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Cheeses

Cheeses

(Louises)

 

Oh, mouse

Poor mouse

You went swimming

In my coffee

Yesterday

It you had been more traditional,

You would have paddled better

(and at all)

You spent the night in my

Dish-drainer and now are hanging

On a hook with a cutting board that

Has a loop

But I’m sorry to say

You have been replaced

(at a cost of seven dollars)

Well, you dry

Then rest some more in your

Newly dry state

You may be the backup now

The new mouse is okay

I couldn’t write without it

Or you

The touchpad never working right

(or at all)

On the old computer

 

Microsoft, by the way, sent me a

Message that

Our operating system no longer

Is supported

The best advice to buy a new machine

And would I like to see some

Suggestions

 

Sheesh, would Microsoft like to

(you think I’m going to say something

now, and I’m going to say

another thing)

Give me a new machine

Surely, some holiday is coming

 

Microsoft would say,

We can’t afford to do that

To which I say, I believe

You could give everyone a computer today

(I mean everyone)

And still make profit

Enormously, tomorrow

I have a friend there

Maybe Eric would like to

Pass my suggestion along, or

Maybe he’d rather keep his job

 

Which for you, mouse, is neither here

Nor there

Rest, dry, then stand by

You never know

I never know

When I might have to call

The electric play

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by falco from Pixabay

hamelin

 

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Two Things More Are Needed

Two Things More Are Needed

 

Grace as surprise

That’s a theme

I like to think of grace

As something

That can be still though

Typically must be

On the move

Like a metal spring

Or a hummingbird

Water

Or the human heart

Any heart

Still enough for recognition

Then it leaps

It has alighted

There is a knock

Small in the world

Like Thorin’s thrush

It will not show the way to

Dragon-hoard

But there is treasure

Like loot taken from a

Pirate in a story

Who does know the use of it,

Poor pirate

 

There is so much more here

And this story’s thrilling

Open it and read a page

Have someone read it for you

Watch for something on a branch

Or on your arm

Listen for a knock

Maybe you’ll let them in

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

 

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Spacetime

Spacetime

(as a single word, a thing)

 

I’ve been learning

About this

I’m amateurish

But it seems that it’s a gift

Of fluidity

Against intractability of

What we take for

Metronomic living

 

I could take a trip

Come back still alive

Barely older

When the cure has been invented

And those on Earth might

Wonder how we

Lived so long without it

Then recall

By my spaceship evidence

We didn’t

 

Light bends

Takes its time around galactic clusters

Because it’s needed elsewhere

Later than the normal pace

Allows

Or maybe it’s a cosmic celebration

Of forlorn parts

That, folded,

May come back

 

You see, it’s faster and it’s slower

More wonders to be added

More paper in the capsule

More pencils by the cosmonauts

Who already learned

To write upside-down

 

Fear not

Schools will expand

Along with all the options

Requiring machines

To be stretched into curves

Reshaped into marvels

Potters know the way

 

Each moment will be new

A little chaos is good for everyone

And twisted into tapestry

So that everything

The cosmos and our lives

Is also home

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Genessa Panainte on Unsplash

Calgary, Canada

Fairy Dust

I believe

 

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Guerrillas

Guerrillas

(images on TV)

 

What do I know,

If you are one of these

 

If you are one of these,

I guess

You’ll have a uniform

You won’t worry over clothing

You’ll have a gun, no

Doubt

 

No doubt, it’s heavy

You’ll have ammunition

In bags with clips

Hanging from your belt

You’ll sink into the Earth, some

 

You’ll walk a great deal

Then stand still

There will be drink, eventually

And food

Technically, you won’t have

Worries over these as well

Pay, maybe

That could go to your family, maybe

 

You won’t have worries

You’ll have purpose

You can reclaim your ego

You can keep it in your pocket

 

Keep it in your pocket

No one will care

It is a matter of indifference

Should you make it through the day

Unless your leaders are unusual

Maybe

 

Strategically (either way),

It might be helpful if

(fewer supplies to use)

Some of you should die

More people seeking meaning

On the way

They might bring their own

(they won’t

they don’t have it)

