Ghosts And Guesses

October 23, 2021

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“FOUND SYMBOL” PHOTO=G.R.MELVIN

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Mostly,
providing that my night’s POV,
(incited & insensed,
advancing instances of
ghosts and guesses,)
doesn’t reach ridiculous,

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Mostly,
might you see me assembling a way…
tonight’s sweeping trick of keeping
trembling at bay.
Always, again.

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I’ll pretend to care about Everything
If you’ll see that I freely can
Call out to nothing in the way, an’
Call out to nothing in the wind.

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(from 2110)

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 “No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales”

.from “King Lear”

W R E C K S

October 13, 2021

photo-code83 (pix) https://pixabay.com/photos/usa-california-bodie-ghost-town-2125112/

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My body suspects, I’m still self-respectful

When I go and swallow a handful of pills

All my doctors direct me to down them

Before bed where she waits there

For her old man to come there

For her old man to come.

I reckon I’ll say I am an Okay old wreck

And I recognize that there’s more than a hint

I’m a nice but not mint

old wreck.

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Somebody suspects she’s still healthy

She just says no to chemotherapy, no handful of pills, not just yet

But the doctor suggested she

Just go with good meds

Just a boost to bolster up heads. not yet

When grey clouds are displaced by blacks

Painful tears all fall / rain squalls. For us.

You still hope, after a sound sleep,

To still cope, you found a peace.

When you surface I recognize

You are a beautiful wreck

I reckon we’re beautiful wrecks

I see us as still… waiting,

still water

still running

beautiful wrecks

Splatchter Blood Cross

September 28, 2021

“To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.”

~ Gilbert K Chesterton

“Splotchter Blood Cross” photo-G.R.Melvin

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no real explanation here but image; right after both a spatter to a splotch of gushing blood from a severe lip wound

We Were Secret Lives

September 17, 2021

In Five Lines

photo- https://www.flickr.com/photos/tamedblossom/3754644663/in/dateposted/

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Insteada stuck in the sun

It’s shadow to shadow

Until we’re given free rain

Making love in while we wear white

Wet, we’ll we wear white

“Lulling Charities”

September 10, 2021

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photo-Pablo Gruerro (unsplash)

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To drift, aft,
Back at the darkest coolness
To relinquish the real hard truths
For a faraway mist.
Maya, & me at the camera

Giving way, & me
Surely not at the ready
To fall to true

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As a response to Keats’ “Ode To Sleep” really, and Emerson’s short poem on (from Hindu’s oldest scriptures) the idea that is Maya.

Illusion works impenetrable,
Weaving webs innumerable,
Her gay pictures never fail,
Crowds each on other, veil on veil,
Charmer who will be believed
By Man who thirsts to be deceived

-Emerson

He was rehearsing that he smiled.

He did it because he no longer remembered when the last time he had outlined that cheerful gesture had been. It was clear that it was an expression that he often displayed, as a complement to his daily life: as a comparsa of his verbal gratitude when he received the loaf that the baker extended to him, or attached to the slight movement of the head that substituted for an explicit greeting when crossing paths with some neighbor. However, he was unable to recall a recent occasion when that visage emerged as a manifestation of happiness.”         -Adrián E. Belmonte, from https://lascronicasdelotromundo.wordpress.com/2021/09/01/funambulista-imposible/

“I have committed the worst sin a man can commit. I was not happy”–Jorge Luis Borges

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photo- LoggaWiggler (Pixabay)

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Might mixed-media shamen-lite
&  brainiacs  in italics  write
Strive  To  Have  Thee  Happy  P.O.V”?
I only choke on O.K.

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OK  It looks here we’re lost
It only looks  just old whiskey must
Unfortunately  hamper
Unfolding  this old map.
Here, I’ll take the fifth.

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I propose that we might suppose  this night, this labyrinthine night
Is  the  Casbah

“ah,love” photo-G.r.Melvin

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What if a man honestly-new to dreaming a personal dream

Can’t make out how it plays out seemingly

Finally?

All those, all those noddingly-good literary takes

On what “love, precious love” really means…

Of course, I guess, they also make enough not good-enough sense.

Surely, or not, It’s more than emotion/ It’s quiet & precious

& aches when it it’s only seemingly too quiet.

OWAITING

August 27, 2021

“OWaiting” photo- GR Melvin

OWaiting. heavy-leaden & reserved. He sits, he sat
Do you feel heaven-above is where you finally found love at?
Why there is a priest whistling down his path & through the trees
When there might be burreezes whistling through the trees?

photo- Darkmoon_Art (Pixabay)

W a g e

The damage of ill-spent
Moon’s, sun’s beacon, but done. 
Carnage off-Broadway’s
Drama lies and lies still
Wage. On the dimming stage.

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Tried to be as honest
All my Mercy allows
I’ll keep still feeling
Deeply hurt outwardly
Not aware, one cave bear

“I get scared when I remember too much” – rod stewart, from “Lady Day”

S c o t l a n d

July 21, 2021

C L I F T S O F B L U E P O I N T

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Cliffs (photographer and record unknown, unknowable)

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Half the hefty longing I left

At large

Is just that, wind-scattered.

So now I stay stark, & bereft, of color.

But half remains, on the cliffs

Deep in my being

Deeper in our dream