national poetry month

national poetry month
Join in the Poetry of Life!

Monday, April 17, 2017

And the Doves Cry

On the vergence of yesterday and tomorrow
I am caught, between the infinite all and nothing.
Like a bird on the wing flying through two peaks
With river below flowing one way and only one way
Merging into pooled water or distant ocean
I on the wing, with rain starting, even here
There's flying life up in the clouds
But one has to be small, So very small; To survive..

In the nexus of heaven and hell
I am caught, between wilderness and civilization
Like a pioneer plowing a field for some barley and wheat
With rocks piled up like a rose bush, cast to side
Merging into tree line or distant forest
I behind ox, with sun shining, even here
There's joyous smiles up in the mountains
But one has to persist, always persist; To survive..

Above the threshold of peace and war
I am caught, between insanity and cleanliness
Like a denizen of life passing night and days
With hideaway disguised like a hollowed out log, quietly dry
Merging into time or distant history
I below sky, with clock ticking, even here
There's not enough time for everything
But one has to wait, always wait; To survive..

Friday, April 14, 2017

Prompt- Clarihew ; from day 14

Donald Trump
Is a blustery and bossy leader.
Having dinner at Mar-a-lago golf club,
He watched a man eat crow on the 9th hole.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Inna Sense II

Trump bombed Syria
And the mercenaries dividing the country
Get to kill, and kill, and kill, until
Basically there is no country left
But one big well, filled with black grease
That will ease their conscious of stealing the inner cents
Of dollars pumped from the ground in push and pull.

That isn't leadership, but boss hoggitude...
Get on the ground, and pull our country into success
Rather than sitting by desk, sit in the field:
And know what food is,
Talk to the ant, to learn pernicious ambivalence
Feel this heat, and be thankful it rains in this country
Shake hands with the farmer, He/She built this Land...
And every land. before. time. and will do so again..

Cause this Conflict was presaged by water and food shortage.
This Conflict was presaged by hunger.
Should we sooner shoot a man because he's hungry,
Than give him a piece of bread?

Trump in your Tower with the eye above,
Forsake this war, Forsake the beating drums.
Throw down your makeup, we come from humble stock.
The rejects of every nation has made America Great!
Come home, and live like an actual American,
Half-good at everything, and twice as good as the next person.
Come home, alive, to your peaceful family,
Whom want their brothers and sisters to come home, too
And share peace, as well.

Death-making will only ever feed the crow, the goth, and visighoul.
And will put you on the wrong-side of history.

A Resistor Blew Up, Yesterday

Bop Prompt - day 11 - from NaPoWriMo.Net

Collapsing, the World, falls in.
Little things one by one drop from the cursive:
Elbows wear out cleaning the dirt,
Hammers swing heavy putting it all back up,
A car, needs a headlight and blinker from a deer last night,
A house, needs a battery to capture emergency power,
A fridge, always the fridge, is getting on empty.

And yet, she persisted

Her path takes her to the corner store.
Where constant nibbling by the devil, actually keeps it open.
The window outside always views mountains where mass wasting...
Lightens the load, and more rises uplifted.
To think lightening up, brings more crap.
With a thing checked off, now she had 5 more to do.

And yet, she persisted

She does it.. and gets home to fall on couch
She rests, as the couch rests, as the floor rests on Earth
And way over in Australia, there's a wooden bench with a person resting...
The rain falls soothingly, drips down with all the other drops
Calming her to sleep, as it slowly rivules down the glass.
The world all falls in together, everything all at once, keeping lives together

...And yet.. she persists..

Monday, April 10, 2017

Melting Snow

"A man on a deserted island Won't eat the only last goat If he's starving of hunger" -Anon

Even my cats are lonely
As they play with their friend
A mouse
In the house
     that ticks empty
The passing heart
Yearning for life, love, and laughter..
Again to learn happiness' new smile

2 score months plus one
And I the sole inhabitant with my cats
Alas, time has forgot
And the swallows sleep in snow this April
Though Crocus sprout but now lay dying
In frostbitten lands that lie dead as well

Though Pine stands erect, and green, and flowering
Much else stands sodden and bereft of dignity
From the great neglect of winter storm and rain

Where is the shining face that says sweet words
On honeyed tongue with joyful cry
Where is the rising earth that makes pregnant life
On passioned touch with soft whispering

