Tierra Sagrada
Is what my calendar calls it,
Which sent the beacon
To my e-mail now
Maybe I signed on through
A Latino site
It’s a planet observance and
Call—one-point-five degrees
Celsius (or centigrade)
Can we hold the world’s
Temperature to rise no
More by our own hand?
Write, campaign otherwise,
Stamp feet on given ground:
If we’re to keep it and give
(Leave) it beyond us—profit
Might forego
To provide instead a future
12 June 2016
sacredearth2016.org
To Stanford and the Rest
Rape ruins lives
It is not the end
But it is an end
You are too many
You can’t provide
For all of you
Make smaller then
Your schools and
Your communities
We think coming together
And layering
Big crowds in accretion
Speak to progress and
The good in us
But large looms and then
Shadows grow larger
In which we hide the
Worse longings of the
Heart
Planning destruction
To call it strategy
And high living
Grow up, grow down
Grow out, grow in
Or grow apart
Take care of each
Or give it up
Brave lives endure
In spite of you
That is the message now
I lost my good friend
He is closer to the source
Nature and God now
(I’ll write more about my friend)
irony of fire
removes light from home or town
something once ablaze
(kind of goes with the one before)
I do not enjoy
Seeing your house without light
The fire takes too much
after friends’ house fire (haiku)
Planet Minerva
Except for Earth and
Uranus (a Greek divinity,
Parenting gods as well),*
We name
Our planets for gods of
Rome, perhaps stabilizing
Legacies
X, Y, Z—Planet X (not
Roman ten, since Pluto’s
Demotion) might need a
Name
If (say it “Iks”) Ix won’t
Work for (new) planet
Number nine,
I recommend Minerva,
Imposing wisdom on
Our solar notion that we
Are done meeting our
Planets
(*finished here or read
the note below
And on a profound-less
Note, if Uranus,
Pronounced either way,
Still leaves the
Audience dying, then
We could take the
Roman form for that
And call it Caelus or
Coelus, more sonorous
In transliteration)
Feats of Clay
I know he was no longer
Clay once he became Ali
I could not resist the pun;
And if you don’t recall,
If you never knew, he
Was a funny guy (funny
As the word “guy”)
Humor charged his
Boasts—reality charged
The rest that really
Mattered
He was the greatest:
Neither the floating
Butterfly nor the stinging
Bee would disagree—nor
Would opponents, once
Rested and articulate
Again
I heard athletic adversaries
Talking throughout the
Day
I also, years ago, watched
His performance in a
Television-movie: he
Played a humble man
Wanting to improve
Himself against the odds
No surprise, his character
Was convincing
In life, he proved his wider
Claims; he showed that
Black boxing can hit
History
I don’t like boxing, but I like
What he did
I like how he believed
Older than my siblings (I
Am in the middle), three
Of us from the same town,
Famous for other matters—
Horserace and the classic
Baseball bat
I’ll take him first for our
Shared city
And what he made there
Victory and better days
Weathering
Storms, fire
Firestorms
That’s in California
Floods, tornadoes
Water-sheets
And other means
Of rain to strike
At us
Texas and in Florida
Where sand is
Bagged by convict
Volunteers—on
North through
Eastern USA
River-rise in Paris
Art treasures
Moved toward
More-protected
Ground
Certain seasons
Start all over (as
In again and
Everywhere)
In nature’s timing
And all storms’
Discretion
Selfishly, I am
Well above brick
Walkways and
Macadam streets
I have electric
In safe measure—
Mostly, though
Not always:
A tree smashed
Into the house
Not so long ago
A favorite book,
The Mighty Acts
Of God, a
Faithful book
Nature is God’s,
And the Christian
Claim is God is
Love
So what is the
Love here? It
Id that God loves
Us and leaves
Us the means—even
In, and as, a fallen
World
Our part to start
Redress is to resolve
To do so
That’s it: resolve
(The rest follows)
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