Three Poems. Not Two. Not Even Four, But Three.

October 21, 2016

Rotten Teeth

They give up their teeth

They give up their jobs

And their children

They defend their ego

“Take my teeth,” they say

He misses his 12 children

A new baby will grow up

With dad in an endless time out.

 

It’s the system, not their fault.

They got screwed. It’s unfair.

But this time it will be different.

This is the last time.

They gave away their rotten teeth.

The Eyes of God

When I see with love

Those are the eyes of God seeing through me

Living Bridge

I will melt into this poem

And emerge with the truth

A bridge from rock to God;

No longer shall I phase between the shadows

I shall build my home

of rock and spirit

And fill it with real things


And now a flower, in case you want to go there:

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Question Poetry

August 27, 2016

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The Question

Every poem is about What am I?

Every question is What am I?

The Universe demands to know what it is.

What am I? I am all of this and nothing

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Poems that will get me killed

August 19, 2016

scared

What can I say? I like a dramatic blog post title now and then.

Personal updates:

  • I’ve decided to stop binge eating, beginning toorrow, so I have to finish off this loaf of “Four Cheese Medley Sweetbread” tonight.
  • I thought of with a new word today, “Huwomanity,”and am pondering how to use it… other than in this announcement.

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Negativity in Poetry

August 15, 2016

angry couple

I am Angry

I am so angry

I am angry at everything

I want to throw and smash things

All because of machines

and the incompetent people who service them

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Ocean Waves

July 6, 2016

Perpetual Motion

Soft Crashing

Washed Away


Click on the waves to be washed away to another Daisybrain post:

sunset on the beach with screw ocean wave


A Single, Short Poem About All of Us

September 3, 2015

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Human beings:

Happy, decaying blobs of quickly putrefying rot

painfully isolated water droplets seeking and fearing merger

self-aware matter freaked out by the obvious

poets

That’s today’s poem from Daisybrain. Click this daisy to see more Daisybrain:

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My Breath

April 18, 2015

always there

always

regardless of my attention

from first giving life

until release of life

my dedicated guide

never giving up on me

I can follow and live with purpose

or just drift along

the calming presence

If I stay grounded but light

it always carries me in the right direction

connecting a lump of earth like me to the heavens

Some explorations of ego and consciousness, beneath this flower:

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