It is gone, frozen, cold, and buried
Having paid visit to Lord Charon
It is gone.. and now only visits in memory.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Like and Dislikes

I prefer making.
I prefer honest words.
I prefer being unhassled.
I prefer new places.
I prefer sleeping under the stars.
I prefer people whom smile with you.
I prefer talking with me than at me or about me.
I prefer audience participation.
I prefer seeing everything as much as I can.
I prefer seeing the planet from outerspace.
I prefer walking a short distance.
I prefer homebrewed beer from a bucket to something
from a can.
I prefer relaxing music to relieve stress.
I prefer dancing to just sitting and watching a band.
I prefer group discussions.
I prefer union made products to made in america.
I prefer simple illustrations.
I prefer artistic renditions to a photograph.
I prefer imaginative discussions about devices
that don't even exist or probably don't.
I prefer electric labor-saving devices.
I prefer going to the moon when the only
option is sitting at home on the couch.
I prefer light conversations to discussing
everything that's happened to me today.
I prefer watching fish during waking hours
where I'm not at work making someone else rich.
I prefer options and benefits in friendships and jobs.
I prefer a woodstove to propane cans or open fireplace.
I prefer using as few bullets as possible when I go hunting
or fishing or camping or hiking.
I prefer buying myself flowers or finding my own.
I prefer having more than one pet.
I prefer long beaches.
I prefer glow-in-the-dark colors.
I prefer cool ponds.
I prefer science fiction books that are super weird.
I prefer keeping in mind the world doesn't revolve around me.
I prefer to stay home on Friday the 13th.
I prefer the point of life is happiness.
I prefer the point of happiness is funnage.
I prefer people to look at me if they're talking to me.
I prefer remembering the departed often to specific occasions.
I prefer to keep my life private as I would my religion.
I prefer carrying my own bag and other people carrying theirs.
I prefer holidays that can be celebrated for a week.
I prefer hardwood floors to tile or carpet.
I prefer poems that don't talk on only about what a person feels
but play with some kind of modeled thinking.
I prefer open windows when I'm feeling sick or bored or whenever.

Upside Down

Prompt from NaPoWriMo.Net
write 9 lines

I woke up, and found a bed to lie in
I stood up, and found a pot to pour
I warmed up, and found my email full
I sat up, and found my work to do
I wrote up, and found my thoughts cohere
I looked up, and found the sun ashine
I listened up, and found my friends' smiles
I waited up, and found my brother calling
I stayed up, and now the evenings down.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Redesign Renew Regenerate

We had no idea when the world fell...
That money itself was a convenience.
I mean, not having it, was always a problem..
But having it worth nothing.. sucked worse.
And wanting it my whole life, and now
Having a cool million, but unable to buy a cup of coffee.

We had no idea.

The women's league want soap, among other things...
But that's the biggie, they want the hunters to render fat
To make soap.
The hunters league want arrows, among other things...
But that's the biggie, that and fishing line or any wire..
To catch game.
The techies league want panels, among other things...
But that is the biggie, that and copper line...
To run electronics.
The mechanics want batteries
The farmers want manure,
The ranchers want feed...
The loggers want gasoline, good luck with that.

And it's ALL little things
The kinds of things you think, of course.. 20 bucks.
Nobody cares they aren't driving a Rolls Royce
We care we don't have juice to check our email
Or gasoline to get to the P.O. or P.X.
We don't care about your chainlink watch!
We'd rather have 5 clean diapers for our kid
But without soap or money being any good
We gotta wash that in the river without any.
We care about having to boil every ounce of water to drink.
We care, we care about you, and being unable to help.

Too big to fail?  It's a house of cards!
With a tiny million staples missing...
We're talking no olive oil, no salt
You ran out of it yesterday
And you're staring at a pile of beans, wondering...
Do I eat them or starve until they grow.

Why, why me?
Did I cause famine?
And with it came war, disease, and death
Or maybe disease came first,
Or maybe war came first,
But I digress
A regular house of cards with a million staples missing.
Just little things, like Soap!

And I, finishing my first bowl of stone soup,
Lest we work less, earn less, consume less
spend more quality time with our families
And buy less crap. 

Thursday, April 6, 2017

9 Views On Waters Edge

NaPoWriMo.Net prompt- day 6
Write about the same thing from different perspectives

I saw the waters
Smooth sailing
Look at us clipper this shit

"Have you ever seen that?"
Mirrored stars on tiny island with an outhouse.
Such still waters_______________ we needed to shout.

