ruredernot32
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- Location: NY US
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Once--------
with a deep seated conviction
that of Barnum, Caesar,
or their enemies
I set about a show
in rings, hoping
Gloria would be
amongst the crowd
entertained by the way
I jumped through hoops;
out past the gardenias
over fences beyond
the mount where
the sea faces
a quick death before it
undertows then rushes
back to black.
That was before aids
made an appearance
before Uncle Don
died in great denial of gay
we, of the seventies
bent on 1999
all gray horses,
belated from a sixties bash
left to find the right colors
in a psychedelic
parade of hash husher's
melding into microdot men
In the cities
Bengal tiger black men
decided they too
could play our foolish game
they became politicians
and drove Cadillacs
moved themselves into
the 'burbs that burped
of some false dream
later left unguarded.
We are still prisoners
of broken dreams
our rocking horses
long discarded, we wet
our nights in carnal desires,
while our children
visit Mr. Internet,
all dressed up
and waiting
to take them on a
cyber ride for life.
I remember Gloria well,
she was the one who
never needed any more
attention than she got
she was always busy
smiling back at the sun
wearing her sister's
hand-me-downs, skipping
home from school
whistling to a Monkey's song
something about
a Pleasant Valley Sunday.
I hear she has a house
up in Short Hills now
they tell me there
are rainbows there each day
I'd guess she loves the butterflies
that dance about her garden
just beyond her reach.
But, nothing is what we
would like to think it is
there is always something else
behind the door
tonight I shall go
down to the sea and cast a line
my hook will lay below
the surf where I can't see it
I'll be up there on the sand
still wondering about
the man who chose
to tame the elephants
instead of studying
the space between the planets
or, the time it takes
to make a man from boy
ajs
Burying the Sword
until it's placed in front of me
seldom do we envy that which
our pondering eyes have yet to see
In the seven dreams of Lad and Dad
dating back to my youthful chimes
I thought in time all would be fine
he was of another state of mind
Bricks to dust as time will pardon
man for mistakes along the way
but once denied denying gains some
itself becomes a game to play
Over hedgerows my leaps and falls
my conduct bad at times of course
though guilt itself has bound my heart
no choice upon me has been forced
Each day death knocks upon a door
unknowingly at times to call
us to dust as bricks the same
it's only life friends after all
I tend the hoe in vital soil
faith the fall brings just reward
I shall concentrate on my garden
For never fed was I by sword
So be told the time I keep
will lead me further on to rest
my only hope is that you find
I never cared to pass your test
ajs
Pig Pens and Playgrounds
I scribe the scribble
the station of nations
my heart crosses lines
of feathered clouds
to dot the day
with wolf howls
native dances,
fast feet flopped
flaming, in the frenetic
fields of promise
where the only glory
is the sun in a sky
of no ceiling
always calling
always healing
forever feeling
raining down on me
all that reigns for a short time
day tripping on bad dreams
dished out and delivered
talking with an upside down tongue
I see the world
as a slobbered bath
where word bombs
short circuit good intentions
I build roads removing rocks
piled high along the banks
another fence
another claim
of contradiction
I scream inside
this skin hungry
for freedom
somewhere past
the fight of each day
past the lies
of losers lost
in local lunacy
their faces stuck
to the ugly news of sirens
someone hurting
more than them
seems to bring
some queer satisfaction
something bigger
than surrender and a sigh
my name is Andy
how is my assonance?
check my bell weather well
I weep in the wind,
I cry in my cave
I love in my loss
I see all things good and bad
it's the processing
that pulls me into pig pens
of mud and madness
until I howl back
at the moon,
raise my hands
up to the stars,
lift my heart up
to the heavens,
push my pen
into a poem,
....as all the world
becomes a playground
once again.
ajs
copyright protected.
