Thursday, December 31, 2015

New Years Tonight

New Years tonight 
It's just a number 
After all 
Whether we count it 
This way or 
That way 
We begin to count 
Again 

We have a moment to 
Reflect 
To wonder 
To resolve to 
Make 
No resolutions 
And to just 
Try 
And live in 
The moment 
Responding to 
The necessities

Creating a space 
Around us 
Of beauty and peace 
Loving what's happening 
Being kind 

God bless us everyone 

Thursday, December 24, 2015

The Hardness of Rocks

This Christmas
Is not so bad
Has more people in it
People wishing well

-Read Steve Jobs-
Parting words,
"Money isn't everything",
Or even very much
When you're preparing
To depart

Words to remember from
One of the most successful people
Ever

Words to reevaluate
This crazy thing
This life
We never really know
How it's going to go
It can be gone
     In an instant
Turn bad and sad
     In a moment

We must find
The kernel
     Of hope
The belief
     In better things
-In better
     Spirit
That transcends
     The hardness of rocks.
The dullness of
      A worried mind

We must sing
We must dance
     It is part of our job
     To vitalize the ether

We need to take that
Seriously

We have no more time
     To learn
     To be kind
There is an emergency
Here
Too much war
Too many bad
Choices
Too much power
     To destroy

Each and every
     One of us
Must shine
Must bring forth what
     Light we can

For our own benefit and
For the rest of us

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Scrooge !

Christmas letters -
Hi we have been doing 
Xyz . . .
And we are so 
Wonderful !!!

All the family 
This and that 
Sorry you -
Are not part of that -
That family 
No you are just the 
Maiden aunt 
I remember my 
Aunt 
And how she was left 
Out 
Of 
Everything 
It's 
A family tradition !

Here's to all the maiden aunts 
May they make their own 
Arrangements  
For 
Everything 

 Betwixt and between 
Not one thing 
Or the other 
No place to fit 
No place to sit 
It's been like that
All along 

There is a prejudice here 
For 
Over-population -
Breeders
At this time of year 

And I suppose it's largely 
My fault (always is) 
For I do not go 
Pound on their doors 
But rather try 
And be no bother 

Drat this time of year 
And all its stupid carols 
Blaring at us from everywhere 
Asking us to buy 
What we cannot afford 
     And they don't want 
They have so much more
     Money than I 
Always have had 
Let them buy what they want 
And leave me be
And tonight 
He 
Has made arrangements 
For us to see 
The play about Scrooge 
God save me !
Why did they have to 
Go to all that trouble 
With ghosts and such 
To dissuade him from 
His perfectly correct 
Assumption 
In the beginning ?








Saturday, December 19, 2015

Me

I want to be
The me 
That I've always wanted 
To be 

The one that's 
Free 

She doesn't wonder 
She doesn't worry 
About 
All the things that 
     Other people get 
Up to 

She serenely passes her days 
In a blissful, foggy haze 
Not worrying, not wondering -
Not wishing things to be 
Other 
Than they are 

To her 
It comes as a complete surprise 
Why other people 
Would want to
Be upset 
Be distressed

Why not be in service of 
This moment 
     It is sacred 
     Made by God 
Meant to be enjoyed 
By us 
Because 

We 
Are 
Here 



Monday, December 14, 2015

Have Patience Please

Please, please
Have patience
With each other

The common person
Wants common things
All over the world

The dogs and cats and
Chipmunks
Want the same things

Enough to eat
A place to sleep
Some warmth in winter
Some cool - in summer

God grant us all this peace 

Friday, December 11, 2015

The Events of Recent Times

Waiting in line 
At Christmas time 
This time so tainted by 
Killings
In the name of God 

Hoping all will be well

Knowing that God 
Does have an odd 
Sense of humor 
Ebola and plague 
And taxes 
What 

We must discover within 
The place of peaceful reckonings
It's really all we seem to have 
That saves us from 
The events of 
Recent times 

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Again

The end of the cold 
Means 
The beginning of life -
Again 
Now 
That I can breath again 
I must
Make plans 
Again 

There are things 
     To do 
Again 
The wheel starts 
Turning again 

I have been spared 
This time -
I have a few more years 
To try some more 
To live the perfect life 
Be 
The perfect person
Who -
Am I kidding ?

Hey I'm not kidding !
I do try 
     And get it right 
And I do get up and 
     Try again 
And again 

It's something I pride myself 
     Upon 
My tenacious ability 
     To never give up -
Trying to find the 
     Solution 
The simple way 
     Of being 
Which the great pundits 
     Speak of
And the answers to 
The burning questions 
All the big ones -

Who 
Exactly 
Are we ?

Why 
Specifically 
Are we ?

Where from? 
 Where to? 
And 
What to do?

Next -



Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Unicorns and Others

Waiting out
This cold
And re-evaluating
This life
My direction 
And how 
I could have gotten 
     So many things 
     So wrong 

You see 
I believed
     In most of what 
They 
Told me  
And 
I've been patiently 
      Awaiting -
Waiting for 
The unicorns 
     To arrive 
 The parents were so sick 
Of war, I'm sure, 
That they too believed that 
Unicorns were 
     Right around 
          The corner 

And when they didn't appear 
(They never appeared)

Well, some of us are 
Still waiting patiently 
We can't believe that people 
Don't leave out 
Food and water 
For them 

We are forever amazed that 
The news never mentions their absence 
That places are not kept sacrosanct  
     And magical 
Natural
Undisturbed
     To provide cover
     And fodder
     And shelter 
For the human spirit-soul 
And also for our Unicorn
Brethren 

Monday, November 23, 2015

Sad

Sad 
So sad 
The people are starting 
     To fight again 
To call each other names 
And 
Fight
In the name of God 
     For God's sake!

Don't they know 
God is love ? 
Don't they go within and 
     See 
Don't they feel the separation between 
     Ego 
And soul
Don't they feel it 
Don't they know 
     How? 

