1066
Sad day on Senlac Hill.
King Harald takes an arrow
Through his royal eye.
And that Norman bastard,
Duke William, steals his crown.
Though it’s embroidery,
Not tapestry, tells the tale,
He finds himself the king of all he sees.
1297
Lord Warden of the March.
His bones well-sheathed
In tightly leathered muscle,
He guards the Western shore,
Ensconced in Carlisle Castle,
And stalks the reavers’ trail
Through Cumbria.
He finds himself the king of all he sees.
1922
Mud-larking on the Thames.
A muck rake in the hands
Of a common man,
Canvassing the northern bank
‘neath the trestle near
Cannon Street Station,
Searching for everyday treasures.
He finds himself the king of all he sees.
Dance
Yet we didn't fall off
The earth still spherical
Killing me with magic
Vibes to show you off
Should you be cynical
It's allergic
A move always lasts too
Allow it to flow through your blood
The reverberation supersedes the soul
Step one,step two
And you are lost to the flood
In soul
The stars can't keep a steady watch
The ground can't hold your feet
The moon can't take your breath
It's easier if you can match
As sweet as beet
Like dance for soul-health.
Progression Digression
We forge ahead little by little
We accelerate the moderninities of life
We call it progress...
but what are we progressing towards?
to do what is right?
to an easier life?
for those yet unborn?
We invent new ideas for advancement
We make everything we already have better
We call it progress...
but what are we progressing towards?
to faster phones and computer chips?
to robotics replacing our existence?
for more weapons galore?
We are removing the human out of humanity
We are building our own demise
We call it progress...
Our progression to die...
The rez
the years
Where is she and
what happened to her?
I agree she is not Lumbee
the bastards have been defeated
Russian melodies are
haunting
The USSR has
faded into dust
The menorah lights
shine as usual
but tiimes have
certainly changed
As Tolkien pointed
out (paraphrasing) there
is a "new power"
rising in the world"
America is
changing
A. Ginsberg - a latter day
prophet
Spoke of
"The Fall of America"
perhaps he
was correct
We Americans may be living on borrowed
time
The time of change has certainly
arrived
Peace - poet brothers and sisters
Just a pinpoint of
light
in the darkness
only a gust of wind
We pass green
meadows
and taste the
cool waters
of the river
of life
Yet the ground
is slipping
away
beneath our feet
a touch
of serendipity
then the book
closes
Let's take joy
while we can
the moon is
bright tonight
so we can
read the faces we
see
learn that we're
not alone
we're all riders
on a train to
nowhere
so breathe
deeply
of the perfumed
air
and let fear fly
out
an open window
let the sound
a heart beating
be your guide
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