Herded Poems

Seasons-Footle Haibuns

Autumn

Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.

Leaves bold
Wise, old

Winter

Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.

Lets go
New show

Spring

New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.

Face crib
Ad lib

Summer

Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.

Emotes
Devotes

Thanksgiving

Twilight curls her lips shyly this foggy morning

Gone is the twinkling of her pearly white spring

Gone are the greedy songbirds herded away

Their perches now bare of whim and whimsy

Cherish your larder as does the ant who dances

Welcome warmheartedly all of Gravity's prances

He has furies of voids to fill, each moment anew

For the seeds that pull through with you, renew

Super Soupers

Super Souper 9-16-24
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Super Souper

Super Soupers wrangle rhymes
 into verses quite sublime
Taming wild-eyed metaphors
 into iambic strophes galore
Lassoing doggy ironies
 with clever lines, entendre ease
Galloping alliterations
 corralled by personifications
Silencing cacophony
 with gentle mooing euphony
Bucking wild imagery
 herded into symmetry
Stampeding loco thin illusions
 bulldogged into chutes of allusions
Bad hoss herds of assonance
 saddled for a dressage dance
Bucking broncos hyperbole
 Juxtaposed by analogy
Anaphoras on loco weed
 settle into quatrain reads
Super Soupers let words rip
 in rodeos of craftmanship.

Family

From the day we’re born we’re in the club
Consuming yet eerily beautiful
A club that commands no fee
Where its expected for us to be dutiful
We appear the same in little ways
Yet are different in our own minds
A connection so strong and solid
With no escape one often finds
Cause this is the club called family
Of parents, sisters and brotherhood
All herded up like cows in a field
Bonded by bone and blood
Occasionally theres break in the chain
Where speaking becomes a chore
And while we avoid and keep our distance
Our love just burns forever more
No one really forgets each another
The heart just decides it’s hiding away
Until that moment along the road
Where it’s ready to come back and stay
This is because we’re family
Created from the same mould
Push and hurt anyone of us
And our fight will be big and bold
We all know where our bread is buttered
It’s the lessons we’ve learned together
From our first cuddle to our first row
We will always look after one another

Trojanesque

After nearly a year
Hamas released four October 7th hostages. 
Unfortunately, they're all deceased
tossed away, like ballast, from a sinking beast.

Will they be mentioned at the DNC
will they be remembered by anybody.
Does any still remember October 7th 
September 11th
the ghettos of Warsaw
or the ovens of Eichman

We have forgotten!

Trojanesque horses have entered through the globalist gate
purely in the name of a new world disorder of calamity. 
The elitist ribbon and perfume it as tolerance and diversity.
{Diversity only works when hate is taken out of the equation.
tolerance is feasible but only in the wake of a common vision.}
However, a large number of participants are cross-eyed or blinded.

There is an unhealthy growing tolerance for terror
but little empathy for the innocent and the common man.
The people have turned into sheep too frightened to speak
Herded by their master's into endless shadows
from which they'll not reemerge from their sleep.

We have forgotten but we'll soon be reminded...
by a maelstrom of mayhem and violence.

Opinionated Correctness

The majority see normality in their conformity of reality 
think the minority less ordinary living independently of society 
so the predominantly found commonality to follow the herd unquestionably 
as those unobjectionably herded sheep live undeveloped intellectually 
for the safety to be safely integrated with humanity 
in a delusional state of superiority to protect their sensitivity 
but to truly go where you please is a sign of your integrity 
when you choose to have your own views and be standing for them separately 
risk the social repercussions which return your way indefinitely 
when you learn that they lack concern as they have no way of thinking free 
the cursing gift that you live with that doesn’t need authority 
or popularity through obscurity avoiding any form of scrutiny 
knowing social approval’s only useful if you want anonymity

Employing the Wind

Employing the Wind

The red-tailed hawk sails across
the backdrop of the April blue sky
Employing the wind as he defies gravity
with the gesture of his tail and ease of his conscience
His great wings reaching out for abundance
as he scans the ocean of green grass below
with its occasional island of trees
herded together many seasons ago 
from the might of the farmer’s plow
The field mouse scurries across the pasture
circumventing the patchwork of cow patties.  
Employing the wind as he gages his path 
with the twitch of his nose and the whip of his tail
His tiny soundless feet carrying him into the abyss
With nothing to assure him but his own intentions.

Demons and the Devil

Short and sweet, Brandon
   I see you have your 'game on'
     'Don't demonize the rioters,' you say
     Well, why should we bother 
  When YOU, sir, are the DEVIL ~ all of Chicago pays 



  __________________________________________
  'Teen Takeover' of Downtown Chicago Saturday night
  (April 16), resulted in two people shot, dozens injured,
   and widespread property damage. Visitors to Chicago 
   had to be herded back to their hotels.  And what does 
   Brandon Johnson, the 'Mayor-Elect,' choose to say? 
   'Do not demonize those who took part in the violence 
   and mayhem...' How about a blanket condemnation of
   these criminal youth, chump?! Don't you realize they're
   testing you, and you just flunked the first test?!

