What would fame bring
what would it change
One iota of truth
the stoppage of rain
Living exposed
the arrows to sling
You know what you know
whether knave or a king
Accolades fall
slaps on the back
Stumble or stall
and your patron’s attack
Life in the shadows
freedom proclaimed
Famously absent
—yourself to ordain
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
Categories:
salinger, solitude, writing,
Form: Rhyme
The riches of anonymity,
the poverty of fame
All treasure in what freedom brings
—myself unknown to claim
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
‘Tribute To J.D. Salinger
Categories:
salinger, freedom, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Looking for my Agnes
Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J. D Salinger a lifetime to find his Agnes. Hemingway's words made him know. Love was rare and needed. Salinger was heavy with terrible memories. A kind woman protected and loved him. She saved him. He found a forever Agnes.
Hemingway never forgot the kind nurse. She nursed his injuries and his heart/mind. He loved her till his last days. I wondered did Hemingway think of the kind married lady before he killed himself?
I wonder, do we accept less? I was saved and I was broken. Love was sweet and love was damned.
Today I know. We are just pieces of a puzzle. Just pieces gathering till we built a final draft, of what we support to be.
Maybe I had my Agnes? I have been saved and I have saved kind ladies. Maybe my Agnes is waiting for me.
I remember a Michigan beauty who caressed my face and she saved me in 1992. Maybe we need many people to save us.
The Hemingway wish, I may still have. Wishing for someone to save me.
Dancing Coyote
Categories:
salinger, longing, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
My grandfather told me. What we didn't do. Haunt our life and dreams........
A happy life is making time for morning coffee talk, long walks on a quiet beach, dancing with someone you love often and knowing a lot of laughter.......
We learn great wisdom, when we learn. Life is more than us.......
Violence actions leave residual of things done wrong. Never forgotten.......
Men, who eat and eat. Take and take, consume and consume. And want more. What do they truly need?.....
Please teach the children well. They are the future of our world and the children are watching us. Will we leave the leftovers like our fathers left us anger, war and separation.....
How much can a country bleed till it can't bleed no-more? Who is wrong, who is right? When both sides raises their fists. Both sides had sin against human life. No-one shall win.......
Once Salinger built a grave of dead soldiers to cover him and another soldier. They survived the night. What did he learn? We teach our children to fight, to kill and we wonder. Who screw-up our children?.......
Thank you
Dancing Coyote
Categories:
salinger, allusion, anger, blessing, corruption,
Form: Prose Poetry
They've banned Mark Twain
J.D. Salinger too
Faulkner, Shakespeare
Next up, Winnie the Pooh
And because amorality's
their ultimate end
They'll ban the Bible
then the Koran
Categories:
salinger, books, farewell, literature, loss,
Form: Rhyme
everyone but not
a burden carry
their the book
Salinger fans
can be caught
with his catcher
Kerouac
no longer
on but
they aren't
off the road
keeping beat
with a
different
drummer
but i find
my mind
trying to
find what
makes
me me
suddenly seeing
a crane shot
showing my
self standing in
my movie's
library
Categories:
salinger, muse,
Form: I do not know?
“Scantly-published in life, JD Salinger is set to become prolific in death”.
This is Tuesday
and a day of short poems.
Salinger spoke to me
and said that it is better
to not be so prolific.
He should know,
having set the pace,
and attained a measured glory
with a certain story.
Categories:
salinger, poems,
Form: Free verse
1. God is full, full of rain,
and dry, dry as light.
2. The clock-man winds his clock
spending many an hour.
The clock, however, winds itself;
if he knew that, he would not waste time.
3. When God pours milk into God,
does God ever drip from the corners
of His mouth?
4. He knew that he would travel farther
so he became the road
and arrived without leaving.
5. She had a vision that her eyes fell out
and when they did,
she put them in a locked box
so she would not lose her sight.
6. Half and half is one
minus that is none
more than that is sum
less is chewing gum.
7. When I sing on a swing
I oftentime sing
of a thing on a swing
that can more or less sing
of a thing on a swing
that can sing of a thing on a swing.
(inspired by a correspondence with J.D. Salinger)
Categories:
salinger, god, inspiration, nonsense, spiritual,
Form: Epigram
steely-eyed bunny wabbits
she smells like perfumed soaps and spray paints
i want parts of her reality in unnatural ways
steely-eyed bunny wabbits couldn't be more bold
as she is traipsing round the backstreets at a quarter to three
with a dogeared copy of catcher in the rye
just wants to be heard
just wants somebody to know how it feels
she writes it all out longhand on college ruled paper
a diary of an unkempt heart
her youthful rebel head filled with strong dreams
gonna make a difference
gonna get heard
so she stuffs all her worldly possessions
into a beat up backpack
long with bus fare and snacks
gonna find us some steely eyed bunny wabbits
and wrestle bright futures and rainy days from them
gonna get our fare share
this is why she is special to me
as she chases butterfly's in army boots
as she the navigates lovely night
(reference to: "the catcher in the rye" 1951 novel by J. D. Salinger)
Categories:
salinger, beautiful, beauty, love,
Form: Free verse
A Buddhist bird flies
Under the eyes
Of winter’s sun
As I watch his flight
Across a lonely wintry sky
Gazing up
At his long, long flight south
He diverts himself
From the chilly northern wind
A wind
That the sun cannot warm
He diverts himself
With a single thought
As only a Zen Buddhist bird might do
And asks
What is the sound
Of one wing flapping?
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"the sound of one hand clapping"...(by J. D. Salinger) Thank you Leo
Categories:
salinger, funny, philosophy, sound, bird,
Form: Prose Poetry
Catcher
in the rye-
disillusion
rides a one trick
pony
Tribute inspired by the news J D Salinger died last week.He captured the mind of teenagers
before the term was invented in the 50's
Categories:
salinger, on writing and words,
Form: Cinqku
your like my life
cut you with a knife
ive seen the night
about as bright as the shade
these days
to all the old writers,like edson,burroughs,reece,gensburgh,salinger
Categories:
salinger, art,
Form: Prose Poetry