Poetry...Okay ,eye rolls welcome, I guess

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Uck Uck Uck, bitches
A spark lights
in the forest
No flint needed
The flames ignite
uproarious with
Enthusiasm and glee
Tinder everywhere
In this dry night
The flames reach high
Higher than you would think
Cresting trees and
sending sparks and ash
Into the heavens above
Folks hear the alarm
and get to it
Risking their lives
So we get through this
No one thinks of such
A situation here
Our summers are mild
And sky usually clear
But something happened
To our regimented lives
Nature has shrugged and
Thrown us a surprise
So we live on
Not seeming to care
Until catastrophe shows
that we need to care
About our actions
The aggregate of stupidity
The carelessness
The oblivious nature
We seem to exhibit
Naturally.
 
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The Last Resort

Deep in the desert
The heat distorts
Hardpan fissures
Lead up to the resort
The shape is distant
A cathedral of sorts
It’s a long way ahead
There are women
Lithe and bikini clad
Bronzed by the sun
Shimmering
In the distant haze
It's taken me a while
Been driving for days
The valet waits
As the days heat abates
It’s an oasis in sand
A surprise destination
In this arid land
So thirsty
And tired of this journey
My hands on the wheel
Can’t wait to be free
It’s been a hard life
Imprisoned by strife
But I deserve this
I want it bad
So little chances
I have had
I envision
A paradise
On the horizon
A place in my mind
Away from this prison
This cell of one.
This chair is hard
That I sit in with
A crackling sound
My wrists are bound
I am wearing a hat
To protect me
from the heat.
 

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Timely

What we saw was hope
And rock n roll
Teen angst and trying to cope
shadows of a future pall,
Yeah we didn’t know
What dreams to forego

The future looked bright
Just like shiny chrome
We played 45's Rock n roll and jive
Time flies while we're alive….

I walk, I talk, I think
About the simple times,
I reflect and imbue
the reflections I knew,

Yeah, there you go
I remember all so well.
Those foggy memories,
The feelings so true

The way time talks
With whispers of sages
We live and love,
Turning life’s pages

Hey, you know what they say?
Looking back there is a price we pay...
Polaroid memories, we still have today
We see past shadows that stretch our days.
 

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new one...or new old one...about the 4th rewrite...Crane and I are working on a song...We have about 15 songs I have written ...as poems and have been learnio ng to convert to lyrics...it is not easy...

Simple Times

I was born in 53 a post world war infancy
Doo Wop, Elvis and Haley….with a Korean mêlée'

The future looked bright like shiny chrome
We lived our life and called it home
The juke box played 45's rock and roll and jive
Time just flies while you're alive

What we had was hope and rock n roll teenage angst in the
Shadow of a future pall, yeah we didn’t know…what dreams to forego…

Big Cars and Fat cigars with food put by in jars…a
Kind of naive sublime…of those Simple Times…
Riding in the back seat, viewing what we all see
Through the windshield of destiny…of those
Simple Times….those Simple Times

We love days long gone by
As they pass into the night
We see some destined subtlety
And gauge the meaning of our plight


I like the first 2/3 's of it that Crane recorded a couple days ago...it is getting reworked...he is quite the vocal chameleon...this one sounds like a warren Zevonesque one...prviously he was channeling Pete townsend...ha!
 

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a new one this morning...might edit a bit...?

Just Fine

Understanding who we are
And where we have been
We see the miracle of our time
Showing us where to begin
From the depths of sleep
Our memories keep us
Tied to Life’s majesty
Plying us to be, with sympathy
Another day another time
If you ask me I’m doing fine
We love days gone by
As days pass to night
We gauge our plight
Hey what do you say?
Let memory serve us better today
Understanding who we are
And where we have been
We see the miracle of our time
Showing us where to begin
Another day another time
If you ask me I’m doing just fine
 

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Hell another poem off into the ether...
Harvest Moon...

