Christmas Day frozen crawl, inch by iced inch,
Santa on dream mood sleigh ride,
reindeers snow flecked wink!
Free forms in movement
Dept of transit
Overhauled movement of poor life during isolation
Isolation instructions still in assembled bills as job requirements
Obstructions are final. Finite mathematics stills speech and range of motion
Counter intuitive approach to data modeled in hmis privacy act census
I'm a normal function inside of integral limit with derivative market extortion
On vista bus from Ventura government building towards thousand oaks the absence of New York life is laws
If = x
If I cannot
X can
Poor man's publishing Company
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Not a slogan nor advertisement
Fair exchange
Commuters listen and wonder
Poetry words coming to life
The ride with readings from actual Poets
Poetry of all kinds sharing beyond compare
Moment in write of Poetry time
Through traffic of rush hour
It becomes the assemble
Poetry readings commuter sit
Inspiring and uplifting fit
Words that never quit
Discerning gift
Direct craft
Something never done before
Words after words no can ignore
Unique and Genuine
Words that are kind
Transit Bus Poetry tone
A Poets doing their thing in letting it be known.
stars & stripes banner
over police transit desk -
railroad sparrow hides
Bending a breaking point
rupturing time
Eons of history
skirting the line
Paradox native
our true D.N.A.
Truth as a concept
forever in play
Yessing and noing
transfixed in between
The jester in transit
all canons demeaned
Freeing the moment
the first wedded last
a twist to the turning
—where memory contrasts
(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)
TRANSIT GLORIA
turning surreal
blooming
imaginative
yet vintage
& compelling in loftiness
an influx
of euphoria
triumphal
yet unbowed
such contemporary
polemics
in
joyful shrieks
an embellishment
to reward & reinvigorates
yet
a contentious dream
obscure & curious
in an
endless
procession
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Death is a journey
that’s taken alone
Released from the tempus,
our spirits to roam
Death is a servant
indentured to slave
A Master beyond
—new Angels at play
(The Book Of Prayers: February, 2021)
Rapid Transit
By Miracle Man
August 30, 2020
My mind is like a playground,
where endless thoughts skitter rapidly.
Pining to be heard they appear unbound,
but few morph into words, to be displayed in ink.
When the bell rings and recess ends,
most vaporize, because they stink.
she bathed in moonlight and smelled sweet fragrance
of rising promises where rain had perfumed the night
showered in dreams and magical stellar amazement
her soul cleansed in sprinkles bestrewn in in soft dew
when the dust settled she blew a fine powdered kiss
and shared the blessed moment of unconditional bliss
17th June 2020
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bemused
at the prospect of life
a personal vision
unashamed
minimalist
yet
melancholic
eclipsed
in a calm solemnity
uncompromising
full of abandon
passionately involved
a familiar narrative
encountering oneself
an artistic instinct
candour with revelation
and
yet
detached
from all the whys&wherefors
disturbed by experience
yet
innocent
lingering in this dislocation
of the cultural&spiritual
in
notions of intimate disclosure
shaped
by absences
challenged by self confession
encouraged
by
detached depiction
absorbed
by
relationships
oblivious
to comment
Where is the mass transit sending people to?
Dispatch of souls to places unknown
See the loading ramp down by the barracks
A place to herd them into vehicles
What type vehicles and for what use?
A bus to drive them to a spar resort
A truck to take them to the firing squad
A space shuttle to take them off world
A plane to ferry them to a new colony
All this and more to relocate humans
Orders given from up above carried out
Adding up the numbers of people shifted
Under command of the always ready soldiers
Commanded by a ruthless bastard officer
Look back into the past and compare
Just like the trains at the death camps
Remember what happened then
History repeats itself over and over
Days stream by
leaves on a river
Nights drag on
hard frozen ground
Life's promise deserted
barren branches
December's transit
bound for nowhere
I noticed several telescopes
As I was walking by
Along the river; all were pointed
At the morning sky.
The reason? For a rare event
When Mercury is seen
In transit passing by the sun,
Not part of its routine.
It won’t be viewed again from here
‘Til 2049
When other eyes will get the chance;
(But certainly not mine!)
Without a telescope, I watched
A clip upon my phone.
A tiny freckle crawling
On the sun was what was shown.
To many, this was quite a thrill
For science buffs to spot
But I felt no excitement
Seeing such a tiny dot.
Sic Transit Gloria
When I saw a picture of him
I remembered
Well suited,
hair combed back
Business like
He was smoking a cigar.
He had a heart attack
Greatly humbled
He left the hospital
No more cigars
No more whisky
Lost his hair
Friends gone.
He is old now
Spend much time
In his pyjamas
Amble to the shop
Buying goat milk
Sic Transit Mundo.
Sit Transit Gloria Mundi
Rick Folker
Our current consumptive culture
Salivates over
"Tech" and "Cell" and "Screen"
That transmits the lurid, pornographic
Apocalyptic scenes.
We long for the end
Of the endless 24/7 hollow info
Hoping, even praying that
The Moral Arc would start to bend.
The dreadful, the destitute in their death throes
Are caught by our ever-present lens;
The Schadenfreude tourist
Documenting the world's worsening
woes.
We check off the trauma
As part of our Holy Bucket List
And tune in and tune out of another
Kardashian/Jerry Springer blitz.
All along we lurch from crisis to crisis
Bankers scot free, Blacks burned in worship
While blaming the ever-elusive Isis
White supremacy in the land of the free?
The clown in the White house doesn't get it ....
Or does he
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