Shoot and pool
The water eddies and is gone after half around
It's deeper there you know.

Moments lost in time
Like teardrops in the rain
May my memories puddle into broad water.

What lynne is this beyond yonder way
Looks deep enough to fish,
If you got the tackle, I got the perch.

Water is life
In this country, who controls the water has power

And we found evidence of water
But most the snow was carbon dioxide
Maybe it all evaporated with the atmosphere

"This is some watering hole"
Shuttup, and give me a drink
Cash on demand

The source is the ocean
The mountain is the beginning
Everything else is history

A Sad day of April

Writing prompt Kat Lawrence
"I'm taking a Mulligan"

My friend calls, his Mom, "He needs a friend"
"come out, come to school and visit me," I say,
"Come over, and visit.. forget straight A's.."
"I was a B average, and this is Ivy League!"

So we pal around the campus, he comes to class
Sees the teeger, the dave, the amorphous grave known as the rock
We sneek over and paint it something blue, just cause.. you know
He spends a week, we find a house party.. he gets laid maybe

Fuck school I remember saying in my head
And it happened for me, it happened
And we find a place to be happy in
Where backbiters do not find our dread to mulch

He spends a week, and forgets his friends' drama
And gets his game on, reading on weekends
Video games on weekdays
And puts his life together by visiting more schools
And goes, goes, goes to the moon

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Ardour in the Arbory Writing prompt- day 5
"Write about nature"

A little simpler than shrubbery and one gets grass
A little hardier than brush and one gets trees

The shrub grubs and grabs onto rock and water
Grows thick along the bank, and thickly blocks an ankle
Saying "You Shall Not Pass," but threading one can...
Though a thorn or two might catch, leaving argument in shreds.

The rose is a bush whom likes to preen in the  summer sun
Disclosing and disrobing it's pleasurable treasures over and again.
And roses can grow quite tall, if properly mended and cared for
With hips aplenty come Fall, and in a comfortable bed.

The alder is a curious example, growing catkins shoulder height
As a tree grows mightily, or as cousin bush.. strong and wide
Likes the road, the byways, the waterways, the places people tread
Makes a good companion for hikers, and the elderly.. a friend.

Many bushes...  Some are trimm, But some are brush, and other.. really trees
The variation is astounding that one can plant around with ease
And easy going, as plants go, having a woody stem
And most any tree will grow bushy, if but above, then below them.

Most the bushes I know are pleasant enough to greet
There's the stem from the Mountain Spray, And memories from the Alder tree
My Dad loves the Roses, for the smiles they always bring
And I love the Huckleberry for the sweet and sour treats.

Yes, it's a love affair, mainly the wilding bush...
Unseen beneath could be hiding, maybe something plush.
So, be careful when placing foot, or something you might crush.
The shady places are home to denizens sometimes, keeping cool and fresh

Many was there a time when without friend or home
I'd lie down, and dream of peace.. beneath the green and shrub...
From the phrase of lying low, in apartments one is standing up.
I'd sleep beneath the stars, beneath the stars and bush
And I'd dream about the world, and what it means to be.
(Maybe, that's why Holly.. is so popular back East)

Monday, April 3, 2017

What Qiameth Drives Us

Prompt Mike Welch- PSH
"use 10 random words and revise"

Toogit, or not toogit
Whether it is better to upgrade
Or preserve what we hold dear...
Novanoids everywhere answer, This question
Toogit while gettings good, but then.. Nova!

The Nekmits and Yinydds in hyslerium will burn the cities
And the country, as country folk go.. will go..
Just as the rain comes and goes,
Just as today's earthquake and tomorrow's peace.
And all dropperclears pick themselves up and invent.

It's the way of the world staid mundane, then hysleria
One day palace then next day mountain... of rubble
If the grain silos could be made bulletproof, I wouldn't have to be,
For who can fight with a full belly, and lots of food, folks, and fun.

Esuypicly, the Four Horseman crawled away
   ..unseen with good harvest..
The bad dreams turned good, and good dreams lulled forgetfulness.
Esuypicly speaking, plague and pestilence
   ..hold in hand nothing against a full silo, and a fuller larden
And all the worlds hunger, is a global debt owed to itself.
Nanoarrowicly, Peace today if we grow food!

Health tomorrow if we grow peace!

