Poem – Page 34 – Poétique

Seeking

Calling something bad
Isn’t going to make it good
Just like writing the word
Meaningful down and expecting
It to naturally
Somehow have meaning
On its own
Could be enough
You make it bad
You make it good
You give words the power
To have meaning
How can dreaming of
Being remarkable be more
Than just that
A dream
It’s hard to find a sense of
What life is possible to be
If not surrounded by
Voices that encourage
Us to stretch
Controversy mixed with
Antidisestablishmentarianism
Is there complacency in
Contemporary clashing
Or have we lost our will
To catch passion

Cadre

A house of cards
Waiting to fall
Tempted to break
Deturpate
A vile place to
Care for humanities
And our rights
By overshooting
Toreador
To the soufflé
A dirty kitchen
All my eggs in one basket
I insisted on biscuits
Peanut butter and jelly
When will the truth
Finally come out
We all bleed the same
Can we love from over there
Do we have to hurt
Devastate one another
Just to hold one another again
Maybe imperfectly so

Flirting

Iris moon gone too soon
Boxing to be someone
In the shadows of the bayou
Fancy footwork in the dark
Fighting to get to the top
Standing out from the murk
Compassionate crime
Heliconia sun and tree bark
Winter’s starting to flirt again
Malapert dreams on avant-garde
Bended avenues of strangeness blue
Foment me
Swamped with the center
Of the universe before me
Penetrating my core
My whole being is forlorn
No pressure no pressure
Believing every night we’re reborn
Caldera beneath the gaslight
Blathering about in love
Morning returns
Never again to lose sight
Of the sound of the moon

Grackle

You want to escape
But the ecstasy of the moment
Is lingering and sticky
Like you just left the hospital
Feeling better but some
Sick feeling still has want
Over you and what’s to bear
To wake and think not
Of what’s undone or
What more is to be
Awake and remarkably
Pleased by the nature of the sky
Head tilted to the side
A grackle makes eye contact
Huh! To want look at me
What an honor to have your
Head cocked up at clouds
Maybe a glimmer
Maybe a hope
Something quite beautiful to see
Have you time to walk me home
Or accompany me?
I like your iridescent jacket
Timeless but in no way
Medieval

Otherness

There’s water in my head
That’s trying to get out
Because I miss you
But instead of reaching out
To you beyond my hubris
I am stunned by the mystery
If not knowing only what our
History could cause or what
Foreboding actions would be
Flawed what my distractions
Should create for to receive you
Or for what we are revisiting
What is on the other end?
Resisting to be constrained
To be completely open hearted
Could we open up a floodgate
Of who knows it, or what finds us
Underneath departure from the
Dark acceptance to the light
Inner primate emotional fight
Rejection and reception cry
Send me an angel, one who
Fills my cup with that of
Extreme otherness

Tonight

I appreciate the encouragement
Because I’m living in a world
Where I have worked so hard
To get to where I’m at in this
Place and time it’s like I’m
Keeping everything
Professionally cool inside and I don’t
Actually know if what I’m doing is
Truly amazing anymore- you know
I lay to rest the best- Beyond this point

It’s just in my nature

To want to love
To be distracted by the things
That keep me from concerning
Myself with what really doesn’t
Matter up above because the issue
Becomes on Earth the things that truly
Matter below are nowhere in sight

I take flight
I fly
I’m arraigned in
A sky of liberty
We take flight
Tonight

Picnic

My killer my lover
There is no one above you
You end all my pain
My sacrifice is our total
Enrapture like red ink
On rose petals pressed
Parchment reed paper
Spiraling out of control
Heart racing faster
No sheer equivalent to
The rush of our love
My angel my attendant
Every second on Earth
Our last breaths I would
Spend it with you
Swinging back and forth
Like a pendulum at the end
Of a telephone cord
Hello? Are you there?
In the case at the end
Of the table you will find
A key to my heart and
A bottle of wine my
Redemption lies at the
Foot if the bed and my
Tears are the salt beneath
Your feet carry me far
Carry me away a flight
To Paris or some back
Country road out of the way
La Bièvre ou
Étang de La Geneste
Not far from Versailles
I could cry, I could cry
I could cry my lover
My sister, my brother
My intentions are full and
Our story will beg to be told

Anyway

We can’t laugh
Bad love
About anything
Because it’s not
Good love
Funny if people
Get arrested or if
We love
Something bad
Happens when we
Feel love
Get arrested but
We’re not supposed to
True love
Get arrested
Anyway

No Rush

Refute my need to burn
An eternal flame
Blue violet light rekindles
Omnipotent embers
Infinite steps between
Starlit pathways in
An ocean of black
Laid back eyes to the sky
Gleaning peace of mind
Dreaming of historic love
The ancients cradle
My face hold my head
An opening above
A pillow for love
No rush

Nursery Rhyme

Twinkle twinkle little star
Is there any chance by far
I can make my own life bliss
Somehow I’ll get out of this

Baa baa black sheep
Have you any mom
No sir no sir
She’s long gone

Is she alive
Or is she dead?
She’d grind my bones
She’d have my head!

All the king’s horses
And all the king’s men
Couldn’t put back
Our kinship again

I’m a little boy blue
With no dad in the moon
I’m a foster kid now
Universally spooned

Many bridges falling down
Falling down all around
Family bridges falling down
I’m still standing on the ground

Like Jack and Jill went
Up a hill to fetch a pail of water
I left my home to get away
From chaos I departed

They’re coming to take me away
Ha ha hee hee ho ho I ran
They’re coming to take me away they say-
But you can’t catch the gingerbread man!

Qui a eu cette idée folle
Un jour pour parlons nous
Nous ne connaissons pas notre famille
Rêve d’une vie belle aussi

Kiss my neck or shake my hand
I’ll make friends with lots of people
You cannot take my joy away
Pop goes the weasel