tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30431237484594083382024-02-21T17:13:31.105-08:00David The MakerItches should be scratched. The problem with poetry is that the person doing the itchin isnt the person doin the scratchin.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-64627845196991529782013-09-22T12:44:00.000-07:002014-06-06T17:53:20.038-07:00WhispersThere is no white<br />
As white<br />
As white remembered<br />
<br />
There is no poem<br />
As white<br />
As white rememberedBookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-50750597204895834032011-12-17T14:38:00.000-08:002013-09-22T12:47:35.282-07:0058. Definitionscomes the definition of love<br />
between two<br />
comes the definition of love<br />
then three<br />
<br />
comes the definition of love,<br />
man, woman<br />
comes the definition of love,<br />
child<br />
<br />
comes the definition of love,<br />
mother, father<br />
<br />
comes the definition of love,<br />
the country<br />
<br />
comes the definition of love,<br />
the Buddha<br />
<br />
comes the definition of love,<br />
whispers of allBookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-55020581367232119552011-11-26T18:14:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:14:19.549-08:0057. Point In LivingWhat is the point in living?<br />
There is no point in living.<br />
Because in living <br />
there is no singularity.<br />
The number of points in living<br />
is a small infinity.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-51069147107615612572010-04-02T13:29:00.000-07:002010-04-02T13:41:01.156-07:0056. About the AuthorMr. G has been writing poems, two or three a year, for the last 40 years.<br />He does not think he has a method and is not even sure if his lines should be considered poetry.<br />Whatever they are they came to him from god—knows—where and have strong meaning to him but may mean nothing to others.<br />He realizes it is very presumptive to try to send them out when they will probably be considered sophomoric or ignorant by serous poets. (or, maybe it could be considered brave?)<br /><br />Mr. G collects poems and goes goes thru several poetry books a week looking for poems he likes.<br />Mr. G rarely finds a poem he likes.<br />Some of the reasons for this is that he dislikes poems that use the following words: I, my, our, we, you.<br />These pronoun poets reminds him to much of the many people he has met who have only one boring subject, themselves.<br /><br />Also, Mr. G can’t stand poet angst.<br />He also dislikes poems that anthropomorphize things, such as, 'the cloud cried', 'the water smiled' etc.<br />He also dislikes lines that are indented for no reason that he can determine.<br />These dislikes, and others that he cant articulate, means he can go thru a book of poems in ten minutes.<br />So far, out of the thousands of poems Mr. G has tried to read, he has found 800 poems he likes.<br />He is not interested in determining why they appeal to him.<br /><br />Mr. G considers poetry the essence of language and his poems are the essence of his language.<br />Actually, his poems are really one poem broken into little pieces.<br />None of his poems have ever been completed.<br /><br />Mr. G does not welcome your criticism but realizes that your conceit in thinking you know what the hell he is talking about will probably mean he will throw it away and keep on doing what he likes.<br />A self taught poet ... (I know I know)<br /><br />Mr. G has spent the first thirty years of his life growing up, the second thirty years working, and the third forty years plus (knock, knock) doing whatever he damn well pleases (he is also a believer in the Oxford coma).<br />He collects round rocks, natural not man made.<br />He also collects the flyers that fortune tellers put on car windshields, any additions to these collections would be appreciated.<br />Mr. G. lives in the nicest city in America and feels pity for those who do not.<br />But, he would like to state that if there is anyone with an apartment in Manhattan who would let him stay for any month of the year he would be glad to dedicate a poem to him/her/it.<br />Mr. G attended Noble Elementary school in Detroit, Michigan<br /><br />Mr. G has never won a poetry prize or a prize of any kind.<br />His heart was broken when at the age of seven he lost his first and last bag jumping contest.<br />He has never entered a contest since.<br /><br />LoveBookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-45534271169786401452009-09-04T13:55:00.000-07:002015-03-20T15:19:03.479-07:0055. Infinity Begins At The Thumb<span style="font-family: arial;">From: Brodie's Report by Jorge Luis Borges.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">"I have spoken of the king and queen; I will now say something about the witch doctors. I have mentioned that there are four of them; this number is </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">the largest that the Yahoos' arithmetic comprehends. They count on their fingers thus: one, two, three, four, many, infinity begins at the thumb" </span><br />
