Long Winnow Poems

Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on my melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on our backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and in to hunt,
to fish.
We start this day with gratitude
for...

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We might expect LeftBrain deduced beliefs and monoculturing values
to develop a discontinuously co-arising energy and information base,
becoming  dualistically dysfunctional,
degenerative
of Earth's limiting fossil-fuel declining energy,
and yet with more reclining information supporting slow-growth
of recycling resources
such as...

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 dodoitsu series (rhymed) 

Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.

You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s...

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Pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket...
as 2020 presidential election nearing
pleading joshing, and endearing...

The choice for commander in chief dum...
dum... dum... dum..
will winnow down, thus
political prognosticator pundits
no longer remain mum
between Donald John Trump,
whose second term win,
would find...

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The first of Earth's life support systems
to go
was crude oil
Then natural-spiritual gas
Then easily accessible commercial-grade
and scale
coal.

Then wood
for crude construction.

Then electric grid energy
MiddleEastern
then Western
then Eastern colonizing infrastructures 
pathologically cascaded
down
into local-cooperative democracy scale.

While internally cooperative infrastructures
of active...

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(when living nightmare pierced real time
thus engendering the following rhyme)

adrenaline powered stealth bomb blast 
with the noggin of this, ah... ur... bane chap, 
     which debilitating anxiety doth outlast
means to cope...

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How can a love,
When it fits like a glove,
Go from a quarrel to end?
Well, it sometimes unravels
When one of you travels,
And loneliness seeks out a friend.

If I'd only known
That you weren't my own,
I might have...

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no shortage of familiar metier real
     (material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow

     junk bonded barnacled
     accretion encrusted
...

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That angelic voice, I heard her 
sing,
All of heaven awoke, to its 
corridors ring,
But you'd rather listen to a 
saddening tone, would you?
She had been told, to sing so 
low,
Begin with E3, don't cross G4,
Our...

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Love’s love spell

Barred clouds of red glows the sky
Night is premature and thins the light with a resonating cry
Spinning slowly around, regulated by Time as a Conductor
She humbly rides in reverence on the Swinger
Brewing below...

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What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore the meaning of the poet?
Beautiful style?
Aesthetic merit?
Artistic elegance or the beauty of its truth?
Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?

Of course it...

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A needle in a haystack I am
Lost, beyond the boundary of my being.
It is a tiny universe you say
Finite from infinite end to infinite end
And still no bigger than the one
Whose voice wrote the words...

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There is a refuge, sweet, whereto I rush,

          (Where all but clever words would be remiss),

          ...

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Oh hail the common man!
He’s something of a novelty.
Never has he asked for much.
Some people call him Hillbilly.

Watch, remember, celebrate

His coveralls are washed in lye
Then pinned upon a line to dry.
From rural soil his children...

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Incineration; it is his living wish.
The urn will be a plain oblong box,
        He will be boxed.

The wooden package will be sent
as only a temporary accommodation,
  ...

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How do you measure love?

With every breath and sigh
Cold winds blow by
Remembering winters past
Promises of friendship to last

I remember you
In everything I do

How do you measure love 
Through what we have done
Memories of past 
Stored...

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In my linen closet
There are sheets that go way back.
In going through them, I have made
A quite imposing stack:

The brown and orange flowered ones
Of hippie-ish décor;
My husband’s, used to cover
His old mattress on the floor.

Our...

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I hear
A weeping quarantined widow
I peer
Through my sealed window
I fear
The unattended corpse below
A tear
Slips out in limbo  
The atmosphere 
Hurling my emotions akimbo
This year
Death’s started to winnow!

My career?
The lockdown let it go
I’m now a...

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swift, creeping cat, bellying
lightlessly across
the backyards by night

a Cimmerian shadow with dun
short-haired quickness
not
so easily
caught

      along the mottled sidewalk
        the bounds of the city...

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Within this realm I can converse
Palaver, prattle or parley
So many words from which to choose
A choice to winnow, will and weigh

With words I can tell a story
Anecdote, fable or novel
Or just convey some useless facts
Unmistakable,...

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During my living 
My melodic dream I longed for
Sprouted in me
The nature of the self-appraisal 
With my life stunning in vivid shades 
I scribbled the poetry. 
In the blank paper 
Of my innermost minds.

I grasped...

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The set out then be pace,
nor rigors interface
no fusing of the will
can so define my space!

Philosophies concur
I live as God is pure
by moments without slur
nor detrements incur!

Go on, the ceilings wry
with options, not deny
the overhead...

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How times were different so long ago,
when pure survival dominated life.
No extra frills to fill long hours- bestow
enjoyment- mostly work to ease our strife.

We girls, mid-afternoon, when school was done,
might go to fields to gather...

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The country road split the wheat field in half
A murder of crows seemed to prefer the right
Hope they leave some to winnow from the chaff
Crows seem but wavey lines against the night
A spectacular sight in...

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We explore –
earn and exist –
with a language 
of old exploitation. 

Like a mulatto,
Indian English 
is a hybrid. 
It’s as our culture –
there’s a unity
in diversity. 
We winnow ideas out
of dialectal chaff.

Language
mustn’t be imposed. 
Linguistic
extremism...

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