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D enver, Colorado was the place that Dave called home.
A fterward, he headed east and learned to write a poem!
V iolins he loved to play and did professionally,
E njoying his years in many a symphony.
R etired, now in Michigan, he thrives on poetry.
A mong the many poets here, Dave’s one of a kind.
U tter fun and introspection in his work you’ll find.
S upport of fellow poets, Daver likes to lend.
T hanks to him I give for being a good friend.
I njustice I have done you, Dave, with these lines so few.
N ine cats you shelter know there’s no one else as sweet as you!
*Daver is the name that Dave Austin goes by. He was among the
first poets here to greet me and become a very good friend of mine,
even doing book exchanges with me and later buying my most recently
sold chapbook online. Daver, I appreciate your support and am very
glad to have met you here at Soup! (also, he loves mythology and
has written numerous poems based on myths.) One of the outstanding poems
of his that I love is called “Brother - Billy.” Just type it in with his name
and check it out! It’s on one of those last pages that few people visit
past our regular 200 poems that are easier to see.
For the Gift Exchange Contest of P.D.
Heaven's Highway
(In Memory Of My Dad)
By Robert Austin Allison
Some folks think I'm joking,
Others say No Way, Come on!
Fifteen years from us,
Is how long you've been gone.
The hours turned into days,
The days turned into years.
It seems like only yesterday,
Your passing brought us to tears.
January 16th (2005) - we said goodbye,
The day God called you from on high.
"Welcome my Son, into Heaven."
At the young age of only fifty seven.
Construction work you did all your life,
You left behind two sons and a wife.
You could not stay for one more day,
God needed you on Heaven's Highway.
Created July 8, 2020
"Gothic 17"
provided they are
all story
and no reflection
I’m all for heroines
those coiled springs
minds like vampires
the ones
who
never sleep
sharp teeth
dripping words
that bleed
kissing lips dreaming
lips speaking, punctured
Northanger
North anger
abbey nuns clipped
speaking like demons
novitiates
slipping
on pearls
of kintsugi angst
the wisdom
refrains lifting
ripe mouths
blood red
enchantments
lift chins knowingly
chants kissing
tongues that touch
and speak
like babylon
drifting breezes
feeling something
forever mortal
moist and driven
the loose
long held like gems
in velvet gloves
the forever lost
bewitching, cast in spells
driven to distraction
Austin Kimberley
last day of school
17, '79
books in the bin
for burning
never once looking back
through the gates
collected by aged wisdom
the cat leaves,
doesn’t listen
never once listens
to grizzling whiskers
driving in pajamas
for the love
of it all
the cat is out
on the prowl
Tzuke purrs
racing
against time
still breathing
live wire
crackling
look but don't touch
the touched espouse
heaven can wait
just a little bit longer
heaven can wait
for those who
need you tonight
in the aether
the missing
watch on
by the missed
they are well worn
the lost
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
1:50 am
The crowd thins, last call is shouted,
the gear is stored as the last patron leaves
Glasses washed and bottles tossed,
I hop down off of the stage watching her
The Shiner clock now reads 2:15 am,
sidewalks are quiet except for the lost ones,
can't find their cars or their heads for that matter
Good thing, they shouldn't be driving anyway
Tight jeans, that black T, hair pulled back,
she says good night to her employees, turns the key in the lock,
then leans against the bar, another long night
Neon lights illuminate her face and I smile
"You up for some breakfast babe, or something else?"
She wraps her arms around my neck
and in a playful voice says, "something else"
Then she kisses me and I fall in love all over again
"You were great tonight," she says with a sincere grin
"You were better," I answer kissing her again
"So what did you have in mind boss?" I tease
"You're the rock star...rock me," she teases back
Another Friday night on 6th Street
The club, the crowds, the music, the feeling
There's something very special about this place
as I take her hand...the night is young
Please check out parts 1 and 2 if you get a chance
The 6th Street I am talking about is in Austin Texas. It is the center of the musical world in that city. You can find any kind of music you like being played live in any of a number of different clubs on this street
There are 4 parts to this series if you care to see them. Actually there are 5, but # 5 would probably be a bit much for this site.
