A curation of original poems that explore language, feeling, and form.
The War of the Pots and Kettles
Black You ARE AND Black you BE What ever ELSE YOU cannot be ME Whiter than white And purer than pure I KNOW what’s RIGHT That’s my ALLURE But, How can YOU BE So very SURE About what you perceive
Tired of Waiting
I’m so tired Tired of waiting For a world to turn itself around From continually revolving In opposition to its motion That blocks its circulation In polarized debate I can’t wait For the debate to abate And stop its endless
Trouble With Giants
A warning to scholars
The trouble with giants Is when they have bad backs So when you climb on their shoulders To improve your view And see something new What you so admire Can bring you to grief A crippling crumpling Of fixed belief
Tumbledown
Somewhere sparsely inhabited A long stretch Staring down at its heels Alongside the crescent That looks to see the sea With a mouth at its back And heads at its flanks Gasping with white teeth bared Or striped with green
Underlying Simplicity
Underlying Complexity Is Simplicity A co-creative relationship Between Receptive Stillness & Responsive Movement Space & Energy In each other’s embrace Dancing Form Into Loving Life & Living Love Inseparably Together But never merged into formless Monotone So long as Life
Walls Have Ears
Walls have ears I’ve heard it said – An inner sensitivity That reaches down to subatomic core Far beneath their superficial hardness Where silence calls In endless refrain To heed its deep-felt yearning Behind the din of every thing We
Well-Becoming
Imagine your Self to be a Well, A living swirl of wishful feeling Ever resourceful in its continuity With its source in all around While never losing its unique identity Born in local movement So long as kept in sure
What Happens Now?
So, what happens now? In the space between my ears Vacant in the yearning of the moment Of a silence unheard By a constant ticking Positive affirmation Of rectitude That double crosses By marking out Where sanity begins At the
What On Earth Is Sustainable?
A good question to ask When all that’s given Of incomparable value Seems to come at a price Worth more or worth less As a set of commodities On the supermarket shelf Of vacuum-packaged distress Where what scores most regularly
What May Not Be Obvious
Every body is a cavity at heart Every figure reconfigures both in science and in art Every face is interfacing from no bottom to no top Every faith is interfaith that cannot tell us where to stop Every lining opens
Within Reach
Here, I am Calling from within you To all Who call From my heart’s desire To be Full filled With nothing less Than nothing more Reaching everywhere Beyond each lingering moment Of transient life Spinning around Me Turning inside my
Your Welcome
I am here and there in everywhere You are welcome To where you find in me That brings you peace and joy But if you don’t care For what you find: If my whispers make you shudder Feeling lost without
