F O R G E S

July 9, 2020

flame

 

There ought better be a beacon

On a pacific coast cliff could be

Where hope’s light works with sea horn

Where here a night light works without warning

It forces & forges the blackest fog & forests

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There can be a candle

in a window with enough heat

to fire the hearth

to light one lone solitary stone room

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”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges

uafás

June 24, 2020

rough5

 

It’s that

T.S. Eliot

Went on and on

About the here and now clock,

Taking disjointed, angled notions.

I’m not talking about ‘Prufrock’,

But ‘Burnt Norton’.

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It’s that

This idiot, this one here about,

Wants one and all

To ride to just this side of uafas

Close eyes. Close in on fuaim na farraige

I’m not talking about things you knew as

Anything that can be talked out.

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“uafás” (oo fuhss) ==shock or horror

“fuaim na farraige” (foonoo na far get) ==rough, sounds of the sea

a very old Pagan Poem

This fine work originated on a google search for ancient Gaelic poetry

oh yes, I believe “kine” to mean cow

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M Y S M I L E

June 21, 2020

 

 

Hope  we’re having a heaven so

I’ll look and

Daddy can call out,  (& it won’t hurt)

He’ll look just like he just got home from work:

“Right there’s my quiet young man!”.

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We’d have it out;

My young man’s misery,

His young man’s mystery.

We’d upheave it out.  Heavy inquiry.

If he hadn’t killed himself he might have taught me:

“you gotta take the bitter with the cold”

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Outside, My Mother softened things when she told me,

When I was ready, all this, she told me:

“I know,

It’s vile.

He was so very sick.

They say  You/

Have his look./

(It  is   mostly  OK, You know.)

I say  you’ll /

have  my  smile”.

 

TO OFFER UP

June 14, 2020

 

 

 

 

I’m still intent on
Instilling something Graceful
On all my faces.

Try to force myself
To offer up  some strong move
Something Nureyev.

STRONGHOLD

June 8, 2020

SOMEWHERE IN IRELAND (ages ago)

              STRONGHOLD

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“I believe that a thought has just gotten caught
In a place where words can’t surround it
It concerns the years past and the shadows they cast
And my path as I walk around it.” -John Prine

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Advent, even I wait on as

silent partner in this stronghold.

Before I go on,

I’ll go on & make sure

The blinds are drawn.

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When I’m

Aware/Awake It’s gone cold,

For me to know it,

I’ll go on & need you some

I’ll go on & remind me some

I’ll go and turn my life down some

I’ll sit myself down until

I’ll see myself still enough

To behold

We’re meant, both,

Silent partners in this stronghold.

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At Darla’s, carefree,

Yet not careless  Energies

Follow them  right out/

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I strive to be steady on

And plow pass any plague

We, encased in our shelters

We will learn to pray

 

 

 

Our eyes are open to recognize   passion:

It’s flatbacked against a dark wall

In the basement, burrowing deeper into sad shadow.

I’d bet it’s hiding some, a child’s cruel game.

When people see they’re empty

They write in to newspapers & ask real advice,

Exposing & espousing about

“Spicing up”  their  love lives.

Girls & boys buying new nightclothes,

Sex-scents, and other eaus,

Bought to butter up their battered beaus,

Enhancing  romance drugs

From teevee & junk mail,

And toys that are tools

For fixing what’s failed.

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There’s always 

something new,

Someone new/ anything new.

Venture steps forward

Away from the old.

Nature’s warmblooded creatures

Home in on  settleings  less cold.

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Here, I say  I have

DELIRIUM TREMENDOUS

I’ve Delirium Tremendous

Side effects may include;

Absently staring into space (not time) / Walking into walls / Delusions (the good kind)/

-A cute optimism / A serious loss of scepticism, doubt, & down/

Control issues / Fact, being better than it seems/

A packed pocketful of dreams / Spells of snow angels/

Pretty picturewindows in a bomb shelter/

There’s a bird on a word /There’s a drunk in a midnight chord/

We all scream.. for vanishing cream/

Alas, Atlas, tonight at least…Don’t operate heavy machinery/

Blue Skies

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straining

May 20, 2020

For fun I could fund you

Another check to ease things

And then I would send you

Good vibrations/ Just the thing.

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But accent that  this one time

With springflowers (Is it spring?)

Actually, because you can’t do chocolate

(I just still disbelieve this thing)

Sweet peas still sweet to look at.

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I’d compose a poem

I’d shout your cherished charms

From far away to your home

I can only strain

To stretch my open arms

C H A N C E S/ A R E

May 12, 2020

 

I’m immune.

Or, I’d use precautions

For yr considerations, then.

“It’s worth the risks”, went

This washed-up high-wire act,

This misfortune forced his bewilderment,

Abandoned in this barren field, in fact.

 

I’m immune, y’know.

Let me get go through my window.

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escape

RIGHTEOUSNESS VERSE

May 5, 2020

 

If I’d insist on playing the pacifist

(I’m maybe miscast)

I’d resist being all-too-willing

to killing time.

If I would want to resist the persistent praying

For my mercy, for all our mercy,

Inarticulate verses of mercy,

Maybe I’d want to take steps,

I’d want to take things into my own hands,

Maybe I’d want to take on the task

Of yanking my mask off,

Of thinking of thanking

myself more.

Tho’ I’d heed less

Jesus