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  1. Witness

    Witness We stood before the Throne you and I In the Loon’s call The clearing of clutter The unreliable labor to make ends meet And the beggar at the door says We’re selling these trinkets To raise money to help children grow closer to god and she seems confused at my reticience My avoidance My refusal Is there anyone else here she asks holding her box as if it’s a shield seeing in my eyes more than rejection I want to strip politeness from my censor leap upon the table yelling Which One Which One? If you have to ask You don’t know the Gods they are everywhere In the washed cups In the jars of herbs The dried spill one of us must clean-up Not the Hanging Judge The God of No unless multifaced Nothing grinning on the same side as the dog barks the cricket chirps the fragment burns on edge of atmosphere Or survives and creates an excuse for pilgrimage I met your god The one who uses belief to abdicate the sins of the Father pedaling a perversion of love spreading and subjugating your young bound to a demiurge Not Dead but Mad Mad Mad I almost laugh Instead silently say Be gone Be gone Ignorance The look of doubt as she leaves through the door contains more Power and Glory than this Witness can bare.
  2. the apprentice

    Agree with all! Breathing life into a sonnet, creating something modern and living from old material. Whimsical and profound, nice work Geoff!
  3. Baku

    Baku Our lives are poems in hushed tones screaming NOW NOW NOW Do you think Japanese parents lied to their children with tales of the Baku who stole nightmares? Why would they do that? War for profit Death by Greed Where are the Dream Stealers now? And she said I don’t know if it’s OK To be happy Child Child Child Always OK on your Deathbed In your Sickness In your Struggle In your Fear In your Joy Always OK Always OK Life is what happens Not more Not Less Awake Awake Awake Hush now Why let them take what is Yours? Love Love Love Nothing More Nothing Less.
  4. River Crossing

    Tinker, I find this (and many of your recent works) To be filled with the kind of depth, wisdom, that moves one toward a grasp of the ineffable. Beautiful in its simplicity, and poignant. Many Many Thanks! Juris
  5. Yard Work

    Thank You All.... Writing very little these days, my life consumed by Doc Concrescence, which is poetry, of a sort;-) But its good I can still produce something worthwhile for other poets. Juris
  6. Yard Work

    Yard Work This is what the end feels like the lawnmower putters on unseasonably long grass the Change evident in too warm winters too wet summers I know his old bone hides there before I reach the corner where lawn has gone feral he passed a few short weeks ago the Canine soul whose center is MU No/Negation And I think of my father making me earn early 12-13 who now knows a work ethic reaps what it sows empty empty Relaxed compared to his parents invested in equal parts capital patriotism And it worked I cut other follies foolish water wasters expanses based on mis- appropriation The Dream to be Wealth Good Education Elite and unadorned with the suffering of poverty’s deep deep silences hidden beneath the shag carpet behind imitation oak repurposed Trees stripped of their Godhood replaced by simulations of the good the true the beautiful if there was a lower substrate than lower case I’d use it too Even here the Buddha rests Alas Alas calling Fake Fake Fake simulations of the Past replicating the errors with the same gusto our forebears reached for belts or branches we correct the animals by going past abstraction Alone the Dog and I talked for hours.
  7. Winter Solstice 2016

    Yes, indeed thanks All. Beautiful responses. I'd almost forgotten I'd written this;-)
  8. Imprints

    Like the perspective, and the craft. Good work Eclipse! Juris
  9. cherubs

    Very nicely done! And indeed a poem which uses 'Shriven' correctly, makes me smile with glee, even before the uplifting Harmony! ;-) Nice! Juris
  10. Real Eyes

    Agree with the above. Indeed a wonderful Gnostic, Kabbalah, Zen insight. And yes a piece of your soul, indeed. Brilliant! Juris
  11. The Dreamer and the Dreamed Case # 1 From El or Al we derive infinity and this: This Millenia This Century This Year This Week This Day This Moment And from this hiss Comes me in Bible School A pastor drones on Tribal ethics Tribal Morals Tribalism The origin of identity politics The exploit used by propagandists To separate divide and Brand Coke and Pepsi may have forgotten Who the philistine's were But their struggle Has been co-opted Planted so deep We don’t even blink When vendors Have gang wars over flavored Fructose and of course I think about how we erase history How in The Baroque theological Debates would be settled by hooligans Chosen by their alliance to particular Random manifestations of power and wealth Who would rumble in arenas constructed To prove biblical points discussed in Foreign languages whose winners Would decide the fate of generations Without understanding a single word The study group has grown silent I’ve read the Testaments understood Their Essence and am converting the Holy Book Into a pink cheese with salted sacramental Water The self-anointed Chieftain Stares declaring: At least we will have something To eat for dinner! The problem isn’t history Or its lack Rather it appears as this: What you have for dinner Dines on you.
  12. A Lousy, Christmas Sestina

    Enjoyed the illustration of a miser. Nice work, finely wrought. Season's greetings to you! Juris
  13. in remembrance: victor michael lashewitz

    Sad News. Thank You for letting us know. Juris
  14. Winter Solstice 2016

    Winter Solstice 2016 I stopped writing poetry putting pen to paper finger tip to board I’m still living it How could I not Science cannot calculate the amounts of atmosphere DNA warmth from hearths and shelters microflora and microfauna survivor’s epigenetics the worlds lost when victims sank beneath the peat or lay in shuddered piles upon the ground we have taken into the Longest Night the dark that never gets short We all spiral here Passing our whole lives in the frigid embrace the Dark Mother our satellites and rockets huddle close for safety occasionally Bold Children Break Away only to be swallowed too far from winter fires to find their way back to community and collections a calculus filled with apocalypse End Time Teleologies scientific prayers of purpose rather than cause calling for an end Why this environment? Why something rather than nothing? Why suffer? Why Think? Why? And again Why? Only poets answer Thus and thus and thus!
  15. The Only Thing Worth Doing is Impossible

    Thank You both! I appreciate your commenting on one of my throwaway poems;-) Only published because a visual artist I know sent me one of his Junk Paintings, which I loved so I sent this one out;-) many Thanks! Juris

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