Simplicity itself 
Sitting, breathing
Being 
The complexity of life 
Becomes still
Becomes bliss 
And we become one 
With it 
With bliss 
And the energy of love 
At the core of us 

Simple 
So simple 

Please don't 
Fight 
Anymore 


Friday, November 13, 2015

Last Night

Last night 
There was the decision. 
Go postal 
Or 
Dance Tango! 
Destroy all the things and 
Stuff 
Or dance till the 
     feet hurt 

To get outta my head
Get into the music 
      Instead 
When songs were played 
Which were not 
     Nuevo
It took great effort 
To say 
Very little 
To not push the buttons 
     And turn the knobs 
On our gracious hosts 
     Set up 

And when Pandora said 
There had been too many 
Skips 
Too many choices 
I thought to myself 
     That's no way to do 
     Business 
See if I ever sign up 
For you!!!

Oh I was so needing 
To look at the stars
With you, dear
When 
They were playing 
Unfortunate songs 
And I needed a little rest 
Out onto the patio 
     We stepped 
To breath in the cool 
     Night air 
Thank goodness you 
     Were there 

You let me dance 
Like no other 
Not insisting upon 
Nothing but 
Patterns and 
Steps 
Please 
Never learn so much 
That I cannot move
The way I want to 
When I need to 
Like 
     Last night 



Tuesday, November 3, 2015

The Actor and the Dream

Facebook contact 
With the acquaintance who 
Done me wrong. 
So 
So 
     Very wrong 
So 
So 
     Many years 
     Ago 

What to do ?
     Carefully liking -
     Not commenting -
     Realizing there has been 
          No change 
In 
Ridiculous and 
     Nonsensical
Attitudes
And opinions 

Live and let 
Live 
And 
See what happens with
This newly unblocked 
Line of communication 

It has been ten years 
- A long time to be 
     Unfriended
A long time to be 
Blamed 
And 
Despised
:-)

I have learned so much 
About 
Evil people -
People acting out 
Their own 
Stuff -

Expecting someone else 
To receive their 
Unwarranted 
Anger 

Oh thank God I know better 
Now 
Than to believe in -
     To be affected by 
Some silliness  
Of
Some other 

Some temper tantrum 
Behind some imagined 
Slight 

Thank the Angels 
I can see now 
That behavior belongs to 
     The actor 
     On their own stage 
     In their own drama 
     Of their own creation 

My own stage becoming 
Much more like 
A Zen Garden 
     With a few 
     Well chosen rocks 
     A pine tree 
     A bench 
- For contemplation 
And the seeing 
Of 
The difference between 
The actor and 
The dream 

     




Sunday, November 1, 2015

WHY??


Change - Why?
Daylight screw up time -
Savings. 
They call it saving
Who are they saving ?
They are messing around with 
TIME!! 
I know 
THEY are doing this 
Just to prove 
     THEY can 
Just to 
     Mess us up 
     And keep us 
     Off balance 
To more firmly establish 
THEIR power. !!!

It it illuminate? 
A conspiracy? 
Well -
     It certainly has to do 
With light 
     One hour more 
     Or less 

So now I think we should revolt 
We should all show up 
At the old time 
And refuse to change 
     Any clocks !!!

This clock 
That clock 
Digital 
     Or analogue -

From one time to the next -
The car refuses to divulge 
     It's secrets -
Thanks to Chevy engineers 
     (Or lack of) 
I now will never know 
What time the car is on 
Until I 
     Search through
     And find 
The owner's manual 

Under time 
Index ; clock 
Push this button how? 
A less user friendly way 
Has never been 
Devised. !!!

So I 
Am one whole flippin' hour 
Early 
To church 
Just so 
     THEY 
Can yet again 
     PROVE 
THEIR power!!!

Monday, October 26, 2015

The thirty year lunch

The thirty year lunch

Hi, how r u
What'z been goin' on?

Still dancin'
     Yeah . . .
How's the ranch?
How's the water?
     The well is old -
     From when the ranch was much
          Bigger
          Plenty of water -
But when it rains
If it rains
If it rains hard
     There will be mud slides and
      Flooding
This we know -
But watering
Isn't the same as rain
     The plants know the difference
     I can see
     Just in the yard
     The ground is so dry
           It pulls away our best efforts
           With the hose
And "they" have allowed
So much building
So many more condos
What were they thinking???
Except, of course, about
     Their own
Profit
Of course,
At our expense.

Quality of life
For all -
We all want
A place to lay our heads
At night
Some walls to keep out the
Fright
A gate, a small garden
     To sit in and contemplate
Grow -
A tomatoe plant
Or two

Please rearrange this system -
This monetary arrangement
Where the haves have more than they
     can ever use
And the have nots walk by
With shopping carts
     Piled high
Why ?

Not to take from anyone
Not to make the rich feel small
No
Not at all
For they do employ
And take the business risk
And already pay
So very much
To the government

So when r we gonna do
Lunch ?
We've been sayin'
We're goin' to
And that just doesn't
     Get it done -



Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Very modern, Madam

Thinking I might send this 
To Facebook 
Through the air
     Very modern !

-The library is quiet 
But the chair is hard
- the patron just beside me 
     Blows the nose with 
     Enthusiasm !!

There is a clock ticking 
In the hallway 
And time 
Has 
Slowed down . . .

This place must be 
A hundred years old -
Almost!

Note to self
Bring cushion
Next time -
And earplugs . . .

The librarian makes the rounds 
Every few minutes 
She may be lonesome 
     Sitting here 
All day with old books 
     And ghosts 
There must be 
     Ghosts . . .

Because -
This is not a public library but 
One which has much 
History of mysticism 
 And 
Madam Blavatsky must be 
Looking over us. 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Ascension

The cosmic wave 
From the core 
Of the entire galaxy
     Happened 
Ten minutes 
     Ago 

Darn 
Missed it !

This Ascension 
Is now in operation
Full bore 
As I drink my 
     Coffee . . .