Elegy for my Mother- Lynne Vosen. 1943-2014

Elegy prompt from

My Mom used to sit and fold laundry watching soaps.
I'd sit there with a toy car,
                wondering, "what's wrong with them."
And later she'd sit and play video games on iPad.
The same gap-toothed smile when she'd look over,
The same dark-eyes full of depth and caring
                wondering, "will his life be better than mine."

And I have that gap tooth, though with surgery,
          you'd wonder where it went to.
I thought her beautiful for it really
When we'd go to ceramics, or service, or shopping
She'd smile as if to say, "like me or not, I'm still happy."
Or scowl, "like me or not, I'm still mad," if I'd been bad.

And all through her life she took that smile, those deep eyes,
Seeing and speaking to the inner truth of things and of you.
Making home, making music, making right again things she could
And making certain things didn't go wrong, both for her and for you.

And with a small gap between her front teeth,
                              She'd smile and laugh and joke
To leave one knowing the world isn't so screwed up
                              With people like her in the world...
Leaving one knowing everything doesn't have to be perfect to be right

Leaving one knowing they're loved,
                              Just for being them.

Sunday, April 2, 2017


Prompt from Elizabeth Alford- PSH

"A child can ask questions that a wise man can't answer" - unknown

Why don't you play?  Why do you die?
Can't you stand up and say, "I am strong!"
I got up today and I was tired.
But then I was hungry, so I had cereal.
There's no school today, so I'm at home.
There's no school anymore.  I'm so bored.
What do you want to do for fun?  Let's do it.

All my friends have to work today.
All I have to do is go to school.
It's so boring, my teacher wants me to be somebody.
I'm like why?  Is it fun?
She's like no, "but you get to tell people what to do!"
I asked her, "is your name really Carol?
Like my step-mom's!!!"

Then my teacher took out a dollar bill.
She said, "With this you get to tell people."
"And the more people you tell what to do,"
"The more of it you give away to them."
So I gave my Dad a hundred dollars and told him,
"I'm staying up all night watching Netflix!"
I'm going to be grounded forever for taking it from his wallet.

I was grounded.
My room has a television set,
So I watched all night on Netflix, and watched all night anyway, with headphones.
I have to stay inside until the snow melts, and flowers spring.
I'm so bored.  Why don't you want to play?
Why do you die, slowly?
Can't we stand up and say, "I want to Play!!"
And we can dance awhile on the devil's grave...
And we can all be young, at least it's Fun!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Someday Sunday

The people around me, watching,
Not all(entirely) curious.
Some cause they were told to.
Some cause they're just around.
Some judgementally...
Some cause they're called to it.

But we're always hardest on family
Mine like to settle scores...
To zero out the hate with hate.
But whom ever really adults except a parent.
Not my brothers, not my sisters...
When they can so easily borrow my delusion,
To believe they're fixing broken by breaking more.

Typically how gang-lands wars start,
Or football games.
Who's carrying the retribution.
Who's got the bomb, blow them up.
Until the money runs out.. tick-tock..

I hardly know all the faults of my family
But they're all there
Just as well.
Nobody has ever expected someone to be perfect,
Except hypocrits

All is well then with my brothers and sisters...
Cause aren't they so loving!?
Why do I have to be perfect?
And why must they change their clothes after church?

Friday, March 24, 2017

The Profits One Paves are the Paths We Follow

If there's no way to save your gains
                                       in the stockmarket play...

isn't that like putting a penny in an arcade machine

                     till you're out 10 bucks

                                             having had a great time,
                                                         since we keep nothing when we die?

Monday, March 6, 2017

Eating an Climatic Elephant

Have you ever made something piecemeal,
The box comes, the designs laid
But saving, saving, saving.. then grade assembled

Have you ever cooked a four-course meal
The platter comes, the recipes picked
But cooking, cooking, cooking... then horse-cart eat

Have you ever said you were sorry
The convo comes, the remedy made
But explain, explain, explain... then staid rest

Have you ever cleaned an entire house
The people start, the surfaces wiped
But declutter, declutter, declutter... then preeningly smile

Have you ever painted a landscape
The idea sketched, sky and land colored
But layer, layer, layer... then placard hang

Have you ever met a monday
The week ahead, the groceries bought
But labor, labor, labor... then partially play

Have you ever wrote a chapbook
The poems picked, the book laid out
But cut, cut, cut... then stole fat-look

