Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Death By Phone...

I can't wait 
     to be dead- 
No more to be 
     responsible for... 

After spending days 
     calling and 
     cajoling ATT
(and knowing 
     that my 
     ride 
with them 
     is only
half-way through),

After being put 
     on hold 
and transferred 
     so many 
     times- 
And no one 
     understands 
     What I'm 
saying....

And after the 
     fifth person
in Whatever 
     Department- 
and the call 
     is dropped-

And after the Service 
     Appointment; 
(waiting for that for 
  three weeks) 
And waiting- 
     three days for 
the "mystery technician" 
     to appear-

And now we have 
no phone at all 
for six more days...
(and yet another appointment 
with "mystery technician")
and all the while 
They are charging 
me $! 
For no service. What-so-ever.
Worse than no service... 
Tormentation and Vexation!

-not to mention 
     listening to so much
     bad 
     "music" 
     while on hold-  

It will be 
     so good 
to have the 
     cremation 
     fire 
consume the 
     flesh from 
     the bones 
and then 
     the bones... 

and the 
     epitaph will 
read something 
     about being 
     -killed-
by ATT

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

rather like a tornado

rather like
     a tornado
given no wind
     to live within

So, like that

our mind
     in its own
          time-

Will be sometimes
      ready to pull
           the switch-
To Gas our  
      own people
"No!"

Sometimes
     that same mind
Reflects
     the moon
With tranquility

True wisdom
     would be
     to see

What sort of mind
     this is
What sort of being
     looks out
     from these eyes

And wants
     children
     to be safe

And lovers
     to be
     undisturbed

What sort of
     light
What sort of
     love
Animates
     this vessel
This lump
     of clay
     This flesh
          and blood

We have grabbed
     the stick
     the wrong
          way round
We have given all

     to magicians
     and thieves

Take some back
Keep some back
for ourselves
     and God

Steal some time
     to read...
          Rumi
     and the Tao
     and Jesus
          -the peaceful
          ones

The heart/mind
     needs our help
     to be kind

For that is
     its own
     nature

This dwells
     within us

And calls us
    
     Home 

Friday, August 16, 2013

worried, so worried...

worried
     so worried 
my spell checker 
     had died 

worried 
     so worried 
my computer 
     was fried 

(like so many 
     before it)

I checked and 
     checked again 
I looked in books!
     found thesaurus
          like a dinosaurus-
     found the old dictionary 
     well used from 
          graduate school 
          40 odd years ago 
               (and believe me, 
               they have been "odd" years!)

Couldn't find this word 
couldn't puzzle out 
     the spelling 

and then, 
somehow I understood
the light began 
      to dawn 
I couldn't believe it 
      really 
for I 
      just "me" 
yours truly 
had spelled 
     this amazing word 
      
correctly!

Svengali... 





Tuesday, August 13, 2013

God's Great Gift

-and you profess 
such great love 
for me 

-and you haven't read 
one word I've written 

-and you are so surprised 
when something else 
happens which 
-you hadn't planned 

-and I love you 
     but 

how can a man 
ever believe what 
he himself 
says? 

how can you guys
be so 
one sided 
so opinionated 
so sure of yourselves? 

don't you know 
you are sitting upon 
a spinning planet 
balanced on a floating earth 
crust 
which is floating upon 
molten 
magma?!! 

-and then you have the 
audacity 
to date 
women? 

oh you feel so secure- 
so sure of yourselves...

this is God's great gift 
this-


Sheets

-and I come 
     to you
with damp sheets 
     -lots-

Not very Romantic 
     But- 
My dryer has been 
     Broken for years! 
and it's overcast 
     here...

Yes, I have a clothesline 
     But- 
Things just 
     get damper- 
What can I say 
     about the 
Overflowing 
     Hamper? 

Does this Great Love 
     extend 
into domesticity?

-all the passion 
     -all the 
          electricity-

Will you man up 
     and load up 
          the dryer- 
Will our Great Love 
     be lit on fire- 

Like the gas flame 
     from within 
          your 
Shiny, new, high class 
     appliance?


Seagulls

Dancing 
     with the new 
          partner 
In front of 
     the old partner 

every thing's peaceful 
     right?
Nobody's going 
     to fight!

After all 
     we're seniors 
          here-
from a supposedly 
     Civilized Society 



Seagulls circling
     on an updraft 
Dancing in 
     the wind... 

So like- 
     we circle 
          our lives 
And each other 

hopefully not 
     like Vultures 
Searching for 
     Carrion 

like the young man 
     who comes to 
          the dance 
Searching for old 
     ladies 
          with money 
Vulture-like 
     with sneaky 
           smile 

No- 
     let us stay 
White Gulls 
     slowly circling 
in an azure blue 
     sky 

With fluffy 
     White clouds 
          floating 
               by 

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Ramblings on July 31

living on the edge 
     between 
reality and dreams 
Plans and Schemes...

Knowing we are dying 
     day by day 

Knowing how close death is 
     and how 
          irrevocable

longing for the 
     sweet cessation 
          of all 
               activity 

Waiting for the 
     Lord 

-To come walking 
     by 
And take me 
     with you 
          -please-

Knowing 
     there is still 

More to do 

Trying to work up 
     Some enthusiasm 
          for this-

Hoping for some energy- 
     to continue- 

Not caring much 
     either way-

Wanting the bliss 
     of Krishna 
to descend 

Remembering when- 

Knowing that one 
     must make 
          the supreme effort 

to sit down 
     and watch it 

     come around 

Why is stillness 
     so much trouble?

Why are the currents all 
     running 
     the other way? 

Why?, Why?, Why?,

I cry 
I sit and sing 
a kirtan song 
     or two or three 

Just to be 
     with thee- 
     my Lord 

for some time 

for a little time 


Please 

make it more