We must work 
     Extra hard 
To find the light
     And share it

The powers that be 
     Might not 
Understand this 
     Because it is 
Within 
That it happens 

It is deep 
     In meditation that 
The blue light 
Becomes white light 
And I 
     Disappear 

Then there is only oneness
And bliss 
And I wish I could 
Stay there 
Forever 

But the old body creaks
     And the knees 
Squeak 
And I must 
Move about a bit 

Before I settle again 
To go again 
Towards the light 
     Within

Someone once said 
Something about -
If thine eye be 
Single 
Thy whole body 
Will be filled 
With light 

And 

He was 
Right !

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Planet X

So it's begun 
The end of the world 
     For some 
Except that 
Yesterday was 
     The day 
Sept. 23. 2015!

A meteor or comet 
     Or Planet X 
Or
Something 

Without TV -
     Utube is just -
Weird

I must remember 
What it was like 
To read a book -
     All that work -
Of 
Turning pages 
     And such 

And 
Try to find something 
Good -
Interesting and 
Not too gross or 
Sad or scary
And well written 
Where is this author?

And why don't I read 
All the books around 
Here 
Now is the time 
To read these things 
I have been saving 
For 
Just such 
A time 

But there is a tango 
Dance 
Tonight 
And 
The world hasn't ended so 
I Might
Go


Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Prayer for today.

Help me. Help me. 
Please 
Save. 
From those dopey people 
Who want to 
Control me. 

Prayer for today. 

Monday, September 14, 2015

Bad Weather For Ducks

We all woke up
     Today hearing a sound 
Miraculous
And
Wonderful 

Rain
Actual rain

Water !

Falling from 
     The sky !

How it got up there-
     In order 
     To fall-
I'm not so 
     Clear on-
Condensation 
     "They" say 
. . . Ok

But the problem is 
     It quit
After I went out to see it 
And everything

Just a little bit -
Just a tease -
As our lawns are dying and 
Our reservoirs are drying 

We need it to rain solid 
For a week 
Like it 
Used to do 

I can remember when
Lakewood would 
Flood
- Most likely that is why "they"
Called it 
That

Adobe soil
Would create seasonal lakes -
That the ducks 
Would 
Sit 
Upon

There was enough open land 
Then -
Not so 
Anymore 

Where ?
Are the ducks 
Going to 
Sit -
To repose -
On their way north 
Or -
South 
Or - wherever 
They go


Monday, August 31, 2015

Where is There?

Waiting. Simply 
Waiting 
Old. Old. Country music 
Playing -

Waiting 
To board the giant metal thing 
Which will hurl me 
Into the air 
Press me back into 
My seat 
And force a silent 
Prayer
From
     The best 
Of us. 

There are no atheists 
In foxholes
Or during 
Takeoff 
     I'll bet

If I don't die 
Of boredom first
 -Death by 
      Waiting -

They -
The engineers 
And ticket takers 
Say 
These things are 
Safe 
More so than 
The cars
And the trucks 
Driven by 
     the half-drunk 
          Rest of us!

Rushing here and 
THERE -

There we are -
-are we there yet ?

They say 
We are -
Or should be -
I feel vaguely guilty -
For never knowing 
What that was 
Or who they are 
Or 
Where is there? 

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Drama

Family gathering 
It's a good 
     Thing 
Repeat after me 
"It's a good thing" 

Thousands of dollars to 
     Get here 
To sit with people 
I don't know 
But 
They are good people. 
They will tell you so. 

How can I explain 
The fractured family 
And I -
Was on the other side 
Of the great 
Divide 

Left alone 
To survive 
As best one can 

There are so many stories 
I've never heard 
But that's ok 
I was busy -
Surviving 

Type A types 
Don't get it 
They can't let it 
Be -
What it is 

They must take life 
And wrestle it 
To the ground 
They have hearts 
      Which have 
Not been 
Broken 

Not stomped
And stood upon 
And laughed at 
And left 
And threatened
With 
Death 

Not to be too 
Overly dramatic but. -


Friday, August 28, 2015

Pretzels

I resolve 
From now on 

To get over myself 
     And -
Love everyone 
Whether
     They deserve it 
Or not ! 

I write this while suspended 
Unnaturally in 
     The ether . . .

I am on a plane ! 
Me !!

One who has the terror 
Of the air !! 
     Big time 
The glass of wine 
Helps 
     Somewhat 
As does 
The solitaire'
     On the phone 

I finally have an excuse 
To play as much as I want 

To keep me 
From contemplating 
The fall 
     From this height 

I remind myself 
     That air - 
Is an actual 
     "Thing" 
And that "wings"
     Are designed to know 
     All about this 

And there's this nice 
     Idaho couple beside me 
All potatoes and 
     And politeness 
Thank God !

And I just happened
To get a forward seat 
With a little more leg 
     Room 
( note to self, 
Ask for this - 
In future )
Speak about the 
Terrible disease . . .

Fear of flying !
     
The little towns 
So small below -
-As we are squeezed
      In here like 
Sardines 
      In a can 
There is no table - no 
Tray 
We balance our cups 
Politely -
Daintily eating some 
Small servings of 
Peanuts 
And 
Pretzels 

They give us these
     I am certain 
To kindly distract us 
     From thinking about 
     How far up in the air 
We are !

We can endure 
Much 
With 
Pretzels !!!



Saturday, August 15, 2015

LADIES !!!

My ,
How times have changed 
The wedding reception today 
Is for 
Two ladies 
Together 

What can I say? 
When I was raised 
One didn't even know 
What that was

I'm still 
Shocked 
But I can hide it 
Well 

It's ok now 
     They say -
Now 

I wish "they" would 
Make up their minds
And print a manual 
So we would know 
What's coming -
What to get prepared for 

How to buy a card 
For the happy couple 
-The wedding, in Central Park 
Complete with 
     Carriage ride !

