stool.
Loose laced gowns, ECGs,
stagnant air, stubborn drool.

Life in hospital wards,
monitoring alarms,
timely medical rounds.
A poke, a prod, a look,
constant buzzers and sounds.

Life in hospital wards,
all day bed, in shared bays.
No warm blankets - quite cold,
snuggled in all one brought.
Alone, no hand to hold.



02.26.2024

Intelligence unveiled

In a world of wires, cables and geeks,
a woman sauntered, looking quite unique
with circuits of wit and bytes of charm
mistaken for Ai
what a cause for alarm!

I was the lady, I had to laugh
sure I am smart and intelligent too
a computer I am not, as I sit on the loo
I still need to eat, sleep and also....
poo poo

In a world of silicon, I have plenty to show
so its not my brains that dazzle and glow 
my logics expansive, your hard disks they pale
I am not a machine, but intellect unveiled
I'm a blonde, you see, now what's your tale?

Winter Funeral

cold winter day
graveside service
jumper cables

Forgive And Doves

My faith blooms of a cherish for our Forgiver,
and forgiveness isn't, "I'll forgive you,
if you'll forgive me,"
it's a symphony of lilacs in the springtime 
fields,
a song from the wren's delicate heart,
it's when you awaken after a bitter night
of anger melted into tiredness.
Moments of grief turned to lavender
scented pillows lulling you into a
resplendent dream.
Forgiveness is of white doves ascending
to Heaven's purest love,
carrying whispers of the world praying,
as little workers in your mind build a bridge
of golden cables of peace forged by God,
whether those you've forgiven have a
reunion with you or not. ~

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