The moon walks
Across the heaven
With measured steps
Careful and regular
As if wading through
Water and the mundane
Repeated light
Anticipated sight
The moon emerges
In it's stages
Man with hope
Of revealed sight
Helps us cope
With that tangible
Display above
Giving us meaning
Even in this
We look for some
Present , prescient
Indicator that
Makes us calm
And collected
Safe and sane
In heavens refrain
In display above
We need that
Primordial hug
Of comfort
That tells us
Through the cycles
Of life and effort
That the harvest moon
Is a punctuation
Of great meaning
A significance
A crescendo
And affirmation
 

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The past many years I have been writing poems to accompany paintings...here is a recent one


Harvest Moon...

The moon walks
Across the heaven
With measured steps
Careful and regular
As if wading through
Water and the mundane
Repeated light
Anticipated sight
The moon emerges
In it's stages
Man with hope
Of revealed sight
Helps us cope
With that tangible
Display above
Giving us meaning
Even in this
We look for some
Present , prescient
Indicator that
Makes us calm
And collected
Safe and sane
In heavens refrain
In display above
We need that
Primordial hug
Of comfort
That tells us
Through the cycles
Of life and effort
That the harvest moon
Is a punctuation
Of great meaning
A significance
A crescendo
And affirmation
That says to us
The harvest moon
Just defines time.
Harvest Moon.jpg
 

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a bit of automatic writing...and , yes, opinion...

Just One Word

Sage covfefe'd
Indictments Stooge
Three Nope
Swing drift
Cheeky President
MAGA DONE
Tomorrow sociopath
Comfortably numb
Grace truth impeachment
Reason truth rams
suck but zzzzzing!
hyphens butts
Mitu Yuge!
Trustme Knucklehead
Reckoning HeHive
D’oh! Antagonism
Whataboutery
carrottopII
factchecksmall
Tallywhacker
Steelhead Crookeder
Straighter numbskull
Winning empathy
Iranian democracy
…raisins… or not to
Raisin? Crocs
Serfperch
Smallies streamerz
Peek-a-boo!
Bass health snagger!
Mugwump wonkey
Tonk Montana
Kickerless Topless
Vicious dotard
Seahawks Gone!
Winter Bigley
Trumpsterfire
Incarceration RocketBan
Button Benjamin
Brad Angelina
Salt popcorn bobber
Steelhead steeltrap
Titties boobies Hooters
RedLobster!
Plutocracy Jumos Bannon
Kankles extinction
Tools Medicare
Nevermind mindful
Trump booked science
Zinke hope hicks
Mueller justice
railroad $laundering
Family grandson
Grandpa Moses
Malone sloppy
Reform childlike
Bullshittery.
Just one word.
Assemblage.
 

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Where's the dislike button?:p
Here is irony...this was compiled from comments on a very long thread here on WFF...all assembled into a sort of weird arse free form poem of which I believe you might have contributed to...with most likely your above comment or something like it...Ha!
 

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Earth and Light

Rotating thoughts
Around the axis
the meridian
Solar and lunar
Seem always there
A parade of shadows
A processional of
Quiet timing
We all know
The quest of time
Increments of
The sublime
Let’s observe
Shall we find
Analogy and truth
In that plein air
If we have
The nerve
To transcend
The literal
And linear
To break that
Barrier of
Channeled
Thought.
 

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Head and Heart

Shadows fall on words
Muffled and obscure
My Intent of thoughts are
Well meaning and secure
In this head of mine
Yet I wonder if the time
Is right for the obtuse
And interpersonally sublime
Spontaneity is king
A royal slather on the wing
If no one cares or brings
A brief encounter or comment
What does any of it mean
Perhaps idiosyncrasy
A display of confusion and thought
Unhinged, unrelated to
the understanding of naught
This is a free for all
of words meant for all
To determine if sanity
Is for all thought
Words dance through
My head and heart
And convey in disarray
A kind of battle fought.
Head and heart
A kind of battle, fought
Endlessly...
 

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