Goodness gracious 
I question the entire 
Premise
Of marriage -
Always have 

Tried it for awhile 
Couldn't get the hang of 
Having someone underfoot 
- always -
And 
Living with 
A guy - !
Guys are weird,
Different -
Always have been
Always will be 
- watching sports -
- beating their hairy chests -
Love them 
Do 
But need some 
SPACE
some time to process
Some time to 
BE

Oh well 
I go along 
LIFE will never! 
Listen to me -
Be quiet, 
Be calm, 
Be filled with bliss - 
And get along
Do not ! 
Have natural disasters 
Or sadness, sickness of 
     Any kind -

LIFE 
Doesn't listen to 

me




Tuesday, August 4, 2015

WTF ?

I make the mistake of
Reading about catastrophe!
     And how all the world is
     Mad
At all the rest of the world
     And how
All of that will lead to
World War Three!

I make the mistake of watching
     U tube
(No longer can afford T V)
And watching all the people talking about
     Catastrophe!
And how the economic system
     Is not happy
And will shortly
     Cease to be!

Dear me
It is not like they
     Said it would be
In school -
We were given the idea
That the world was a benevolent,
     Ordered thing
Something that philosophers
Could
Philosophize
About

Plato could sit and contemplate
Aristotle could argue
And Socrates had it all
     Figured out

I studied this -
I had to memorize
     And take tests
And write papers !
And now you're telling me
That it was all for naught

This - "education" -
Was not cheap
It was supposed to prepare me
For living here -
On This Earth !

I don't want to say it didn't
Work
But WTF.




Saturday, July 25, 2015

Where?

Where ?
Where can I go 
To get 
A little peace -
A little space -
Even in the book store 
here 
The children fuss and wiggle 
The music reminds me 
Only 
Of what a bad mood I've been in 
Lately 
And then this unmentionable 
Bibliophile guy 
Has to snap his fingers  
Too -
To some nonexistent beat 
     in bad canned Music 

Please  -  please 
Give me some space 
Some space and time 
Before I die 
But 
I realize it's space 
Inside we really 
Need 

And that doesn't take going anywhere 
It only means 
- Sit  down 
sit still 
- Be 
Alone 
With me 

Why is that so 
Difficult 
So hard 
To do 
When it is so simple 
Too 

It's crowded in here 
Inside my head 
I was never taught to -
Never told to -
Be content 
With what 
Exists 
With what we have -
Where would go 
The economy? 
If we all became content 
The vast market crash 
Would do us 
Good 
We could stop and look around 
And say hi 
How're you ?
In every country on every
Continent 
Just 
How are you doing 
Today ?

I say 
Let us continue 
To talk to each other 
Over internet and things -
Let the common person 
Continue to post 
About -
How was their day ? 
In every country 
Every way -
And then we will know 
That we're not all so very 
Different 
After all 

And when they come and offer us 
A gun 
To go and do some 
"Agenda"
Then we will know 
That there is no enemy -
Everyone 
All the "common" people want 
Is just to 
" get along"

Others have an idea 
About 
Ruling the world 
But I know 
- listen to Lao tsu -

The World is 
Sacred 
Don't touch it !

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Saturday

This ground squirrel
Wants my sandwich
     Very bad -
I've got my chair 
     And fresh air 
A view of ocean waves and 
     Surfers too 

Rain !
Is that a drop of 
Rain 
In the midst of the drought -

THEY 
Want to build more 
Houses here
THEY are from 
LA !
How will more building
Help
With the drought? 
THEY are not being 
Helpful 
As usual . . .

So now we have some remnants
Of a hurricane from "south"
I see lightening strike 
Out 
Over the ocean
It comes straight down
In a jagged way
Wouldn't want to be 
Out on a boat 
With a metal mast 
Today 

I hear thunder as 
I get home 
The Gods are playing 
Nine pins 
     They say 
The neighbors and their 
Partying don't seem to be 
     Dampened
But all their motorcycles 
Parked in the street 
Will be wet -
Some small compensation 
For the noise 
Which will probably
Continue into 
The night 
Tonight

I'm sure the 
Ground squirrel
Is safe 
Underground 
Around the boulders hauled 
From somewhere 
To hold back 
The sea 
And to provide 
A cozy place 
For my chair 
     And me. 



Saturday, July 11, 2015

Bazaar!

Where are all the 
Hoards of People ?
We've worked so hard -
Cleaning out our cupboards 
And deciding what to 
Sell 
This belonged to my Aunt 
She had a long and interesting 
Life 
But in the end 
Things didn't go 
So well -
How can I sell 
Her treasures 
At the sale? 
But how long should they 
Sit in their box 
In the garage ?
What if 
I ever wanted to get 
A car in there 
Again? 
Life is not about 
Stuff -
But -
This is AMERICA 
And so
It sort of 
Is

And there's a band 
God save us - !
Singing loud 
And 
Out of tune 
Back from their break 
They bravely carry 
On
I put the only two dollars 
I made 
Into the tip basket -
I lied 
And at church no less 
The church 
Bizarre -
Bazaar !
We had great hopes 
     Coming here -
Lots of money 
And lots more room 
In our various garages 
And closets 
Almost like adding on 
     Another room 
Like people with money do -
Space -
Like they have 
In those magazines 
(Note to self) 
Stop! 
Looking at those 
Magazines - 

You know the ones -
Where everything looks chic
Even the junk
Junque! 
And is somehow color
"Colour" coordinated 

As the band sings 
An off key rendition 
Of my favorite song 
I remind myself 
Life 
     Was never meant to be 
     Any better than it is 
     
Or it would be. 

