¦¦¦ Love, dark animal,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ or clown:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ child in her
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ she is alone
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Brush your heavy fur
Against her, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ being such
No one can look too much.
Tell her ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Nothing can be taken
Which has not been given:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ time is forgiven:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
You are not mistaken
(Blackout of O Love Sweet Animal by Delmore Schwartz)
I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home,
about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome,
about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges,
and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes.
It's a nice, cozy little home,
where every day, I try to write at least one new spanking poem -- oops!
one spanking new poem.
Here, general life is hideous,
All the well-paid jobs tedious,
Robbers determined to loot,
The Robbed determined to shoot.
You’re wasting time as you shout,
The Nice option: To get out!
One cannot beat Miguel’s heat,
Only beat timely retreat:
An idea minds don’t refuse:
The best way to bombs defuse…
Mine really has been daydreams
While trousers burst at their seams;
I used to like her egrets,
Now, with them full of regrets…
In me I see no Captain.
Where did I the rank obtain?
I don’t its hall-marks contain,
“Captain” I shouldn’t retain…
Who thinks his a go-getter
In Miguel his Golgotha
So, fast, I’m coming back home
I hope none has touched my foam
Also my bicycle ‘Chrome’
Of great help when I towns roam.
Used to be able to walk for miles
Now I get out of breath, this is not a smile
Breathing's a strain
A strain on my brain
So no more walking unless it's around my domicile<>
Awakening from a restful night,
I thank God for my humble home,
For His keeping watch as I slept,
And for His morning show of charm.
Enjoying my breakfast with delight,
I feel God’s presence in a brimming cup.
And before I grasp His amazing provision,
All my morning meal has been eaten up.
With joy I sit in safety and comfort
While I mull over visions in my head.
I think of words to express my pleasure
For having a window above my bed.
Clouds overhead sailing thru sunbeams
Are like ships on a sea of blue sky.
Such placid scenes have a calming effect,
When a rare day of strife is nigh.
Everyday I receive God’s daily bread
And wash the dishes happily indeed.
I know my heartaches are rinsed away
And replaced by what I badly need.
God blesses me with gifts every moment.
And every night I sincerely pray.
Though I can never repay His charity,
I thank Him for gifts He sends each day.
C-heer
I-s
N-ow
D-elighting
Y-our
D-omicile
E-ven
T-hough
O-utside
I-t's
T-ruly
O-bscure
Topic: Birthday of Cindy Detoito (May 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I prefer my home and family buttoned down
rather than too wild and disorderly,
disheveled and irrational.
I prefer natural order
and shades of color
and dialects
and economic/political vocations
and sequential rules of nutrition-producing order,
and yet wonder, too.
I have been hurt by too much wild
struggling against my too much gay
internal loss of homophobia,
struggling with We fear and Me anger
about my too-wild sexuality,
might self-recruit toward loving bisexuality,
poly and/or meta-sexuality,
a co-arising ecopolitical co-gravitation
without fear and anger lose/lose boundaries
might open my closed-pen
toward boundless win/win love.
Too wild
these fears and angers scare me,
preferring my home and family
more panentheistically transformed
to integrally button down
our polypathic sacred wild.
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