Forms Poems

In "On Fire"
Naomi Klein reminds us
win/lose capitalism invites a collective action vacuum
and abhors restrictions on money-accumulating freedom,

But Earth,
a healthy global climate,
healthy ecosystems
invite regenerative win/win climax
of cooperatively nurturing health systems
and abhor inhumane definitions of "wealth"
as privately-held and autonomously sequestered currency
energy
natural resources
human...Read More

                             The pickle is not exactly a vitamin bomb

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Married life was easy and I dearly loved my wife
We thought about the next step we would take
She brought up having children, and adding to our life
We never thought could be a huge mistake :)

The sickness started early, no meal...Read More

Our tale began four days ago ---- large quantities of H20
  Were heated by warm solar rays to start evaporation’s phase
Three days ago each molecule forms condensation as clouds cool
        Two days...Read More

We've all been waiting for the dawn
Like its all we ever could
Think of it now
Its all written down 
Left to night served them right
Till the end leaked out again
You stood there in an empty square
Looking for a friend
The solemn light...Read More

Bobblebobleautopus
family friend of the platypus 
with mini feet tiny petite 
his costume’s fit for trick-or-treat

one foot tall fat overall 
taking all day crawling to haul
seemingly strange 
he roams his range estranged 

brown round with bill profound 
elliptical eyes see around
envelop...Read More

The greatest mystery
In the world to me
Is the universe
It's open range
Filled with dancing lights
Shooting back and forth
Lifeless planets that
Forms a line
Making you wonder
If there's life on
Each one of them
You can feel the strong
Magnetic field that
Pulls you in
Making you feel ...Read More

?As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure whatever spark remains in t iny rosebud coloured cheeks before their prime.
Those...Read More

The stubborn digging in of my heels
into the flesh of life’s relationships.
An inability to release last night’s dreams.
Firm resolution, 
commitment that blinds me to distraction,
and clarifies the truth.
Here I stand, it is where I belong.

This is a dangerous place;
filled with...Read More

Where everything stays is not always true 
Where everything goes is beyond comprehension ;

The paths are infinite ,  but choices are not 
If you seek the edge you seek what doesn’t exist 
You cannot find the doors , ...Read More

A frozen cavalcade
Silent gardens wait
Sure relief, a softer gait

Rushing forward into life
All forms replicate delight
For longer day and shorter night

While shadows draw a longer form
The plight of all – survival wanes 
As winter stops the band again...Read More

Like the reprint of heaven by Gods own mercy,
I’m still in this moment, briefly stolen by these mint chimes,
Ever so silk and supple as remarked by these ears. 

Forgive my drag back, back to mature rum. 
When I hear current...Read More

“There’s nothing like a rhythmic rhyme,”
the poet says, her pencils set
to trace the curves of paradigm
and cross the t’s of etiquette.

She reads to feel the zeitgeist rise.
“There’s nothing like a rhythmic rhyme
in any of these books!” she cries.
The rules are...Read More

I see and hear a great overlap between
left-brain dominant education,
straight white male privileged political power,
and capitalist win/lose 
Elite ballistic gamesmanship.

But, as importantly,
what do you hear
see
feel
believe about ingredients for healthy democracy
and for degenerative
fading public health
and competitive uncivil miseducation?

I have been listening,
sometimes...Read More

Monarchs be gone. I have blue butterflies now.
They listen to my heart and deliver before I ask.
They mirror my feelings and my thoughts
Improving my attitude at every turn
I am not smug, merely reflecting facts
As they appear to me in blue...Read More

The world is noisy
Opinions and judgments
My truth is drowned out inside me

The world is bossy
Conditions and commandments
My will is overlooked inside me

The world is cosy
Stages and ambience
My comfort is disregarded inside me

The world is nosey
Forms and surveillance
My profile is misrepresented...Read More

When I dream, which is very often, 
I'm flying into space with my thoughts: 
...Add a contrast color there… 
...Ah, it is a pity not the citizenship… 
...Start a career as a science fiction writer?.. 
...Hmm, the room is not...Read More

Thoughts of a “Mid-Dot : (•)”

A couple of centuries back, I was recognized,
marked as mid-dot ; all were mesmerized.
I was most required for all. I was utilized
in literature extensively. But they improvised;

Resulting efforts made me redundant
The authors were reluctant
To use...Read More

January Joy Moon
moon steams with snowflakes 
her feather heart falls freely 
opal dusk dances

February Flower Moon
moon buds through soft sky
petals promise pearly prose
leaves linger in light

March Magical Moon
moon mist twists timeless 
spring sprinkles spiral rebirth
jade ocean forests

April Awaken Moon
moon masks...Read More

The cadavers of Solomon’s time wander the promise land,
Once thriving and green; now covered up in sand.
Their souls are blacker than a starless night;
Empty husks stumbling in search of the light.
They search for the waters that have long since dried.
Their...Read More

She whispered in my ear of neon lights, my mother,
life long actress,
waning star in sick bay,
zany bird nest hairstyle on display,
lock and tress erect,
skin-fold ripple eggshell pallor,
mothball end play flutter from the wings.
The voice that once enthralled a thousand hearts...Read More

‘We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are’
                           ...Read More

Are those tears of sorrow or pure wrath,
God’s anger at mankind
Put on earth to tread his path,
Just to see us stumbling blind.

Little knowing, quite uncaring
Of our world so full of life,
Wanton damage truly glaring,
Callous actions clearly rife.

Have we suddenly forgotten,
Is...Read More

In the whisper of a moonlight stream I heard her sigh or so I thought, 
in the rustle of a mottled deer in oak pine forests I heard her weep or thought I did,
or maybe laugh when flitting brightly over...Read More

Drowning in a sea of dark hoodies and unbrushed hair,
My mind turns dark, a cloud forms and haunts me,
Two sides of my brain desperate to escape my embodiment of sadness,
The bird in the cage known as my mind just wants...Read More