Have you ever hiked a mountaintop
The map gotten, the trail followed
But step, step, step...  then piked shout off

Have you ever loved me
The smile given, time spent with
But hug, hug, hug... then doves' ring

Have you ever flown in dreams
The ground everywhere, then missing it
But racing, racing, racing...  then lost coffee

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Two-and-a-Half Minutes to Midnight

the clock is ticking
on my day-old-coffee
on my central-air
on my clothes I bear

decimation of every 10th second
30 seconds tick off
and I'm at 2 and a half minutes
UNTIL midnight

our destruction we've ensured

The clock is ticking
on my forest
on my roads
on my family

Leaving me to wonder
What good is big Data
What find is big Government
What shit is big Money

Madness in the bedlam brings beds to lambs
And a light to cast away the demons onto the cave wall

If we're lucky, we'll adopt fact-based reality.
If we're lucky, we'll have you helping.
WHY, if we're lucky, it's all-ready-done.
If... bigness should follow suit...
Why, we could play cards that last hour!!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2017


A winter baby,
My first flower remembered by concrete
And back street by earth in Spring
Backyard violets
Tiny and so purple

But now they spring bad
Big Bad Government
Big Bad Money
Big Bad Data
One weaved genetically with the other
Leafing out, flowering out three

Stealing our power
Stealing our money
Stealing our respect

And I'm left wondering did Dada know this?
Did Kafka, and Plathe, and Descarte?
What would Leonardo scheme?
What would Michealangeo paint?
What would Da Vinci invent?
What would Donatello do?

In their poorer living
Faced with eternal enslavement...
Must it come down to climate change

And if clock is reset,
Must we really live without time
For an age... without eclecticity...
Hand to mouth.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Worlds Flow and Crystallize

the water
the wind rejoins

as I sit and watch

the sunshine
the earth holds us all

and I ask, and ask, and contemplate

my stillness
my body flows

another world dispels doubt and despair

I am me
I know who I am now

while adirondack doubt and despair take a flying leap

I show out
I quickly close the door

returning to fire, I let its warmth flow through me
like the fire and vibration of life
returning to me, warmth warms

eclectic universe

addendum finds my own way home last night, too

the four elements
my neighbor speaks on truth today

The body holds the heat in

I'm doing
and sit while holding no-doing

another sunny day grows up

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Towers Outing

I wander stilted, The layers peeled
Up, off, through
The last hack here left me unsynced
Bereft of depth matching, twisted an ankle,
And the ping beacons weren't helping...

Ya, I'm on the upper v-lands, westside
Where our bridges are continual construction projects
And Clears only come once each snowfall

Here's scenic, constant edification
Surrounding ecology, wildlands with wildlife
But with that come wildfires, too

Just not a lot of people
And fewer still that can edit vrshtml
For the augment layers supported by modem
Our ONE cellular tower, privately owned.
Not a lot of use, I guess.
Not a lot of people.

But there were some layers
I downloaded what I could, anyhow
With my handme-down phone
I use to get handme-down clothes
Now I pay for those and get seconds on electronics

What might my 3rd childhood bring...
Handme-down jobs?  An UBER for yardwork?
Handme-down property?  I do not know.
But it's probably somewhere already, in a thrift store.

So ya, downloaded the layers
And walked around, but the ping beacons were dead
The cheap jobbies installed had clouded solar panels
Their batteries were dead, or just erratic,
Pinging off spurioiusly

But it was fun, went up to Towers Park
And there were all the plant names hovering
And season-cycle trailers and gifs
Most of which were missing because without a link
The download is massive for imagery and gifs
But the libraries filled in with words that gifs didn't.

One guy spent two-weeks up there camping
And spent it making an artistic layer
It's cool, most the trees in charcoal
With animal recognition AI plugin on in color
Full 3d-layers in oils for most the bugs
And the deer I saw was perfectly depth-matched
For a whole minute, till said ping-beacons anyway.

My mom and I chatted next to the creek
And I bought time for us on the NFS-wifi
And I could see which pictures she'd shuttered
As they floated past onto the upload stream.
I Oooed and awed as I uploaded audio of several stops.
She shared her twitter feed as I made sandwiches.

Then her robot ran out of juice and she couldn't connect
My eyeballs were drooping low, too,
And she was showing steel.
So I got the dolly and loaded her back up
And motored home to give her a high-five.