It was a day that I was bound to dread.
I woke up in the hospital and found you dead.
I told the nurse that I thought you had died and she examined you.
She found no pulse and she confirmed what I believed to be true.
Your death occurred ten years ago today.
After living for 64 years, you passed away.
I woke up my brother and told him that you died.
When I went home, I licked my wounds and cried.
I had to accept the fact that your life had come to an end.
You weren't just my mother, you were also my closest friend.
I loved you and people know how important you were to me.
You have been gone from my life for one tenth of a century.
You died even though I begged God to save you when I prayed.
Rest in Peace, Mom, today you've been dead for an entire decade.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away ten years ago today on March 6, 2013]
Categories:
one tenth, anniversary, death, dedication, mom,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes, a slow fire burns inside of me,
And eats away at all the good I’ve done.
The Spark Divine’s across the Nether Sea*,
And of the blunt and broken, I am one.
I would my heart could smite smoke like a sword,
And burn a fiery streak across the bay.
I’ve gathered all my Love into the Word,
And said one tenth of what I have to say…
I calm my teeth, now, for they’d clench and grind,
While I tend still, unworthy fires here.
I cannot know the Nature of that Mind
That sows its seeds among the soils of fear…
But, now, Your coming spreads snow on the fire,
And cools my brow with flakes, freezes my ire.
* the Sea of Samsara, the Sea of Suffering. Also, the emotional plane.
Categories:
one tenth, anger, angst, anxiety, life,
Form: Sonnet
It may be just a portion
Perhaps a small detail
To get your fire scorching
Or lift your deceiving veil
One tenth of a second
The pressure of my finger
A tangible gift beckoned
It will forever linger
My quirkiness is a blessing
Oddness birthed beauty
Ingredients in my dressing
Don't harm, but rather suit me
I don't anticipate riches
At least, not by formal currency
My prize is within the stitches
Sewn together for you to see
I'm humbled by the art
I have the pleasure of showing
On your wall, Pieces of my heart
A gift that keeps bestowing
Categories:
one tenth, art,
Form: Rhyme
Class or Claaassee!
Night owl with an open circumstance fears
from blue neglect with the rages of unfortunate
idealisms---“why don’t you”---a nag nag nag
sequence, fosters an arm’s length gaze glance
I peer through picket fence fingers, while tongue
depressing hop to it emo euphemisms to gag
your elementary gesture fantasies with lurking
adult ill-ustrated gonatitudes, (egoenvy) in full glee—“I don’t
care---but then what if”---and
would even believe me if I tried to tell
you the truth, you don’t want to touch in mind.
I fail to the order of kindergartenal suicide
and prose my character to mold your moods in
one tenth hope of a swelled down deep particle
secret desire. Take it for what it is and not think
to misabandon, stop, look and feelisten.
Your neighbor is only good as you. Plain
simple downdeep and bittersweet bliss bias
but for—lorn fortunate to at least gain a
Goldilocks glimpse into your uncouth
vascular unconscious. Given a mathetical, grammitical
½ chance I may re-le-learn a think or 2 times nothing
and----------------------hey, gimme me a hecka break
as he/she in razed eyebrows in an eduillusion exactimum? Well, yea!
Categories:
one tenth, childhood, conflict, confusion, education,
Form: Free verse
If I had been born a girl
I wonder what would rock my world
I really have to stop and think
I guess I’d have to start liking pink
One thing I know that would be really great
I know I’d never make a single mistake
I could change my mind all of the time
Oh wait a minute … no I wouldn’t
Well yeah, I guess I would
Or not
Maybe
Yeah, I would change my mind all the time
Naw, that wouldn’t be fair to my guy
Ahh – who cares … surely not I
I suppose I would have to get used to carrying a purse
Of course, there are other things to get used to a whole lot worse
I wouldn’t have to shave my face …
But I would have to shave almost every other place
If I were to be a girl
I don’t think I would be one of those liberated kind
Treat me like a delicate flower
I really would not even mind
I guess I couldn’t burp and fart in public
That would really cramp my style
And I know I couldn’t walk in high heels
Not even for one tenth of a mile
And one thing I know for sure,
I would be the ugliest girl under the sky …
No – I think I’ll just scratch and spit
And thank God I was born a guy
Categories:
one tenth, funny, change,
Form: Free verse
KUBLA KHAN
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round.”