<br />
Infinity begins with the thumb and connects you<br />
to the rest of infinity between one and two.<br />
<br />
Past the thumb everything is other,<br />
not me, not you<br />
that which is beyond us,<br />
everything else,<br />
the completion/complexion of a circle, of infinite other.<br />
<br />
The witch doctors knew.<br />
We are surrounded by infinity<br />
We are filled with infinity<br />
We are infinity<br />
<br />
Our touch circle - hard-bound.<br />
Our smell circle - expanding and contracting.<br />
Our vision circle - far reaching.<br />
Our hearing circle - hits of molecules.<br />
Our empathy circle - complexions of concerns.<br />
<br />
The four of us and then the many.<br />
The saint may encompass those past four<br />
but we cannot see beyond our reach.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-80507570834711573572009-05-17T14:13:00.002-07:002009-05-17T14:31:41.010-07:0054. As My Nation Grows.<br />As my nation grows<br />it expands as branches do from trunk to stem,<br />from nation to citizen<br />and we as rivulets flow together to<br />become a great river.<br /><br />What flows out of us makes our greatness.<br />What flows into us creates the humanity<br />of a new destiny.<br /><br />The fragility of greatness.<br />The decay of greatness.<br />The parts that decay.<br />the parts that grow.<br /><br />The growth of understanding you/they are us<br />and need our help.<br />Spreading compassion with our wealth,<br />consigning political openness, free expression,<br />religions galore<br />and walls of laws.<br /><br />Concentrations of compassions,<br />dispensations of tolerance<br />with the strength of forgiveness.<br /><br />Us.<br />Them.<br />We.<br />Alike in our dichotomy.<br /><br />And in our future, the complete American,<br />with a Chicano smile, Asian eyes,<br />African tans, Nordic hair, Roman noses.<br />We Americans, a product of the whole godgiven world.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-2728271452980859422009-05-01T13:30:00.000-07:002015-03-20T15:19:47.747-07:0053. Willie Nelson Warms<span style="font-size: large;">Sitting in this cold room</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">listening to Willie Nelson</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I realize that music warms,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I don't think science knows this yet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">God bless you Mr. Nelson</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for warming an old man</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with 'old worn out memories' and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">'themselves and their slow moving dreams'.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Transforming sound into a warm glowing inebriation.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Inebriation's of vibrations</span>.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-7681392939307937972009-04-26T09:24:00.001-07:002009-04-26T09:24:30.755-07:0052. My City.<br />There are wonderful places in my city,<br />mirrors behind counters reflecting forgotten visions,<br />warm wood beer bars,<br />parks that disappear in<br />vertical streets, views of blues and whites,<br />corners that aren't, apexes of angles,<br />controlling colors, that only<br />the aware know and love.<br /><br />Unknown by newspapers, televisions, radios,<br />tourists, concierges, incomers.<br />Intersections<br />of awareness where<br />dabbles of happenings<br />created places that were cases of misunderstandings.<br /><br />We aware<br />keep them to ourselves<br />attending them with private pleasure and hidden love.<br />Outliers happy to have our special moments there where<br />the verbals<br />are unaware that something special<br />is about.<br /><br />We, the aware, who are strangers to each other<br />glance across the room and recognize our kinship.<br />The understanding of unique beauty placed before us.<br />Visual LSD.<br /><br />A melding perception of us<br />into a clarity of you, me,<br />in this together.