"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 1)
Liberation
of a sort
head out the car window
hair blowin’ in the breeze
I can hear the Crickets chirping
in the chilly winter freeze
I’m smiling
it’s good to be alive
until the old man shouts
“Hoi!
pull your head in a
truck’s coming!”
Right hand holding
the wheel steady
reaches over the gear stick
across me
no seatbelts back then
in the old Austin
winds up the window
a roll your own ***
hangs out the side of
his mouth
the Kimberly is a moving
gas chamber
I’m breathing it all in,
holding my paper bag
carsick from the fags
along a very long flat road
it’s seems like we’ve been driving
forever, all those Cane Toads jumping
across the “NO SPEEDING - ROOS CROSSING!” Zone,
We’re moving West not South
Erinmore roll your own
he licks then spits out.
“Count the roadposts”,
he barks out the corner of his
mouth, “that’ll be interesting”.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
there’s a Roo lying on the side
of the road in the dark,
the highbeam discloses it’s been
bleeding, intestines lying ripe
with blowflies and a Red Belly Black
by it’s side
“eating it’s gizzards”, I surmise
I swallow and cringe,
the word makes me think
of Frilly Lizards, throwing up and
I’m praying it’s gone to Roo Heaven.
8, 9, 10, 11,
before too long
I’m sleeping.
This, he’s commanded,
to keep me from barfing.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
Christmas Eve in Austin, and its warm
Brother up in Portland, hope he shelters through the storm
We never much cared for them, when we roamed these streets together
Now he's where he has to navigate some diff'rent weather
Whether he is safe these days, will often cross my mind
I hope that he finds something, these streets can be unkind
I'll walk through the drive-thru. sometimes I find some coins
Besides they're playing carols, sometimes I choose to join
Not singing much these days though, I don't have much voice
But sometimes some old song I hear will bring back every choice
I've made that led me down the road, that led down to these streets
I see it in the faces holding eyes mine never meet
Sometimes some come back to mind, when I close my own
Lying on the ground will sometimes bring back thoughts of home
The eyes there were not always kind, but I had a bed
Funny how some memories, will sneak back in your head
Mostly when you're lying down, or some familiar sound
Will dredge up all these thoughts and dreams you try hard to keep down
Merry Christmas colors, everywhere around
Deer horns on the minivans, but the horns with different sounds
Are the ones aimed my direction, they're not a friendly sound
Reflection from the outside looking in is what I've found
Tomorrow at the shelter, they will have a Christmas feast
But you have to trade it for a night inside off of the streets
It's not a trade I often make, to tame the growling beast
But I'll decide tomorrow, if I'll join the lost and least
Merry Christmas, Christmas Eve, another year has passed
Every year I wonder, if this one is my last
To spend it here or anywhere, I always have the choice
While I'm still making choices, I know I still have a voice
The road down to the edge of town, gets longer every year
But there I'll find a quiet place, away from Christmas cheer
I have a spot behind some trees, along the railroad track
Merry Christmas from the window, Mary Kay Cadillac
Some coins bounce to the pavement, one rolls into a crack
I think that I can fish it out, between cars flying by
It's a little risky, but I think it's worth a try
Merry, Merry Christmas… in Austin where it's warm
BEING JOAN MIRO
All the common fears and complaints of life
may be put to canvas
one need only tap the gift
Of looking into
of looking through
That imperceptible crowd of creative gravity
where might be found
Things no-things no-forms
afloat whirling or resting
In the unconscious mansions
Find the brush’s will not your own
Groups of many colors appear
Scattered or blended
Shapes of no earthly form
Infinite the possibilities
Put here-and-now aside
Let the brush have its will
Jack Sprat and wife Mary, lived in a glory of lemony, chiffon days;
Like maroon birds keep on singing, until the sunset, orange phase.
They were comfy and happy, like a picnic in lavish, emerald grass;
And had a black dog and a calico cat, like red Mars making a pass.
While Jack was a large man, his beloved wife, contrarily, was tiny.