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Nomenclature

It's so late 
I can't escape 
I've done it again 
Even though I swear 
     And swear again
I won't do this 
     Ever
Again 

The battery is running 
     Out 
The phone has had enough 
Of my poking 
     And prodding 
Of my curiosity
     And philosophying

Tomorrow will punish me 
Undoubtedly
And I will have 
No excuse 
No justification 

I will be angry with myself 
And it won't be funny -
When I struggle
To exist 
To listen 
To have patience 

The excuse of 
Living in the moment 
And 
Enjoying the expression of
Personality 
And 
Writing poetry

Will pale before
The effort of 
Holding it all 
Together 
-Among people 
(Which I'm not so good at 
Anyway)
What to say 
And 
How to say it 
When to laugh 
     Appropriately 
Maybe a little cleverness 
Thrown in 
(Don't push it - 
Just get by) 
Why I 
Do this to myself 
I still wonder 
It is my little 
Rebellion 
I suppose 
My small attempt at 
The artistic life 
I laugh 
At myself 
For such 
Nomenclature 






Fourth of July- 2015 -

By the rockets red glare -
And the fireworks flare 
The 4th of July 
Has come and gone 

Crowds and crowds of people 
And cars 
Carrying chairs and kids and 
Coolers

Beware of the roads 
This long weekend -
People returning to LA
Will be crawling by 

-Locals not even attempting 
The freeway 
Going to church tomorrow 
By the back roads 
     -If I go 

The Fillmore tourist train 
Rumbles through 
Green orchards 
Mountains standing
     Majestically 
     Behind 
We take pictures 
Of each other 
Taking pictures 

Chinese tourists 
Speak Chinese 
Mexican folks herd 
Their kids

The car show 
Is all lowered 
Cars 
And cars that bounce 
Unnaturally

Motorcycle folks
Make lots and lots 
Of noise 
They roar away 
The women awkwardly
Perched behind their men
How can they imagine
That is fun? 
Oh well
To each her own 
I'm sure 
Those girls probably 
have as much trouble 
With their men 
As I do 
With mine

- only different 




Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Happy Birthday

Birthday depression 
Is a legitimate thing 
Older -
Relentlessly 
Older 

And all the things 
I haven't done -
And all the things I'm 
Too old to do -

However,
One can always count 
Ones blessings -
One can give thanks for 
Enough to eat and 
A place to sleep 

One can
Pick oneself up 
And 
Have another cup 
Of coffee 

And please remind me 
That these grey cloudy days 
Are the price we pay 
For living near the ocean 
And 
It's one hundred degrees 
Inland !



Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The usa

Black like me 
Was a book 
I believe 

I remember coming up against 
Affirmative Action -
No way 
To get a job 
Then 

So to pretend 
To be someone else 
Might have made sense 
To some 

To change ones name 
To exist 
To survive 

It shows how nuts we've become 
To legislate 
What we are and what 
We can do 

And to give all the jobs 
Away to other countries too 

What's the world 
Coming to ? 
Or at least 
     The usa.


Monday, June 15, 2015

California

What to do 
What to do 
I overhear someone talking about 
     Doing things 
He speaks quickly 
And talks about money 
     Exclusively 
Having plans 
Blaming others 
Drinking more 
     Coffee 
He seems to be trying 
To impress 
Some girl 
But 
She 
Can't get a word in 
She seems to be much poorer than 
He 
Wonder where that relationship 
Is going ?
She needs to run fast 
     And far -
Or marry him 
     Immediately 
This being 
A community property 
State 

California 

Friday, June 5, 2015

Siri

Having sent my first message 
With Siri 
-i know I'm way behind 
     The times-

But I've read way 
     Too much 
Science fiction 
Not to be 
A little bit 
Scared. 

What if. 
What then. 

You know it's gonna happen 
I am cynical enough 
To know-

To know it's 
Gonna happen 

Has to 

They are way smarter 
     Than us 
     In some ways 
And humility
Would have to be 
Programmed in
And who upon the earth
Knows 
True humility
True patience
True-
     I'm not gonna blow u up 
     Because you're stupid 
     And you're buggin me -

          Patience!

Who knows that and who will 
Teach it to 
All the Siri's
In all the world 
All the "foreign countries"
Who don't wish each other well 
Will be teaching their respective Siri's
To tell each other 
To go to Hell! 

So let's not think to much
     About it 
Let's just drink our 
     Latte
And make our way 
To go to the garden store 

And buy a flower. 

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Tall

I am so done with 
Tall men 

Always having to look up 
To them 

And they always think 
They are -
So 
Tall 

Things I hang at the "right" height 
They -
Run into

I am jealous -
They can reach 
Where 
The rest of us 
Cannot 

They don't even apologize 
For their tallness 
They just stand up straight 
And 
Walk away 

Off on some tall errand 
Of their own 
Which 
The rest of us 
Will never comprehend 

If there are "aliens among us" 
It's probably 
Them 

But they seem to have 
A soft side 
Too -

A big tall heart 
Beating within 
The large chest
I'm looking at 
When 
I'm trying to dance 
With 
You 

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day

Mother's Day 
What can I say 
Not all mothers 
Were really cut out for it 

But back then 
That was it -
No other choice 
But to be 
     Alone 
And not a member 
     Of it -
The greater society 
The wanna be 
Suburb 
Society 

Now I hope 
More choices are 
Available 

Roles not so 
Cast in 
     Concrete

Now I hope 
People realize 
Open heart 
Open mind 
Being kind 

Much better than 
Trying to keep up 
     With someone named Jones
Who didn't really care 
     Anyway 

The old days 
Not so good 
In many ways 

Open mind 
Open heart 

Freedom 
Now
Carve it out 
Find your path 
Find your way 
Your own 
     Sacred path 







Friday, May 8, 2015

Running Things

Today 
I decided to give up 
Some of my 
Campaign -
Some of my insistence 
That all things adhere
To my 
Design. 
- my plan 
- my way 

Just some. Not all -

Just an experiment 
     In freedom 
Maybe I'm not 
     Running things 
After all 

Maybe some things 
Can 
Take care of themselves 
And not bother me 
     At all 
The drought 
Is a case 
     In point -
The garden gets by 
On much less 
Water 
There will be more gravel 
Fewer flowers 
Things change
The flowers that remain 
Looking all the more 
Precious 
And joyfull 
In the sun 

I have fewer years left 
And I'd rather not 
Take myself seriously 
When
I invent some new project 
Which -
I discover -
Doesn't have to 
Be done 




Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Photos

Looking through old photos 
Wishing I could go back 
     In time 
And tell myself 
To 
Lighten Up !!