in the catechismal claims
of your revelations
you are a vibrant lover
unhinged, as free
as fast water
we dance on cloud puffs
love is light in trust
unprotected
in the gold glory
of a new dawn
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Interesting facts about me
My media
Muse Mongers
ruredernot32 presents 137 Pigeons, Pals, Princes, Pioneers, Poets and Women Who Make the World Go 'Round
My Poetry
For Every Action there Is an Equal and Opposite Reflection
Today I watched the children dance in hot sand
an audible ouch, then dash for the sea
all is better when wet, the body mirrors light
there is a time for soaking in, a time for reflecting
cold salt water refreshes the senses
the sand is cool again against young feet
wet footprints soon to be washed away
in the tides of a changing moon
There is a vengeful man who writes bad metaphor
biscuits and gravy, some strange war inside his head
always pretending to be something more than he is
There is a woman who claims to be a friend to all
the two meet in a virtual paradise
the muse runs free from loose hearts
in a world of all is well, all is never well
I saw the devil dance between lines
read the warnings written between fallen stars
I played horseshoe with a deviant until I rung his neck
it's all a gambling game of twenty one
the rules don't change, the facts always come to light
luck plays a small part, there is no HIGH NOON SHOWDOWNS
I feel the cadence of the wind today
how it starts and stops in step with my thoughts
life is not always like that, on time, clear to tired eyes
those that nibble on the future end up in the past
we rise up on Sunday's praise our God
by Monday we fail him in some way
Life is a trail of choice
a chance to forgive and forage
to feast or fester
to fence or fret
to feel or fend
to file or fail
to f................ck up
or face it.
I see the forms of a thousand graceful dancers
naked in a new night sky
caressing the glow of stars
my mind moves on past the constellations
I no longer believe the false intentions
the weak are always exposed
then lifted up again by those that have been there themselves
or, left to drown in the mud cake minds they chose to keep
Once, when the air was clean
when the Apostle Thomas still had a welcomed voice
when the Dawn was something more than trapped
there was a great energy in the stars
Those are the days I will keep inside my collection of time
when the yellow butterfly flaps wings standing still before a new petunia
I will remember a Castle where I first read her
speaking of a man who went to Europe
I saw the pyramids of Egypt between her lines
these days all I see is death and bitter poems
leading further to decay
I welcome the spirit of the ages
all things that are broke are either dead
or waiting to be fixed
I have tools
I have time
above me the big dipper takes a sip of my solutions
reminding me that some things take years to die
ajs
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We spilled Saturday into Sunday's post parade
Thoroughbred hearts beating around railed bends
hooves pounding with monkey men on our backs
we were in it for the rush, bodies tingling,
headed for a climax with blinders we raced on
into the black night
a lonely lover's stable
we shook our heads
trying hard to sleep
while standing up
ajs
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My Hobbies
Playing Golf with a Beach Ball in the rain.
Juggling lettuce heads in the shower.
Wrestling with my cat Turbo.
Trying to figure out why fat, old, bald, men hate me.
Hallowing in the hollows of a hurried hurricane
Studying the ups and downs of posterior hemisphere shifts
Looking for a laughs in the legions of letters I never wrote
Let it Go Let if Flow
onewildcat
09/05/08
MysticWings575
09/04/08
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MattNJake1
09/04/08
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Carja
09/02/08
Angel of Shadow
09/02/08
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suesuesudio
08/30/08
good tuh see yuh and i'll mess with you and write a blog when i get the chance -- just started college full time -- very busy and tired but happy --
CB talkin' da sex, not "both feet planted" me, -- he's such a male jezzy (jezebel) ;-)~ so no you worries ;)
i hope that whatever kept you away is all well -- how's that biz doin'?
runnin' off tuh get din on the table, everyone's tums is rumblin's --
huggins
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PoeticRaine
08/30/08
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jrsredneckwoman
08/30/08
MysticWings575
08/29/08
Thank you Dear Heart,
love you lots.
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MattNJake1
08/29/08
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MattNJake1
08/27/08
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Angel of Shadow
08/27/08
aussichick
08/25/08
suesuesudio
08/21/08
this little fella looks just like my 4 (or is it 5 already?) month
old Mookikins --
how was the ocean spray?
plannin' an ocean fishing trip with my dad -- cannot wait ;)
hugs
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suesuesudio
08/21/08
buzy hot summer -- that's what i like about summer!
miss me?
here's something from my bag o' laughs
onewildcat
08/20/08
PoeticRaine
08/18/08
MattNJake1
08/18/08
*Hugs*
aussichick
08/14/08
http://sprattcatcher.anglerstalk.yuku.com/
Poet In Pink
08/13/08
Let it Go Let if Flow