Here Poems

complacency brought us here

for-A Draconian State Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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out into the midnight hour i was trudged-
silent eyes watched as i was bludged-
as i sat bloody and bruised-
i listen to what i was accused.

every week a new rule they would create-
with our freedoms removed there was no debate.
i was angry that a government could dictate-
so here iam

There's a Lotto Losers Here

During the COVID lockdown,
"Yours Truly" became "Spend Cast"
All those stimulus checks...Gone!
Now, just figments of the past.

I bought way too many Sox,
I bought way too many Shoes
I bought way too many T-shirts 
I think I caught "Consumer Blues!"

Bought a lot of funny Hoodies,
And bought "Six" Damascus Knives!
Bought Boxers by the dozen,
Oh, how would my funds survive?

If

Lucky To Live Here

I reside in a commune of exconvicts,
Lucky I was never convicted.
I reside in a hallway of rooms of addicts,
Lucky to live here unrestricted.

I like to swim, but how'd I get here?

For replacement election maps
Texas jumps when Don’s finger snaps
If he keeps control
Trump’s gold toilet bowl
Is where we'll all swim when he craps

Always Be Here

On a warm sunny day
I let the dog out of the house
He wants to jump and play
He gets mud on my blouse

The warmth of the sun
I throw my dog’s toy
I try to have fun
I try to find the joy

I take in the view
I sit by the tree 
He senses my mood
He walks up to me

“I’m

here now reborn

ignorance the cause, delusion the result
with ego in control, spewing imaginary fears
we fell down a bottomless abyss of dread
suffering pangs of slow strangulation
we had nothing to show for life lived thus far
as we helplessly watched organic form decay

pausing flow of thought, shifting into the void
we asked the existential question, ‘who am I?’
whereupon divine magnetism rose

Here You Are, Once More

Clear water serenely waves 
                towards the shore 
In your hands you hold a book 
                filled with Mystical secrets 
and as the sun goes

Crocodiles do not swim here

Crocodiles do not swim here,
at least the ones who read.
But as for the illiterate,
they mostly come to feed.

HERE IN THE NOURISHING BOWL THEREOF

HERE IN THE NOURISHING BOWL THEREOF

Here I am, bowled
And immersed 
In the warmth 
And awareness
Of peace, love,
And supreme wisdom:-

Not only am I a receiver
But I'm also an ingredient
Of this nourishing bowl
Seasoned with its scented
Appetizing cravings thereof:

How blessed and inspiring
It is to be in the onderful
Oneness and onement
Of this nourishing bowl
Of Supreme Poetry Soup:-

May the entire

Not here, not there

Everything

already is

immediately

not here

nor there~~



A

dog bark 

seems to break

the silence

also the cricket~

and the silence is

nothing broken~~



Search is

the initiation of all

apparent movement

a never-ending story~~



Unowned

thoughts are

plentiful

and seem to

cover the gamut:

rock-solid beliefs

spiritual soarings

awakenings

I and me and

well~

owning a thought~



Thoughts

of nothing

are immediately

gone~~

The Earth Is Just One Prison

At first we hid in our human shells,
Frail lanterns flickering in the dark,
A few still slipped through unseen doors,
Wings beating toward a brighter mark.

But soon the skies were sealed with stone,
The stars withdrew their silver keys,
We found ourselves confined to earth,
Like birds in branches without leaves.

Mars once bloomed with rivers clear,
Venus sang in a golden

Where do we go from here?

I won't lie to you to fake emotions I might feel
and tell you things you want to hear

In this give-and-take, no lie, that feels 
lobsided and askew, sometimes like a tug of war

Breathlessly waiting, life in limbo
one toe in the water overly cautious
holding back ~

Stuck behind yield signs and stop signs
the occasional yellow lights
foot on

For Beloved Pets Over

(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
 on Aug. 11.)

Over ~
Over 
The Bridge 
   where they go
To verdant eternal forests 
  and fields, 
To run and leap free 
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed 
With no hunger or thirst 
While waiting for us.

The Beer Ends Here

To his shame and dismay,
he drank beer all that day;
never did get to the funeral –
held up, he said, at a urinal.

Still Here

I wake with the weight again
a shadow that speaks in my own voice,
telling me there’s no point.

But I’ve learned not to argue
with ghosts who have memorized                             
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