Psalm 32
a song before repentance
I should be truer to you
And stay that way
Learning more about you
Fulfilling my awareness
Of how your love
The world
Psalm 33
a song of anxious supplication
Forgive me when I fail
Strengthen me
Take my hollow parts
To fill them with truth
And better cause
Love
Not so much for reward
As for peace
If peace comes with it
Finally, please
I’ll have
N is for None (Prayer)
Antique for afternoon, partitioned prayer
Often over memory—petition, supplication
In none lines I pray for you, intercessory
Neighbors who are fighting, maybe more
Friends who are generous and persevere
Family that grows in number, challenges
You who take part here to have your days
Maybe none is for infinite, three by three
And on, asking-prayers, loving perpetually
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East of Eden
Earthquakes split (6.4,
7.4), volcanoes feared
In a paradisal land that
Has such virtue in
Nature and humanity
Anger of nature, the
Patron’s rightful wrath
For it has been a place
Of crushing empire, too
Or is it in imitations of
The west, of surrendering
Ancient code, ritual, and
Ceremony to impose
New rule of the
Incorporated world
Residents sleeping inside
Comb-shaped cells like
Unfeeling bee-keeping
Perilous excesses in
Manufacturing and energy
Production, making Japan
Truly like the rest
In the wake of nature’s
Lightning crevassing the
Land in whatever form
Is invoked, attitudes
And disposition are not
Enough to take on
Now
Our neighbors need
And though we might
Cry that we’re not able
Or we are too far
No excuse is enough
Our neighbors need
MachinE
form that serves itselF
like bureaucracy that’s lost its waY
calculation and summatioN
records of everythinG
charts everything but coursE
never showing us the waY
has credibility for the shape it iS
and because it works more efficiently than uS
We pioneer
We tear the paper edges even on waterproof paper
We feel the wind and rain
Spear through our layers of cotton, wool, and stronger new-made stuff
We are sturdy stuff
We try
We try again
the machine doesn’t threateN
but it is an alien thinG
We are not made of catalogued parts
Rather creator’s compass
It may know
To us it’s brave chaos
Risk in the unknown
machine doesn’t feaR
In wind that incites
We don’t fear
To us it is all vague before we explore
Shapeless and clock-incalculable
To which we’ll add
what gear-efficiency cannoT
Purpose enough
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Lines
I tried to make a cursive h
(If we know what cursive is
I hear it’s no longer taught
In school)
Anyway (my rant set aside),
I failed to get it right and,
In my attempt to
Write it right,
I saw what makes the letter
A circle, more an oval
Straight line descending
At an angle, then upon
A simple arch
Those three shapes
Make this alphanumeric
Contribution
Such plain things make up
The world
Lines are bent or remain
Straight, all to recommend
How Earth might be
By keepers and expressers
Who delight with beauty in
Design
L is for Lyric
Will you sing with me?
If I start,
If you start,
Shall we sing together?
The earth spins off harmony,
A jubilance of sparks—
Fireworks
In the mind
Our words become song
And, while orbiting,
An invitation:
Into our creating cups,
Ambrosia-better,
Liquid inspiration
Not for drinking but for
Utterance,
Music becoming
Current in the cosmos
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The Odd Couple (of Poems)
Me, a Business Teacher?
(there was an ad for this, and I’ve
taught in the discipline)
I could teach the business I’ve been in
I could teach how there is no support
For personal goals and idealism
That ethics is cut down by deals in
Secret corners
That all faith should be withdrawn to
Be cared for in other ways
Maybe I should teach
Zilch
A forgotten Marx brother
Like Zippo who sold lighters
Gumbo who was really into
Southern soup
Or Gumby who found other
Media work
And Zilch? As you can
Imagine,
Zilch became nothing
just to show I’m not a spoil-sport about everything
oh, and the real Marx Brothers were Groucho, Harpo, Chico, Zeppo, and Gummo
The Last Insult
A homeless man is shot down
It happened in L.A.
It happens anywhere
I say man until women are
Shot down, too
Having lost
Family, work, wardrobe
One’s own place to stay
Or say
Reliance on water and food
The basics long gone
Finally, a move in desperation
Imprudent, maybe
Criminal
But what’s left
And the last thing—there
Was one thing—is lost
Spirit ascends, offers an
Amish hope
Confidence mitigated
By designed ignorance of
Providence
Without doubt, nothing more
To lose here
Planet Iks
It might have another
Name but for demotion of
A planetoid, and we really
Haven’t found it yet
But there’s good (knowing)
Guessing now that it is
There—
A globe ten times the size
Of Earth and more yet
Too far or too errant for
Our scopes to espy
Here’s a world in our solar
Home we didn’t know
A circle signaling that our
System of counting and
Of comprehending (in both
Ways)
Might be far itself from
Being done, even though we
Measure over ages
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