<br /><br />Look, see, feel, enjoy,<br />be aware.<br />Understand the silence that surrounds you<br />and enjoy the confusions.<br />Learn to ignore the language<br />controlling your thoughts.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-39631458766924712632009-04-17T13:17:00.000-07:002009-05-17T14:31:13.506-07:0051. The Stuff Of Atoms.<br />The stuff of atoms that came from everywhere all the time<br />and<br />merged into:<br />folded into:<br />joined into:<br />energized into:<br />togethered into:<br />turned into:<br />twisted into:<br />cahoots into:<br />a minded body<br /><br />that looked around and became a continuing.<br /><br />That is why it is so important to<br />eat your cereal with a smile and<br />keep those babies coming.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-82743762839244759902009-02-08T13:45:00.000-08:002009-02-08T13:47:44.204-08:0050. Cracks.<br />The truth is I measure cracks.<br />A life spent in measuring cracks<br />is not understood,<br />walls, floors, ceilings are easy<br />but then there are sidewalk cracks<br />that depend upon my mothers back.<br />Cracks are big in my mothers world.<br /><br />Inches of space are big in my world.<br />To see them everywhere<br />requires belief<br />in the uncertitude of future events.<br /><br />Hairlines in bones<br />are mercies of unknowing.<br /><br />A life spent measuring cracks<br />means you live alone<br />in small rooms.<br />Boxes of pressure.<br /><br />The street you walk on is<br />moving by unfelt forces<br />and the three ravens flying overhead<br />have meaning.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-46024821795106785762009-02-08T13:41:00.000-08:002009-05-17T14:25:27.874-07:0049. Message To Icarus On The WaterHug is such<br />an ugly word for such<br />a simple pleasure.<br /><br />As I would save you,<br />my hug gently placing you<br />on the land where you<br />would create futures of children.<br /><br />Our flights are separate<br />and part of the whole.<br /><br />Alone together,<br />Living in this forth dimension of years,<br />you, me,<br />two thousand five hundred years.<br />A pittance of tears between us.<br /><br />A father who causes the<br />death of his son.<br /><br />Living with the death ache.<br /><br />"Save me father!"Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-38570520080759947652009-01-05T13:14:00.000-08:002009-01-05T13:15:26.344-08:0048. Growing.<br />Describe our mother sitting there<br />weave your hands in flowing hair.<br />Describe our father running there<br />push the walls of weak despair.<br />Describe our sister ridding there<br />see the infant in repair.<br />Describe our brother silent there<br />see the child stop and stare.<br /><br />We grow into maturity as skirmishers<br />advancing through the country,<br />alert to the necessary hurt.<br />Accumulating the necessary ammunition<br />to face the enemy.<br />Whoever.<br />Whenever.<br />Wherever.<br />Accumulating options of illusions.<br /><br />How to describe such bangs?<br />Hits of hurts<br />or jolts towards loving growth?Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-51171402739917518332008-12-28T13:33:00.000-08:002008-12-28T13:35:59.230-08:0047. Living In Two Worlds.<br />One world provides order<br />requiring one step leading to another step<br />where action has consequence,<br />where senses are coordinated to the life<br />of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">f0rwardness</span> and sequence,<br />aware of but not understanding the other.<br /><br />And then, into the other<br />where everything is permitted and accepted.<br />This world has no awareness of the other.<br />This world takes you to everything, all possibilities,<br />all sequences,<br />moving in, on, around, back,<br />where time is not a substance that can be divided.<br />Understanding is not borrowed<br />and truth is not required.<br />All memories appear and fade.<br />A glade of consequence creating a memory<br />of infinite options.<br /><br />The perfect time of day<br />sliding into bed knowing its over<br />and you can resume your journey<br />to the other land where what<br />happens is not constrained by the pillory of reality.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-91044555093260631202008-12-01T13:24:00.000-08:002008-12-01T13:27:37.314-08:0046. Religious Poem For Cosmologists Part Two.<br />In the beginning came agitated fast stuff<br />creating some-where from no-where<br />spreading to every now-where.<br />There was no in or out, no up or down,<br />no cross town buses.