Be thankful for what you have -
A younger self 
Hope and strength 

I always thought there 
Would be more 
There was something 
     I was going for
This and that 
Perfect bit of existence 
Would be mine 
Just 
     Give it time 

I had a sense of 
     Urgency
And longing for 
And always wondered why 
It all seemed so uphill 
And inflationary 

By the time we've got 
The money saved 
It costs more 

And there's no end to it 

I thought there'd be 
A light 
At the end of the tunnel 

Now I see 
There's just more tunnel 

With some light   Yes 
But the tunnel closes in 
And darkness begins to 
Descend
Friends of friends 
Pass away 
Have memorial services
Celebrate a life 
Well lived 

What have I done with mine 
How have I spent 
My time 

What choice did I have 
But to work and save 
Be the capitalist 
Slave 
And glad to have 
A job 
Or three 

Why give us dreams ?
Joyful wishes -
And then 
Make sure they 
Can't come true . . .

But now I know a secret 
It's been a lifetime 
To learn 

There is another direction 
Where it all rings true 
There is an inner wonder 
A connection 
More important than 
Perfection in 
Material things 

Monday, May 4, 2015

Waiting

Waiting for the rain. 
Waiting for the stock market to fall 
Waiting for me 
To get off of this couch 
And make some coffee

Waiting for an 
     Attitude change
Wanting this slight headache 
To turn into joy 

Magically 

There is a dancing lesson 
Today 
At which time 
I will have to 
Forget myself 
And try hard to 
Remember steps 

Oh yawn 
Great and generous 
Yawn 

I take myself too seriously 
Or not 
     Seriously enough
I have begun 
     Not to care

But not enough!

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Big, Black Hat

Just a description 
Of the biggest flipping cloud
I've ever seen 
Sitting up on top of the mountains 
Looking like a big, black hat 

I'm from Southern California 
It 
Doesn't DO that !

And it rained
So hard -
The big truck I was going 
To pass 
Just moments before
Became a beacon
In the storm 
Hunched over my steering wheel
Windshield wipers as high
As they would go 
I followed those tail lights 
Through the storm 

Looking to the west a moment 
Later -
 there was light !

Looking to the mountain I was 
Going to cross -
It was black !

The sky 
Was 
So black 
And that pass is 
So high 
Tricky to drive 
At the best of times
- the rocks that would 
Come down - 
The lightening that might hit
Me!
And my little 
Car!

I looked up and some 
Part of me said no 
Really - 
     No !
Even though it would add hours 
To the trip 
-Already all day -
We turn around 
We drive toward the light 
We drive out of this 
Storm 

The valley is long 
And beautiful
Cutting through 
Canyons 
With hills all around 
Really beautiful !
Why haven't I been 
This way before - ?
Hills and ranches 
And trucks snaking along 
A gently winding 
two lane road 

Thank God I got gas !

When finally I find the 
Freeway
(I'll be home in a few more hours)
I'll never forget 
How good the smooth pavement 
Felt 
Beneath the wheels of my
Truck 
Just enough daylight left 
To see the beautiful hills and 
Valleys 

Home by 
Night -
Sunset in the 
Rear view mirror. 





Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Return

Tomorrow 
I go -
I return to the life 
I live 
With 
None of my problems solved 
And 
Mail piled up behind 
The door 

I have a few new 
Resolutions
Like 
Don't let it get 
     To me 

Sit and contemplate
     Just 
     Because

Remember what is 
Really important 
And don't 
Let others distract me from 
My life's great purpose 

Which is 
To sit 
And contemplate
The truely great questions 
Which transcend
Even language 
And mentation

Those questions which become 
Oneness
And therefore 
Disappear 
All together

Astounding!

I have come here 
To discover the 
Infinite 

I valiantly begin 
And I am on the doorstep of 
Possible enlightenment 
When

I am told to
Leave 
This shrine -
Which is Dedicated to 
Meditation -
Because 
There will be a class 
Now -
About 
Meditation . . .

I arise 
And stumble out 
The world spinning 
Around me 
From my 
Quick retreat -
My heart pounding 
From the sudden effort 
Of arising from a zero point

This place is so 
Like that 
So many things so 
Misunderstood 

I am not even 
Astounded
Anymore





Sunday, April 19, 2015

Quiet

Hey I'm trying to meditate
     Here -
Where I'm from 
     The sounds of the freeway 
Intervene 
But here 
I am startled by
The cry 
     Of wild turkeys 
     And the honking of 
          The Canadian geese 
And when they stop
The frogs are
Croaking 

I have come so far 
For 
Peace and quiet

I am startled by 
The deer who rests 
     Beneath the porch
And leaves in a huff 
As my suitcase rolls overhead 

And trees -
There are maybe a 
     Million trees 
Which no one planted 
     But God 
Which no one waters 
     But God 

There is landscape here 
     -naturally occurring-
A person would pay a lot 
To have these boulders 
     Brought 
And the stream run through 
     A giant 
Pump. 

All this -
So my mind 
Can slow down 
And stop
Awhile 

To remember 
     What 
Is truely important . . .

Is that the dinner bell 
     I hear ?

They now have 
Wifi
And I brought 
An iPad 
So 
It's not nearly 
As quiet 
As it used to 
Be 






Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Priceless Treasures

How can one little truck 
Hold 
    So much stuff!!
It's like a time capsule
     In here . . .