Blasphemer's Lament

why do so many humans elect to be tended and herded like sheep?

should path to salvation require forfeiting self-determination?

long have golden trim and precious jewels reigned at altars of worship

why do such all powerful gods require so many interpreters?

does enlightenment entail shedding logic and credibility?

nothing's holy about misogyny, bigotry and genocide

what type of belief system relies on second-hand information?

when did blatant hypocrisy and greed become a religious creed?

why do self-proclaimed, loving benefactors require blind allegiance?

accept these articles of faith which are beyond any criticism

should a fixed object of belief be based upon mere speculation?

doesn't require a divine being to do right by humanity

shall continue to choose to believe in that which consciousness reveals

A Better Country

Why on earth
would I subject myself
to cramped planes
and ridiculous prices
to travel the world
a tourist
herded like cattle
to sample the fake and the facade?

On that day
when we are raised
will we not be privy to 
a new heaven and a new earth
perfect in every way
and possessed of all of eternity
to explore?

My little corner of the world
humble though it may be
surely possesses more marvels
designed by my Creator
than I can ever get enough of
in this life.

Indeed, I do long for a better country
but that is for a future time.
I find the boundary lines
that have been placed for me
in the here and now
exceedingly pleasant 
and I am content to wait
to see the world made new.

Bitter Tears

I’m a modern Native American 
Recalling with pride
Our mighty Indian Nations
Before the attempted Genocide.
The tide of invaders that
Washed across these lands
With conquest in their hearts
And guns in their hands.
They said we were savages
They just didn’t understand
We lived in harmony with nature
Loved and respected our land.

They came to our campfires
Took the Pipe of Peace to smoke
Gave us their worthless treaties
Which they just as casually broke..
They killed us with their weapons 
Gave us their strange diseases
Gave our warriors firewater 
Behaved just as they pleased,
Then they took the remnants
Of our once proud nations
And herded them to the misery of 
The confines of the reservations.

Thinking of the degradation 
Of those many wasted years,
Thinking of the shame, 
The millions of unshed tears.
Somehow we few survived 
Against all the many odds 
Perhaps blessed by Manitou
Our life force God of all Gods. 
I’m a modern Native American
And we’re regaining our pride 
Proud of those once mighty nations
Before the attempted Genocide.

Benjamin Buffalo

Benjamin Buffalo came on my tele show
For he had written a book
The world’s oldest Buffalo with tales of long ago
Gave a retrospective look

I asked Benji Buffalo, here’s what I’d like to know
Did you know Buffalo Bill
He said let the record show that I’m a Buffalo
Listen to this if you will

Bill was a nice ’en but he herded Bison
His rope never wrapped around me
For Bison were smaller, us Buffalo, taller
But each of us need to roam free

On one lucky pass he slapped me on my ass
He did have a very warm hand
Back then I was thicker but not a lot quicker
It turns out I’m sporting his brand

Stole Sweater Which Would Upset Her

when she saw letter
said someone stole her sweater
which would upset her
 
to control sanity
God herded up humanity
cleaned cluttered vanity

for better or worse
God did put poems in my purse
helped me write this verse

God helped bare the strain
put many poems in my brain
some were found in Spain

God has been my friend
message to me He did send
save from sin intend

God was a recorder
must build a better border
accepted His order

never anointed
by God a priest appointed
was double jointed

God went room to room
Swept out each one with His broom
made us bride and groom

One Thing In Common

Weary travelers weave through silent
Passageways like cattle herded to market
Masked faces, eyes shifting anxiously,
Everyone wanting to be somewhere else.


written June 8, 2021

The Clarity of Insanity

Insanity is the clarity we all refuse to need
It's a fortress
Unbreakable
Impenetrable
Unfathomable
It's called sanity

We are told to think outside of the box
Our mind is herded 
Controlled
If only we knew what treasures the box could hold
We were never in the box
The fortress

Sanity
Our freedom to think
Misguided 
towards mental slavery

If you are in
Sanity
In 
San
In the spiritual plain where your mind is truly free
And the pain of crazy is only in your mind

Even the smartest
And the best dressed
Can detest
How their mind is obsessed
With the singular opinions of the world

Why hate the insane when you are out of sanity’s gift
Why does Sane sound like a saint?
If i am insane
Am I in saint?
The saint?
In the state of mind where i can completely open up to the world

The woke awaken their third eye
But their 4th, 9th and 11th will remain blind

Let the pain of crazy cleans you
While some may call you coocoo
Insanity shows you what you do do
And directs you on what you should do

Break into insanity
Because thinking “outside the box”
Only gifts you vanity
Embrace the kiss of crazy
And dive into the world of insanity.

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