<br /><br />Then the slowing began.<br />Breaking apart began.<br />Waves of things appeared.<br />And the fast stuff began to lump<br />but not yet in the throat.<br /><br />And the lumped stuff came together.<br />Hardness appeared.<br />Distance appeared.<br />Pulling appeared<br />as in the dance.<br /><br />Pushing appeared from everywhere<br /><br />Waves of time appeared.<br />Hard things began to stick to each other.<br /><br />And in the end of that now<br />memory appeared on the face of the earth.<br />And, as in this poem, the error of completion<br />confused the understanding knowledge<br />which will never be complete<br />and gives a reason for moving on.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-19924893119876621442008-11-08T15:16:00.000-08:002008-11-10T15:30:09.976-08:0045. The Essence of Language.<br />Gravity, the essence of togetherness.<br />Togetherness, the essence of matter.<br />Matter, the essence of structure.<br />Structure, the essence of form.<br /><br />Energy, the essence of movement.<br />Movement, the essence of time.<br /><br />Water, the essence of life.<br />Life the essence of continuity. <br /><br />Poetry, the essence of language.<br />Language, the essence of civilization.<br />Civilization, the essence of our future.<br /><br />Mindfullness, the essence of thought.<br />Thought, the essence of awareness.<br />Awareness, the essence of memory.<br /><br />Music, the essence of joy.<br />Joy, the essence of loving.<br />Loving, the essence of being.<br />Being, the essence of living.<br />Living, the essence of remembering.<br />(The essence of love is the departure of self<br />into the essence of being)<br /><br />Family, the essence of humanity.<br />Humanity, the essence of our definition.<br /><br />Children, the essence of us.<br />You, the essence of me.<br /><br />Death the essence of past.<br />Past the essence of future.<br /><br />And we?<br />Together we are the essence, the protozoa, <br />of a future intelligence.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-31863542473927452042008-10-03T15:09:00.000-07:002009-05-17T14:30:40.086-07:0044. Religious Poem For Cosmoligists.<br />There was now.<br />There is now.<br />There will be now.<br />Nows of knowledge,<br />nows of passings<br />and in-decisions.<br /><br />Wave-arch, wave-fall—<br />conscription's of events<br />of doubtful doings<br />and ding-a-lings of reversals.<br />Until that end, the floating back,<br />to the next mix.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-53420990729536644962008-08-04T14:29:00.000-07:002008-08-04T14:34:08.946-07:0043. Old<span style="font-style:italic;">(After seeing a photo of an old woman holding<br />a photo of herself when young)</span><br /><br />I was beautiful<br />and sat beautiful<br />horses on beautiful days.<br />Thru parks of people<br />who greeted me<br />in recognition of my beauty.<br /><br />On stage, at the end of<br />my performance, the sound<br />of clapping embraced me<br />in gladding affirmation.<br /><br />Yesterday I became old<br />with slow needs<br />and memories of beauty.<br /><br />Today, an old man winked at me<br />in memory of my beauty.<br />In gladding affirmation.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-8889524782272865302008-07-17T06:56:00.000-07:002008-07-17T07:04:41.580-07:0043. Three AMThe pleasure of waking <br />at three ante meridiem<br />to a cool dark quiet hour.<br />Then light and a book of poetry <br />that provides awareness of a defined complexity.<br /><br />A complex awareness of a defined destination<br />finding a poem that scratches an itch<br />I did not know I had<br />in the certitude of night.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-86246517134451747532008-06-15T13:22:00.001-07:002008-06-15T13:22:43.045-07:0042. The Damn ThingHaving absorbed <br />metaphor and simile,<br />the old versifier <br />now knows <br />it is enough<br />just to get the damn thing out.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-33277777114757343902008-06-15T13:02:00.000-07:002008-06-15T13:04:45.329-07:0041. NowsThere was now.<br />There is now.<br />There will be now.<br />Nows of knowledge,<br />nows of passings,<br />and in-decisions.<br /><br />Wave-arch, wave-fall.<br />The wonder of life,<br />living with conscriptions of events, <br />of doubtful doings, that include<br />ding-a-lings of reversals.<br /><br />Learn to control the tumbling <br />so that at the end<br />there is a smoothness to<br />the floating back to<br />the next beginning to<br />the next mix.