Sand from the last trek
     To the beach 
And a few shells 
And rocks 
Why
Must I bring home rocks ? 
I have rocks, pebbles and stones
From sixty years gone -

My father 
Collected rocks -
     Also 
Carefully finding them 
- After we'd passed the 
     National Park 
     Sign -
One for each trip -
They are still at
     The old house 
     I'm sure 
They were as heavy
As he could comfortably lift 
So there 
They sit -
Too heavy for 
Me 

I'm more the pebble sort 
(Be careful to empty pockets
- before washing!)
I try to resist 
The urge 
I look away 
But I sometimes find 
The same one 
On the way back 
Saying,
     "Pick me, me!"

And I still haven't 
Really figured out 
     What to do 
With all these priceless
     Treasures

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Escape !

Planning again 
My escape 
For a few days - the trees 
Will 
Surround me 

There was is so much resistance 
To this 

And so far to go 

Resistance from others 
And myself  - wondering if 
It will be worth 
All the trouble and
Expense. 

But there is a part of me 
That sings
Yes, yes, 
It will be worth all the trouble 
And 
Expense 

To be able to get away 
From 
All the things 
Not done 

And the pressure cooker 
That is u
Dear . . .

To be alone 
With the friend 
To discover again 
The relationship with 
That -

Time to clean out
The truck!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Shamen

There is a fairie
Hiding here 
In 
The old mission church 

I can feel her 
Here 
Just barely peeking out 
From behind the pew

But she is a little  sad -
Not too many folks 
Know how to see and 
Perceive 
Her here

She is happy 
To be seen 
To be 
Perceived 
There is that little sparkle 
Around the edges 
That life 
Arising -
That bit of light 
Like
Tinkerbell

It's been awhile 
Since the Indian shamens
Were tamed 
And went away -

But today
We see 
That their 
Legacy 
Lives on 

If we but 
Look 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Drought

We've had as much rain 
As usual here

I've been here 60 plus 
     Years . . . 

Might it be the addition of 
Millions more 
People -
Condos, apartments,
And housing tracts ? 

Every build-able inch
Being built 
On 

Not everyone can live 
Everywhere
For if that 
Were true 
We'd all be 
In 
Beverly Hills 
I'm sure 

But then Beverly might look like 
Mumbai
( the RICH would rant 
And rave)

So 

It's raining now 
"They" will let it all 
Run into the sea

When every drop 
Should be caught 
But then "they" might 
     Have to 
Stop complaining 



Monday, April 6, 2015

The Easter Bunny

Happy Easter
Happy Spring
Happy World
To
Everyone

Not necessarily
     Even Spring
Everywhere . . .

Let us not be
Ethnocentric
Egocentric
Here

Why ?
Well -

As we can see
Too many people
Fighting
About too many
Things.

Our world is
Unhappy
About that
And
Pollution

World is unhappy
About
That, for sure,

So . . .
This Spring, Easter, or Fall
Let us all

Dedicate to peace
Read Lao Tsu
Meditate and cogitate
For just a few minutes even

Become one within this moment
Do
And I think we'll see
A change for the better-
For the world-

The Easter Bunny
Will thank you


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Questions . . . ? . . .

Why don't I remember
To sit 
With the 
Infinite . . . ?
     More often 

The world 
And all its stuff
Just -
Too
Distracting !

When I do -
I remember -
That this is 
What I 
Want to do.
     and all my 
Questions 
     About everything 
Begin to fade -
     They become grey 
And transparent 
     And then like smoke 
They blow 
     Away 

Friday, March 20, 2015

STUCK

Have I lost my ability 
To hide 
Have I lost my 
"Chops" 

What is this 
Circumstance 
Telling 
Me 

That there is a need 
In me 
To walk alone 
Along 
The shore 

With no one knowing 
Where 
I've 
Gone 

But now
With the
"Phones" -
Everybody knows

There is a little pin 
Put on a map 
To 
Disclose 

Maybe one should buy 
The 
"Hermit " phone 
With which one 
Could call out 
But 
Never in 

But that would necessitate 
Said hermit dealing 
With the 
"Phone folks" 
And that 
Would then be -

A contradiction 
     In terms
(About terms, 
     And such) 

Therefore I declare 
I shall learn 
How to better 
     Run away 
And where to stay 
And "doh"
     I forgot my phone 
- at home !!
Or
I forgot to turn it on -

But I can't resist 

The thing 

I'm stuck!


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

British Person!

Hello British Person 
My stats. said 
You read my blog 
Just one -
Just one of you 

How are you
Today ?

I'm sitting waiting for 
     The doctor to arrive 
Always a good time 
     To communicate 
With friends 

So I wonder if you 
Get 
All the innuendos -
And word choices. From 
The former colony ?
Sometimes I wonder if 
We ever should have 
Left 

The fold 
So-to-speak 

We could have had much 
     Better access 
To much 
     Better 
Tea 

And we 
Certainly would have 
Spoken 
With accents more 
Lilting 
More enjoyable to 
The ear 

So I hope your weather is 
Balmy
And the tube does 
Run on time 
     Make sure to keep your 
English qualities 
For 
I am convinced 
It's the only bloody thing! 
Holding our world together 
Anymore - 

Senior Moments

Can we welcome our senior moments 
Like old friends
Don't they tell us to 
Slow down and be 
Where we are 
For a change 

Yes -
Except I'm standing here 
Not knowing why or where 

Look at the sky -
You are on earth 
Zipping around the sun 

Very zippy. 

Maybe slow down and try 
To keep it simple 
Food, clothing, shelter 
Yes 
     But where 
Did I leave 
Them? 


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Move Through Worlds

There's a way to move 
Through worlds -
Dancing 

Let go and move 
Together 

These moves may not be 
Approved 
By the teacher 
But 
We move together 
Making our own 
     Using theirs 
     As a beginning 
     As a starting point 

This sort of dance is a fusion of fun 
And movement 
And music 
Not many can do 
     What you can do

Dear 

If our ankles and knees 
Can keep creaking along 
(At our age) 
I think I can see some very special 
Moments 
Together 

I can see why they say 
It is harder to find 
A dance partner 
Than a spouse 

I am so grateful. 