They gardened after church on Sundays, as sweet time went slyly.
At the mauve hour of dinner, they enjoyed each other's company,
As well as a single glass of wine, while the animals played clumsily.
February fawned over early flowers, smiling fondly into sun's face;
As friends came in feathered hats and finery, through jaded grace.
Floating fuchsia clouds were frilly, in futuristic times of red sunset;
And family visited the fun hours. Moon pearls were not falling yet!
They lived in the house of amenity, like living with ones most loved;
And a fireside welcomed evenings, under skies with dyes smudged.
Swift, strawberry seasons were somewhat surprising, and sudden,
On their street of purple sage. Redbirds visited by striking dozens.
Noteworthy navy blue twilights brought nearby neighbors, laughing;
And new night was bejeweled with stars, that were forever flashing.
Frolicksome freesias were in full boom, in pretty, prismatic colors,
In dusky days of dandelion delight, when sun rays crept in shutters.
Rainbow eucalyptus trees enchanted, as if glossing skies had fallen;
When 'strangler figs' wreaked crime after crime, noted by red robin.
Jack Sprat and Mary received bad news, within months of each other!
The doctor placed Jack on a strict diet, so his health would not suffer.
And Mary, who was undernourished, was told to eat more, and often!
She and Jack vowed to obey doctor's orders, like tonic rains of Austin.
Jack began to eat less and lose weight, and Mary made tasty meals;
And gained weight and hale vigor, like when purple sun's colors peel.
'Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.'
10:00 pm
6th street is crowded,
not unusual for a Friday night
Had a few beers, settle the nerves
Seems a constant, but I’m ok with it
The back room is smoky, it always is
Peering through the haze
Holding my strat, feels good
Tuned and ready…always tuned and ready
Colored lights create silhouettes
Faces staring with no features
Ready to do this, for them or me,
both I think
Familiar opening licks, tensing but loosening
The energy hits me fast, their energy
and strings become butter,
manipulated into something heavy
They react, we react, rock lives
I can hear it breathing again
Marshall amps vibrate,
lost in the music, eyes closed, feeling it
6th street is crowded
and life is good
The 6th Street I am talking about is in Austin Texas. It is the center of the musical world in that city. You can find any kind of music you like being played live in any of a number of different clubs on this street
There are four parts to this series if you care to see them. Actually there are 5, but # 5 would probably be a bit much for this site.
"IN THE COURT OF CATS"
By Austin Fwasan Maseko
In the grand court of cats, I stand accused
A lowly rat on trial, with justice confused
The judges' whiskers twitch, their ears perk high
As they scrutinize me, with a skeptical eye
The prosecutor purrs, with a sly little grin
"A menace to society, this rat within"
She lists my crimes, with a flick of her tail
Stealing crumbs and cheese, without fail
I tremble with fear, as the charges are read
Guilty by association, my fate's already sealed
The cat judges confer, their tails entwined
Their verdict is clear, their sentence defined
Banishment to the shadows, where I'll hide and creep
A life of scraps and fear, forever to keep
But I argue back, with a squeaky little voice
"Am I not a creature, with a right to rejoice?
I scurvy for food, like you hunt and play
Why is it wrong for me, to survive each day?
I clean up crumbs, and scraps that you leave
Keeping your home tidy, is that not a noble deed?"
The cat judges pause, their ears perked in surprise
A glimmer of doubt, in their feline eyes
They confer once more, their decision revised
A compromise reached, a new sentence devised
"Banishment is too harsh, for a humble rat like you"
They decree, with a nod, "you may scurvy through"
But stay out of our way, and keep your distance true
Or face the consequences, of our feline crew
I breathe a sigh of relief, as the verdict is read
A small victory, for a rat like me, indeed
I scurvy away, with a newfound sense of pride
For even a lowly rat, can make a dignified stride.
The cat judges rise, their robes flowing free
Their eyes gleam with wisdom, as they depart the tree
Their verdict may seem strange, to the feline crowd
But justice is served, in this curious, upside-down world we live in, proud.