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Francis Castaneda Poem
The Debate
as i sit upon my porch
the red orange sun dying like a torch
the strangest conversation i overheard
a spider and a mantis speaking words
says spider to mantis
“how do you sit about all day,
without a place to stay?
is that really how you prey?”
says mantis to spider
“why do you hang about that way,
just to be busy all day?
is that really how you play?”
arachnid responds
“i am resourceful i'll use any corner for my lair,
when it’s complete i hide and wait there.
infinity in my web i balance
i feel it vibrate and then i pounce!
Miss Mantis your life is dull and dreary,
you need a web like me my deary!”
cousin of the roach replies
“i am patient and intuitively calm,
i sit like a leaf without a qualm,
i meditate about the simplest things,
then i strike with sharpened springs!
Miss Spider you're the boring one,
i travel with the wind just for fun!”
the mantis sitting the spider doing
the spider spinning the mantis knowing
winds of eternity flow and ebb
the mantis praying in the spider's web
Copyright © Francis Castaneda | Year Posted 2016
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Francis Castaneda Poem
California is Drying
California is drying up they say
this drought
only needs another year before
California
is a sun dried tomato
California
is cracked clay of a dry river bed
California
is like the white salty residue my sweat leaves
when i am dehydrated
riding my bike
through the soul sucking heat
California has 1 year of water left
and people still stand in the heat
and wastewater
on their greedy green grass lawns
you cannot eat grass
California known for farming
citrus fruits and
endless fields of grapes for wine
avocados and almonds
hydroponic pot plants and hops for craft beer
If you drive through
Central Californian farms
All the trees are dead
all the people are gone
all the dust is kicked up
all of the lush farmland
is now a desert
and our government sucks us dry
and we suck once fertile California dry
the once proud Golden State
falls apart in my hands like a petrified fossil.
Copyright © Francis Castaneda | Year Posted 2016
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Francis Castaneda Poem
Flowers
flowers planted in a row
red orange yellow green blue indigo
out of their bush you pull and tear
just to stick them in your hair
their beauty is so flagrant
evolution has made them so
and they smell oh so fragrant
bees and the breeze spread their pollen as they go
they are plenty and a worthy foe
to human destruction, worry and woe
for the flowers shed no tears
i’ll pluck them for you when we’re
sitting close and when i whisper
i miss you, i need you
i got you baby, for sure
my pretty flower, my love true
Copyright © Francis Castaneda | Year Posted 2016
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