Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Doctors

Six months to live 
- what if they tell me that - ?
Am I just being paranoid 
Or preparing . . . 

I have always wondered what's 
On the other side 
Is it a river Styx 
A mount Olympus 
Some pearly gates 
Or a burning place 

Does the soul 
Hang together 
Or dissipate 
     Into space 
An eternal sleep ?
An eternal nightmare ?

The bliss and the white light 
Of God ?
The latter would, of course, 
Be preferable 
If we have any choice 



Monday, June 2, 2014

Worth Watching

Aliens among us -
The Internet is 
     A wonderful thing 
Crop circles 
And messages 
- conspiracies 

I had no idea 
What 
Would come up 
Once the cable was 
Cut -
I do miss tv
And I'm sure it misses me 
I could channel surf 
     So well 
I had my standard pattern 
And many variations 
Default channels 
     To check 
And always up on 
     National news 
The numbers on the remote 
Were worn off
They call it a plug in drug 
And I said,
"So, that's a good thing, right?" 

But then the plumbing and 
The doctor's bills 
And a certain sense 
Of adventure - hit -
Without warning . . . 
Can I do this ? 
Can I live without ? 
There is no Star Trek 
There is no Dr Who 
What do I do 
If they come back on 
     Again? 

There are books and books 
Cluttering up 
Around here 
I could look in a book . . . 

I could contemplate 
The inner realms . . .

I could go visit a friend 
Who has 
Tv . . .

Are there any addiction programs 
For this -
Twelve steps 
Group therapy ?

There are times when 
One just 
Wants to forget
To be talked to and shown pictures 
Even if 
It's only old movies and 
     Car chases 
Why can't "they" manage 
     To be 
      "Creative" 
One can think of so many 
     Wonderful things 
That would be 
"Worth Watching"


Testing, Testing

Waiting. Waiting. 
Why does it take so much 
     Waiting. 
And now there's a child 
     In a stroller -
Why is there always 
     A child in a stroller 
     And why 
Do they always 
Sit by me ?

As I wait to 
Determine 
If I live or die 
And how much trouble 
     It will be. 

Tests 
In the old days 
Did not involve 
Blood 

Pencil and paper
In those days -
But I would still
Worry mightily 

At least 
There is no studying 
For this -
No late nights 
Of panic 

But yes. 
Late nights of fear 
Of a different variety

Life and death 
Draw
Closer together 

It is destined 
To be so 
It is written 
It is the way it is
One cannot fight 
     Progress!

Friday, May 30, 2014

Old Hat

It was time for the gardening hat 
To die 
It was thrown 
     With regret 
On the campfire 
In the back garden
Last 
Evening 

It had seen many days 
Of enjoyment and sunshine 
And some rain
It had shared the joys of the garden
And 
The pains 

There was more sun getting through
Than shade being provided
The straws in the hat 
Had given their all 

And so like they do 
By the Ganges 
In India -
It went up in flames -
It's form remaining for 
     Quite some time -
Burning 

An old friend 
A companion 
Gone -
It's essence to be scattered 
In the garden it helped 
Water

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Dance

So tired of 
     Relationship
So ready to 
     Leave 
Just want 
     To be 
Done 

I can't become 
The one you want 
I am not her 
Please allow me 
To 
Escape 
To be 
     Free

But now -
What is this ?
Is he learning 
     To turn 
To lead 
     To walk 

     To tango ?

The gods laugh 
     That's what they do 
For now there is 
     No way 
Those tall shoulders 
     Can be left 
To chance 
     Now there is 
No way 
I cannot 
Dance - !

Sunday, May 25, 2014

after all

can't force it 
this muse 
where has she gone 
today ?

i guess there's nothing 
she 
wants 
to say - 

these fragile bodies 
we think we're so special . . .
and we are 
I know we are !

just think about it 
won't you?
all this time and space 
exists - 
all these plants and trees 
to make oxygen 
for me ! 

yes, we mess it up 
but 
here we 
     still are 

gravity holds us down -
which is created by 
the earth spinning round
or the fact that it's so big 
to begin with -
either way, 
     it's awesome   

the sun comes up 
the sun goes down 
without that 
where would we be?

who thought this up 
It wasn't me 
It was all built up
for us 

to experience 
these experiences 
of being human 
here and now

someone 
obviously, 
wants us to 

probably would like 
some thanks 
too 

and then there's our 
connection to 

that's the most important 
thing 
it gives us a feeling of being 
and belonging 
and life 
and love
and light 

i guess the muse 
had something she 
wanted to say 

after all   




Sunday, May 18, 2014

Rumi

I look around 
And I see no 
Zen flowers 
Anywhere  :-(

This being has not been 
Contacting 
The infinate 
Lately 

This body 
Has been 
Sic
With fever 
For days -
Inspiration 
Has been 
Lacking 


Don't want to 
Be 
This way -
Without the flowers -
The product 
Of contemplation -
The daisys of 
Devotion 
The roses of 
Heart felt 
Connection

The spice 
Of life 
Has been lacking 

What did Rumi do 
When he felt like 
***** ?