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-16676802331576582892008-05-25T16:13:00.001-07:002008-06-01T15:05:41.018-07:0039. Teeter Totter.<br />A fulcrum is a point of love,<br />a point of honor, a point sienna.<br />The still holder, the center, not moving moves.<br /><br />The Seven Just <br />mentally adjust <br />the lives of others by being the what <br />of what they are.<br /><br />The lesser movers move to keep their balance <br />adjusting themselves by falling into current positions<br />thereby loosing their balance and falling into current positions.<br /><br />Meanwhile, back at the ranch, <br />Tonto, not knowing the Lone Ranger<br />has disguised himself as a fulcrum,<br />shoots his point off.<br /><br />Now back to out liaison, lesion, lesson.<br /><br />The necessity of balance without awareness of the point <br />creates the necessity of balance<br />without awareness of the point.<br /><br />The boy sits staring,<br />the girl sits staring.<br />The center moves, the thing is done,<br />no adjustment of your set is necessary.<br />Everything is there, <br />it always was there, <br />it will always be there.<br /><br />A blessing upon us.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-51168742854687093642008-05-11T16:34:00.000-07:002008-06-01T15:05:07.942-07:0038. Old New York.<br />Huge steel beams swinging silently <br />to the noise of soft skinned men.<br />Grinding fears driven by grinding gears.<br />A man made city making the man<br />with eruptions of living around distractions of events.<br /><br />Streets of instant people going instant ways<br />with tubes of distant people lost in lonely days.<br /><br />Tunnels of no love.<br />Drunk in roar, sunk in roar, drowned in roar.<br />I's eclipsed by it's.<br />A logical insanity.<br /><br />Weak men made auto strong<br />with empty women made sticksmear pretty,<br />seeing what their words show them,<br />knowing what their friends told them,<br />describing this world as a fact<br />resting securely on what they dare not know.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-40472596660868394612008-05-05T14:00:00.000-07:002008-05-05T14:02:58.115-07:0037. You're It!You're It!!<br /><br />Of course<br />You have always been it<br />But you never knew it<br />But now you know it.<br /><br />First the touch,<br />Then the run to another touch<br /><br />The responsibility of being it<br />So be it.<br /><br />Lighten Up.<br />To know it<br />Is to be it.<br /><br />We its got to stick together.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-82382341766944730902008-05-05T13:46:00.000-07:002008-06-01T15:04:40.622-07:0036. Attention ArtistsAttention Artists<br /><br />A Picasso face is not a face that leaves a place to hide.<br />A Roualt face is not a face that lets the weak inside.<br />So wrap yourself in pure white sheets <br />and let the folds surprise.<br />Increase the feel of I release<br />to deep the higher sides.<br /><br />Knock yourself against yourself, <br />your stranger,<br />and discover summer handles<br />turned by beginners rising to the lonely <br />awareness of unanswered singularities.<br /><br />Become the shadow of your small desires.<br />Establish the boundaries of your aloneness.<br />Grow into the noisy limits of your awareness,<br />Realizing the inarticulate ineptness of your questions.<br /><br />Construct a moment in your life that peaks the human tide.<br />Ma-tric-u-lat-ing<br />in all directions where<br />white has no limits and black has no boundaries.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3043123748459408338.post-66430253067050835882008-04-27T16:20:00.000-07:002008-04-27T16:24:08.172-07:0035. Letters Of Transist.<br />You have got to get out!<br /><br />To do this you <br />must start searching for<br />the Letters of Transit that will allow you<br />to leave the foreign country you <br />have created in yourself.<br /><br />The search begins with forgetting<br />that which needs forgetting.<br />The search continues with forgetting<br />the I, that interfering logjam, <br />the I-jam, that creates internal pain<br />causing you to create external pain.<br /><br />Those tattered thoughts of broken aspirations<br />built around the requirements of others,<br />little hungers controlling your life.<br />Anxious continuums exerting sublime forces,<br />displaying hunger, desire, resignation.<br />Go-nows, see-alls, step-ups, fall-downs.<br /><br />Learn to enjoy your own simple pleasures––<br />then, of course, you must begin<br />working on your Bono Fides.Bookgleanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16495813695084821082noreply@blogger.com0