Long Ec Poems

A few words about my good friend, Fr. Time, perhaps over-invested 
in developing this language and these dialects of evolution.

Not to blame someone for doing too good a job,
but why shine so much light on...

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A childhood memory warmly reminds

A game of Where's the Thimble,
hidden by a gang of siblings,
or just one strategic sister,
left for me to rightly find
as I wander through our living room,
following bilateral fractal cues,

You're cold,
freezing really.
Now...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of...

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I just see you in school
Then saw you outside
i rode your car.
and took me for a ride

It was not the first time.
But i suddenly felt my heart beat.
i never thought of it this way,
The way...

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Got a great recipe
For cheescake...
Decided to make it once...
My experience was to show me
I really am a dunce...

First I had to whip cream cheese
I threw it in a bowl,
Took out my trusty mixers
And thrust it...

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Ah, that smell of bread from Home Ec.,
Just can't be real to me,
Because school just seems to be a part of everyone's misery,
But then I realize
The bread from there is as real as a bakery's.
And...

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i become a stone,
   still a leader,
but translation
transforms me,
   as i learn
      “le crayon est rouge.”

“Je m’appelle Chantal.”
enchanted by my “nom français.”
a shy child, changed by...

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Mosquitoes rarely come at you, face to face. This is a classic sneak-attack kinda enemy, often found behind one's head, or about navel height. After a year in these tropics doing missionary work, I use...

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Smashed up against the wall it 
Shat ter ed
 	in     
to
 tin
y
 pi ec es.  
My m
i
n d 
is splintered  broken, 
never to be put back together again 
S...

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A problem solver,
That's what i was
But then came this cube
That i have to pass.

It was there in my hand
I dont have any clue
I had to do some turns
and see what i can do

It was harder...

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MLK's Positive Beloved Community Psychology:

The study
and mindbody experience
of positively regenerative life
as appositionally dipolaric,
negative correlational,
with negative decompositional time-trends 
back toward cultural absence of memory
and consciousness
and conscience
and co-arising empathy
back into endosymbiotic cognitive dissonance
physical-ego decay,
and metaphysical-ec(o)-soul irrationality
of unbalanced...

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Call me clean stamp, 
I burn my brand on the devil with holiness. 
yea, I said it and it remains.  Watch the smoke sizzle 
to a sign that says "Fear God". Biff. Low and...

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I was really nice to you,
I didn't make you feel blue.
even if you make me feel angry
i would still be with you.
You were my friend
my trust in you is big.
But you just crashed all of...

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I met a Czech now living in Quebec
Very handsome in crisp turtleneck
He tells a sad story about a shipwreck
But now has a highfalutin job here in high tech

Alec loves to strut muscles in a crew...

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I
Please help me and poor, "Coloured" residents of Newtown, 5720, E.C. become "civilized" about basic environmental rules and practices. Government fails us at all levels. Yes, I am praying, talking to people here & churches,...

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(BN)
to what purpose
  this heart of light
       still moving
before time
    and
      after
empty of meaning
in a turning world
bereft
   ...

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I
Paul warned his "son" Timothy, On Guard
In the end time, many false prophets disguised
Even as angels from heaven, will tickle ears
And many will be led astray; Jesus is "too much"
To take, one in Adelaide told...

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Shalom shalom or Peace greetings, PS.
1. Not all my writing is BIO or autibiographical
2. In South Africa, now, I have a cell that can't do Soupmail. Im unsure how to answer questions. Sometimes I responded,...

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