Long You can never go home again Poems

I need some natural,
organic,
spacious kinda time.
Where is nature in this time,
my time,
our time?

Perhaps nature is to time
as solid forms are to flowing recreation,
as body solidarity is to mind creativity,
as Yang is to Yin,
as Full-Blown Climaxing...

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My father died prematurely while away on 
a business trip from a rogue blood clot to the heart  
I never doubted he loved me, would have liked me, 
(not the same thing), adult to...

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I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams,
Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing.

Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July,
As I watched mauve butterflies, and lazy...

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The Things Never Said
The terror…
The only things ever said about my daddy’s WWII service were that he’d been to New Guinea where he’d ridden on a truck full of soldiers by a river without a...

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Deception in perception
can you see it, the deception in perception
for what may be real to some
will never be visible to others
so can sane and insanity be reliable labels
can crazy or normal be viable claims
I guess...

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How do we get to restoring democratic energy justice
for all EarthTribes?

Especially when those not originally enfranchised
in our GoodHealth Constitutions,
like slaves
like non-patriarchal
non-white
non-anthro
non-ego-centric 
non-elite subcultures
advocating for non-violent communication
inside health and outside wealthy green climates
probably don't feel this...

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I remember Buster outside the old post office.
He was selling newspapers but mostly just giving you a smile. 
Ol Felix's tamales 
Were the best ones round for miles.
And I got my first bluejeans at Bob...

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It’s in the rows of old oaks
                the pothole that was never filled,
       ...

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Visiting the Home Place

By Elton Camp

I went back to see the old home place this year
For no location on earth is, to me, nearly so dear

My grandfather built the house with his own hands
Despite the...

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Visiting the Home Place

By Elton Camp

I went back to see the old home place this year
For no location on earth is, to me, nearly so dear

My grandfather built the house with his own hands
Despite the...

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I remember gazing upon
 the ocean from my lanai
on the Kona mountainside
Watching the cruise ships
gliding through the dark 
Into Kailua Bay at the 
Same time every morning
always clad in their bright jewel
necklaces that lit up...

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Miracles of GrandMother WinWin Tree
begin with her purgative peaceful birth.
For at this time,
so long before her cycling rings of time began,
we see her original seed
and this seed's less original composting environment,
and within this brief timeless...

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Lonely as the contact
Silently the phone rings
Umber is my stomach
As I sit all wound in stings

Far away was the country
That sent me on this call
I know you know I am here
And wanting away from it...

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I wonder if one human life
comes with opportunities to go home again.

TimeLine Do-Overs.

I wish I could have taught my kids,
and my neighbors' kids,
and your kids,
that the Holy Spirit is to Christianity
as the Gaia Hypothesis is...

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They say you can’t be in two places at the same time. 
Like so many errors, that knowledge is based on fact and not experience. 
I know this is true because I have been in...

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My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
to cross Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports unknown
throughout my Lake Odessa Highway.

Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for my...

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In my grandpa’s field I stand midst rows of grain
 whose gray-green blades stir softly in the moaning wind.
A night chill permeates my skin.
I look down at my arms and legs and realize
I’m a little...

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These words 
Stream-of-consciousness-soup really
Rarely chosen with care
Falling on thirsty ground
A lost soul trying to find
"the great forgotten language" *
For
"the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth." *

Uh-huh, I see you pointing 
To the "lost lane-end...

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Do the right thing even if you get criticized for doing it.  
If you are absolutely convinced you are right...reconsider! 
Setting a goal is the first step toward reaching it. 
You will never enjoy...

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Do the right thing even if you get criticized for doing it.  
If you are absolutely convinced you are right...reconsider! 
Setting a goal is the first step toward reaching it. 
You will never enjoy...

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My father raised roses from the very root
     they grew in straight, taunt, magnificent shoots.
They stretched high determined to touch the sky’s very brink
     in blooms of...

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THE REVOLUTION IN ONLY 2 DIGITS

Home again.

Thomas, you were wrong to doubt it: 
You Can Go Home Again and
Bask in the healing sun of Osiris

This isn’t home 
This is recovery.
From the fevered scurvy of my...

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I hear the moans and cries of my neighbor next to me
Tied down on this boat of death
Where are we going?
Taken against our will
Towards a place of unspeakable cruelty
Our families, our homes, our lives
Taken away...

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 free verse or poetry prose 

Hey Sis,
next Monday I'm going home again
It's been fifty or more years
I've lost count.
I can still taste the dust of
traveling with the car windows down.
Do you remember the few...

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As I took the road to yesterday, 
your saddened face appeared,
showing me the man you lived with
was not the place where you belonged.

New experiences give us insight into ourselves.
They also open new worlds to new...

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