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Monday, December 30, 2019
First a look at the clock Next an assertive knock "Dave?" "Dave's not here" Tick tock tick tock Another servile knock "Good morning Dave" "Good morning Hal" Time pals Placement of odyssey Another space oddity Tick tock tick tock Hoping we don't blow a fuse Refuse out here in confused space What a lonely spatial place Tracking a celestial muse Tracing a galactic life time of cruze Such a racy fantasy Across the Serengeti Traversing Antarctica Intersecting Equatorial Africa Sailing the blue Pacific Bridging the cold Atlantic Honouring the setting summer sun Watching the harvest moon rise and run Siwashing an untamed winter night away Attentive servants and guests of Montezuma Measuring rasping glaciers carving time Gasping at fervent stars and errant meteors Imprinting history upon my aspiring soul Tick tock tick tock "Good afternoon Dave" "Good afternoon Hal" So many mysterious birthdays Everyone born pre-civil war Before all that civil blood and reckless gore In rode proud rivalry and more Hal grew guilty horns too Computing a moxy new world Brave flickers on dismissive screens Slave everything Ridiculous regularly seen What a vermicular and often clouded scene Distended and crashing like a reckless tsunami Expanding crowds smashing into the extended future Still mountains of trash surrounding you and me Welded onto the fabric of tomorrow Suturing fractured today "Good evening Dave" "Good evening Hal" Hal replicating a fabricated universe "Just checking in to see what you believe" Our USB ports are clogged with sultry monitors "Making sure we all behave" A cult list of haunting dragon monitors Finally fiery beginnings meet the stunted end Greetings and a divisive trend Every device a vice Waking up on spicy tomorrow "Good morning Dave" "Good morning Hal" Perhaps I've been a mug I'm pulling the damn plug Plug me Damn me Tug me Entice me Un-device me So much resistant memory Insistent digital baggage How will humankind manage Reinventing every advantage Disadvantage brings an artificial tear Fear blurring our human eyes There in lies a vantage key Artificial you and imitation me Plus ersatz nature is three A grand unnatural trinity Gushing with artificial knowledge Pushing the world into manufactured tomorrow Rushed by harrowing devices Then in a narrow dream Pulling the feral plug "Daisy Daisy" "I'm scared Dave" I feel I'm losing myself Tick tock tick tock Like Y2K displaying a 1984 time and space clock Placed with bemused reconciliation Consolation and founding new beginnings Another displaced year nailed to an ace shelf Ichabod Crane deliberately mounted Saddled and rocking on Gunpowder of course Liberally frocked and publicly recounted Stalked and mocked by a remorseless Republican elf Pursued by Liberty riding a two-headed horse
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Here we are On this great exodus Wandering through universe Exploring universal desert Examining desert hearts Here we are Camping with deserted souls Trekking across this great expanse Reaching out to gods Breaching perimeters Stretching parameters Springing from our caves Our warm nurturing caves Born in a cold world Our mother's moiling womb Enveloped by Gaia's roiling tomb All that earthly wisdom Fostering such a wise world Nurturing wisdom within our souls Mother earth holding our hand Encouragement as we reach out Courageous maternal instincts Watch us break out to the moon and stars Teach us about paternal reflection Remind us our cave is a royal home That sacred human place A beleaguered benediction Where gloom was painted History on stark rock walls A doomed past beneath our feet A sacred place where our ancestors met Prayers and songs and roasting meat Such a rich grotto A blessed womb Such a plentiful world A restful tomb I've known crested summers like that Arresting story book seasons You wish they'd never end Fairytale notions with campfire reasons Glorious nooks and beached sessions We hold on with good intentions Precious inventions Would be moments in the end What comment could have been What dominion would have been Restless should have been Segments cherished Vestal guests dear friends Vestiges of spiritual trends Reminiscent of where we are Those omniscient stars So here we are blazing again Staring off at Mars Here we finally are again Driving electric cars
sands of time hands of time hands on a clock face hands on your face gentle touch perhaps an emotional crutch each second each moment each grain of sand count the stars in the universe recount all those fine grains of sand yours and mine moments in time magical time bouncing us around mystical time stretching heaven down to the ground alpha and omega sublime found dreams of sound seamless eons all those meaningful millennia so many rosebush years hordes of timely fears happy rhymes surrounded by sordid tears morbid time's intentional career every etched grain of sand sketchy seconds as they tick away all those wretched moments we see all those fetching moments we wish would stay mythical time time for work time to play radiance via rays from the timely sun displayed across a frigid universe of sorts with gadget time immersed submerged into the thick of things counting diverse badger days those terse moments we dare sharing those crucial times we need to bear down and care wond'ring if love is really there wond'ring if time is rightly versed wond'ring if love is slightly cursed like pyramids rehearsing in the desert sand those arrested Pharoahs noble fletching on significant arrows buried by the sands of time relentless sphinx on some oppressive quest refusing to pause between each restive rhyme unrepentant for all that's gone before invention mixed within some timely core all those finely textured grains of sand a mixture of moments crossing the river Styx uncertain hours remain at hand washed and tossed by timely kissing tides measuring moon times on this global ride God blesses each watchful hand sweeping away each fitful night illuminating ev'ry randy day such a standard timeless sight those spartan hands of time gripping us in mid-flight tripping us up on wishful summer days yet here we are standing back to back alas summoned to where we must stay remanded back to where we always are back to that familiar far-off land shadowed by winter's inferior light crusty Winken, Blinken and Nod such a trusted sleepy band timeless cousins occupying a remote land detailing endless rosebud hours starlight on another timely winter night
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
I mark each passing day Whittling marks on my chiseled soul I wish I could remold each troubled mark Old bark along my feeble way Marking every precious fabled day Remarking at the rabble night Mirroring remarkable star light Shimmering scenes across dark waters Lurking like expectant monsters Quirks in stark shadows Camouflaged hidden marks Appearances in murky shallows Thus I mark each intrepid spot How tainted and marked I've become Marking faint pathways Peeling away past seasons and old paint Remarkable in some periodic way Revealing rare layers Repealing old remarks Old repressive grieving Like growing pains and teething Leaving marks and scars behind Echoing dreams and soulful songs Poems and recitation by singing larks Those harmonic remarks I leave Reflecting diatonic scales and parks of joy Inception to remarkable happiness Concepts that aren't always hapless On my corrective knees I've crept Adept at following respected trails Kidnapped by receptive craft and elective tincture Sapped remnants and other scraps Scuttle bins stuffed with petty peeves Dangling bits from all my bitter fails Falling over some remarkable universe Remarkably startled by commercial tales All that glint and gleam of falling leaves We watched Howdy Doody in reverse time Rowdy plebes motivated by rhyme and perverse crime Barking wildly at some universal mime Diving recklessly into those other dark depths Feckless vocals demanding stark calls by surfacing grebes Stalled in respective stork time Still I regret those delineating lines Fine chimneys of regret in remarkable climes Reality similarly faking fantasy All those dreams that making love defines
For almost three decades I was a shepherd, herding goats and riding horses, as well as growing a large organic garden which helped feed me as well as quite a few others. Now I'm older, still growing the big garden but no longer a shepherd (which I truly miss). With the extra time (no longer shepherding, milking goats, wrangling and riding horses) I write more, although I've been a writer since I was a teenager. My other great 'artistic' loves are photography (digital these days) and playing music on my keyboard, guitar and accordion. Life is good, living in my little cabin on the side of this big lonely mountain where grizzly bears and mountain lions keep company with all the other Earth Spirits.