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Millionaires

The millionaires 
Are 
At it again 

Ruining 
The 
Neighborhood!
Building a millionaire house 
Up on the hill 
Overlooking the temple -

Back in the day 
It wasn't this way 
Used to be 
Country here 
Beautiful place 
Overlooking the sea 
Looking a lot like 
Tuscany 
Now there's a new Tuscan villa 
Within sight 
And as I try and meditate 
All I can hear are hammers 
And saws 
Disturbing my peace 
And the peace 
Of this 
Place 

And why the type 
Has changed 
I haven't a clue 
Do u? 

And now to stop 
Messing around and put 
My earplugs in 
And see 
What I can see 
Of 
The other side. 

Try to keep up!

She died 
And today 
     Is 
Her birthday 

I wish she was
     Still here 
To deal with you
     Dear -

Not that I don't 
     Love you 
I do 
     But 
 I'm clueless 
     When it comes 
To - 
     People . . .

What do they want? 
     Why are they here? 
And then -
     They're always 
     Talking !
Endlessly understanding 
     Everything 
More than 
     Me 
- More than I 
     Do -

I try to 
     Keep up 
I tell myself 
     To listen 
And respond 
     Rightly 
But 
     I know 
I'm not very good 
     At it 

Don't they know 
     The friend? 
Aren't they the 
     Least bit interested 
In such things 
     As God's love 
and 
     Eternal bliss 
What ?

I've never understood 

How they can talk 
     Endlessly 
     Of 
          Trivialities -
I try to keep up 
     I do 

How

How can I make something great 
Out of this day ? 
Be thankful for each small thing -
     They say 
Sit 
     Cross legged and 
Contemplate 
But 
Don't 
Think 
     Too much. 






Friday, February 20, 2015

Enough

Why don't they tell us 
In our schools 
What to do 

Just dance the tango 
With friends 
Have a taste of 
     Fine wine 
Talk a little about 
     Nothing 

Why don't they tell us 
In school -
It's about 
The life 
Within 
Which is enough 
For anyone 
If they can only 
     Realize 
They have it 

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Indigenous People

What to do 
What to do 
U r gonna be here soon
I should really 
      Pick up this room 

But that would 
Necessitate 
Arising 
From my perch 
Upon the couch 
And losing any chance 
Of 
Contemplation
     Should it arise . . .
Today 

Drifting between nap 
And 
Meditation -

I have done several 
Difficult and necessary things 
Today 

Perchance
I have earned 
A rest

I should go running 
(Or at least
Walking) 

I read an article about how 
Indigenous people 
Cooperate

Do they allow each other
To rest on couches 
Or is it all hunt 
     And gather -
And cooperate
24/7?

And there are no screens or 
Air conditioning
Most likely
Damn few 
Couches

I agree 
We all need 
To cooperate more
Completely

And 

Something 

Needs to be 

Done -

about it!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Tonight I Met The Tango

Tonight 
The tango mysteriously 
Appeared -
It seemed I was dancing 
Not with the partner 
But with -
Tango 

How can I say -
There was a presence there 
A certainty
That the world 
And the Tango 
Were turning 
In synchronicity-
Sameness -
And correct 
Equation -

The partner mattered 
Not as much as 
The dance 
And the "presence" of
And this could be transferred 
From dance to dance 
And would stay -
And certainly
Outlast us 
All

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Jewelry

A life of contemplation 
Of wondering on 
The whichness 
Of what 

One likes to think that 
One is forging an adventurous 
Path 
Not always easy 
But -
Inevitable 
Not always understandable 
But 
Rewarding
Non-the- less 

Others may 
Scratch their heads 
And wonder
But then 
They seem to be too busy 
On their own path 
To care 

Just as well 
We know that
It would only distress
Them to know 
That there are answers 
To find 

Depths - 
     To mine 
And
Treasures -
Sparkling 
     Jewels

To find 






Flying Lessons

Today being Sunday 
I went 
To the new age church
     Service
Where everything is positive !!!

Positive thinking -
     Smiling 
Being kind 
     To your mind :-)

Singing joyful songs 
Believing wonderful 
     Things 

And now 
I just want to 
     Hide 

In the cool darkness 
Of my house 
     And sulk 

Not that I'm depressed -
But last night's dance has left me 
Tired 
And I wonder -
If you'll ever pick your arms up -
Dear 

Do you know how disappointing 
That is? 
Obviously 
You don't -

I must give up 
My desire for perfect 
Form -

And content myself 
With as many turns and 
Whirls 
As I can get 
When I escape from the 
     Confines
Of your lazy 
Arms 

My last partner was 
A natural -
We could fly 
And spin 
Again and again

But he was also 
Mean 
And you are 
Kind 

And
I have learned
The difference 

I am "positive" enough 
To hope 
That we can learn 

To fly 

Together. 






Thursday, January 29, 2015

Letting Go



Letting the old suit case 
Go
The zipper sticks
It will not 
Go. 

How many memories 
How many miles 
Have the little wheels 
     Rolled 

How many trips 
To the mountain 
To meditate 

I many times 
Take too much 
Stuff 
But-
One never knows. 

Will there be need of 
     The hot plate for 
     Coffee?
Sometimes spiritual places 
Feel there is no need 
For coffee 
Makers -
What?

Are they 
     Insane?

There is an even greater 
Need 
Here among the pines 
For tea
For coffee 
-To sip and watch 
     The steam rise 

Because we know 
We are  
     Going into battle 
One must gird ones
     Loins 

The mind will not
Just roll over quietly -
The ego will not just 
     Give up -
But must be 
     Encouraged
With a hot cup 
     Of 
Something soothing 

Before 
It is asked to 
Begin 
The game 

The chess game 
- the checkerboard of nights 
     And days -
The life -
The asking why 
And who and how -
The investigation of 
     It's own demise 
For this 
I need - 

Coffee