But Kub forgot to apply for a planning and building permit
And it contravened the zoning ordinance’s remit.
The fire and safety guys said it was too big, and didn’t approve
The use of ice. They said in warm weather it will move.
The environmental lobby was up in arms at the waste of fertile land.
The river authority objected on pollution grounds: it was banned
So the “Dome” had to be scaled back in size
To about one tenth the original design unwise;
And had to be built of safer materials, low rise;
And located on infertile ground with no impact on water supplies.
It was finally erected on a brownfield site of disused steelmills in Pittsburg, a box
Measuring about 50 by 100 feet, and built out of concrete blocks.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Note
Samuel Coleridge is probably rolling in his grave right now
Categories:
one tenth, funny,
Form: Couplet
Could it be intelligent design,
That's granted me one tenth of a mind,
Carbon based and part of a scheme,
Made from star dust into machines....
Scaled us down so the tip of a pin,
Looks so round we can't see the end,
While being bound by a force that remains,
Not a trace or a sound but yet it restrains...
We see dawn as the universe folds,
Then it's re-drawn like its written in code,
So every sunset burns from within,
Until it resets to re-begin...
History seems to hint of a time,
We may have served another kind,
But once our purpose came to an end,
We re-surfaced and became men...
Now our makers want to be heirs,
But there's a power that's higher than theirs,
Even though they never grow old,
They acknowledge we got a soul...
Categories:
one tenth, philosophy, religion, science, science
Form: I do not know?
Somethings are listed as a bargain
they make it sound so fine
"You can buy this for under thirty bucks"!
Whats the price? $29.99.
Wow, that's a whole penny
there's no way you can lose.
with the money you'll be saving
how could you refuse?
The current price of Gasoline
is $2.68 and nine-tenths
why not make it $2.69
wouldn't that make more sense?
The extra one-tenth of a cent
I'm sure glad I don't have to pay
it would be such a financial burden
more than I can say.
I'ld probably need a second job
which wouldn't be too great
they could relieve a lot of pressure
if the price was just $2.68.
I don't want to seem facetious
lets call a spade-a-spade
lets make the penny obsolete
then we'ld have it made.
There would be no more prices
that end in 99
they'ld likely go to the nearest buck
which is what I had in mind.
But none of that will happen
that I know for sure
that 99 is here to stay
we'll just continue to endure!
Categories:
one tenth, funny
Form: Rhyme
Tender is my heart for you,
There is nothing that I wouldn't do,
To make you see,
That you must love me,
One tenth as much as I love you...
The ecstasy of your silk like skin,
Could easily lead one to sin,
And harbor no regrets,
While with passion he truely sweats,
My eyes roll back into my head,
I was never alive,
Till the moment I met you,
So please dance with me,
Fill me with ecstasy
For each cloud in the lovely sky,
Will be but one kiss
As time goes by,
I only want your love,
And if our God above,
Should somehow
deny this to me,
I'd question my destiny,
This kind of love is
far too strong,
For anything to be
declared wrong...
I love you, yes I do
And want to marry you.
Categories:
one tenth, hope, life, love, passion,
Form: Free verse
Amusing didst I wonder as I wandered mind trails I had woven
Amusing ever onward on Fancy’s foggy flights
Spreading Wings of free willed dreams to fondle with reality
and tickle tease the wall of timeless twisting nights
Contemplating nothing and feeling the total immensity of it
One tenth of one percent is hardly anything
And yet is more than all the solid particles of an atom
That leaves 99.9% of absolutely nothing to hold it all together
As I muse thru this contemplated drift
Flowing in the wind on a solid beach of sand
The stars look ever closer
I reach to caress the pathway they’ve created
Amusing and aroving and arriving as I land
Tomorrow and tomorrow Ever yester Then Today
A thousand sunset cobwebs
In a field of windblown grass
And a thousand generations
Just to sit here on my ass
A musing
Categories:
one tenth, life, space,
Form: I do not know?
Five to six feet tall,
roughly the same size
as your average poet,
but incapable of flight.
His wings but one-tenth
of his total height;
in short, a groundling
in a bird’s disguise.
Categories:
one tenth, animals, funny, on writing
Form: Quatrain