With Rainer
I would rain love letters
into this Universe
but, once started,
how could such love expressed
ever warmly end
with grateful sufficiency?
Grace unfolding within each well-placed letter
forming welcoming word families
drawn into long healthy and love-filling sentences
recomposing polypathic paragraphs,
regimes of synergizing thought
directed to Other EcoUniversities;
Universalities of which I love EgoPart.
My love letters,
words,
sentences in and to all universal regimes
fill with questions
often ending in my own hoped answers.
"How are you, handsome?"
"When are you not, beautiful?"
Earth's beauty has Her own internal purposes,
secular idolatries and sacred loves,
from lust and greed
through WinWin Wonder
and collateral Awe,
ecstasy in EarthSoul Paradise,
neighborhood sit sites,
day through dualdark unregimented nights.
Categories:
unregimented, culture, health, integrity, language,
Form: Free verse
The pond is a place where you stop alongside the road to stretch your legs as we did on our way to Mendocino (The Cape Cod of California).
It was layers of colors dancing in the wind.
It was watching my mother feeling like a child as she gently touched the petals of so many colorful flowers.
It's a place where you become mesmerized by nature's beauty, and your system begins to unwind without the thought of trying, as you feel the freshness of the breeze brushing against your skin.
A place you want to return to someday because of a special memory of a moment in time. A moment I spent with my family, and my mother who became a child as she once was when my father was at her side in the redwoods, valleys and streams.
Just a place along side the road, on our way to enjoy a few unregimented days ahead.
Categories:
unregimented, beautiful, color, flower, imagery,
Form: Free verse
My brother Paul was my mentor in the arts, and in so many other ways,
As a child, he made me laugh, as a teen he nurtured my love for the arts, as a man he gave me direction.
He and I spent many a days in a small boat sitting off the coast of Newport and San Pedro Harbors. We talked, we laughed, we had a little wine. We joyed in our moments of unregimented freedom.
Those who went fishing with him new of his fascination with the many colors that made up the ocean hues. He was at peace out there, sitting over the ocean, listening to the gulls as the water lapped against the bow in the mist of nature’s wonders.
I’d give anything to fish with him one more day, or sit in his studio listening to jazz while his imagination flowed to canvas.
Just one more day brother__ just one more day.
Your brother, with love,
Gil
Categories:
unregimented, art, best friend, boat,
Form: Bio
I will clench my pen to my heart where fair minds are slothful to reach;
I will breed my psychosis to conceivable saneness,
Beyond the inaptness of convincing man or anything they could teach!
I will clench my pen to my heart to heal my contravened poems,
Until the gauge of perceptive beat the world to my hefty tongue
To put my name in writing like incises of poetry in unregimented times!
I will do this and all this because I can only be me but none else,
I will, “until the day go dead and shadows flee.”
Until the end of time!
I will hit it off from my cerebral lea to bleed my thoughts free
In and out of time until the day go dead and shadows flee
With unsettled fades like the concept of Elizabethan writer’s spree!
I will rail kachikau to unflustered bounds,
Where in prayer, peace, poetry and common grounds!
We slam our knotted pates until dawn deceases down to day
Where everything I wrote would stay!
But someday I shall be no more to contain your tears when you cry for my withered creeds,
So learn, understand and acknowledge a little bit of me!
Now, before day go dead and shadows flee!
Categories:
unregimented, devotion,
Form: I do not know?