 

Not much for recruitment (then)

Clothing, food, and drink

A purpose without will

No worry

No one should wonder why

 

No one should wonder why

The unformed ranks might

Grow, inflating individuals to

Little more than

Breathing

Waging, becoming small wars

 

How quickly it must feel

The first part so far

A way of life, so far

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Bash Fish on Unsplash

 

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Exhale

Exhale

 

Out goes the bad air

In goes the good

That was from a cartoon, I think

Someone pushing water out

And hoping oxygen got in

In an animated way

And in an animated way

 

That’s all I remember

Maybe a vague image in black and white

But everything was black and white

We didn’t have a color set

As for a time, no one did

In what was technology but

Shooting rockets into space

Removing oxygen in liquid style

One-way breathing

For a planet

 

Awaiting returns for investment

Time and space, material and energy

Before we got the set

And got Apollo

Earthy breath

That is imagination

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Bill Jelen on Unsplash

The June 29, 2018 launch of a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket from Cape Canaveral Air Force Station was scheduled for 5:42:42 AM in order to rendezvous with the International Space Station. Every rocket has a plume of exhaust, but only the rockets launching just before sunrise will show up like this one.

 

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All Dogs Come from Heaven

All Dogs Come from Heaven

 

There is a puppy in the building

I like her

She likes everyone

She is rather all legs and nose

Just now

And a tongue and rounded teeth

That want to nip and sandpaper everything

 

We know how unconditional

The regard of dogs can be

They want to love us

Forgive and forget

All the rest

All human caprices

Go, dog, go

 

C L Couch

 

 

Go, Dog. Go! is a story about (fast) dogs by P. D. Eastman.

 

Photo by J-S Romeo on Unsplash

Tleta-El Henchane, Morocco

 

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Foundational

Foundational

(starting, starting over)

 

A basement

Pylons for tall buildings

Makeup for the face

Exposition and a theme

For the story

(how we begin

why we are here)

 

Because our gravity is positive,

We start construction

At the bottom,

Working up to heights

Adding touches for

A final presentation

(for the face at a party

or simply for a day)

 

The Christian Bible speaks to

A foundation of rock

A metaphoric house, maybe a

Bishop in Rome

 

Older types in mind sing

How firm a foundation

 

Foundations need not be

Beautiful, I guess

But they are the start

Green flags

Signs that things are coming

Strong things, we hope

Attractive

The revelation of a purpose on its way

How much more, we will not know

‘Til we are done

 

Whatever the iteration

Or evangelism

Foundations themselves

Have a single purpose

A basement

Or a note to tune

Letters on paper

Brush to cheek

 

You know, I think in department

Stores, when messages were rung

Foundation stood, so to say

For underwear

 

It might be hiding soon

(might be)

But it has enabled

Everything to start

To see, to touch

To use

On the way and especially

After dedication

 

The pre-beginning, as it were

Carrying the vision

Everything added

 

Something starts from something

The physics of construction

(any kind)

Something more or less

Invisible

Essential

Immortal, invisible

Nothing else can rise

Without this first work

 

Unlike promises of songs that

Are of God

And God,

What is built will not last

All resolved into

The base of Ozymandias

Should Liberty fail

Due to the hate and anger

Ego of this age

I wonder if someone will write

Across her broken toes

I am Ozymandias

(then)

Look on my works, ye mighty

 

We could build on humility, after all

Courteous discretion

Let love be our guide

On all the buildings

All the faces

You might say ridiculous

While I must say essential

 

Build up in every way,

My friends

(yes, in that way, too)

Add on, though I must also say

Build with simplicity

The beauty of what leaves room

For admiration

Speculation

Doubt

And wonderment

 

End of lessoning

Start of day

Built on everything before

To supplement

To correct

In all things

To create

Co-create, that is

 

coda

 

I’m not sure my younger brother

Would forgive me, if

I did not cite the series by Isaac

Asimov

Eponymous (with the poem, not

Asimov, and with his work),

Adding cosmic learning

And significance

In case divinity

In art or rhetoric

Might not be agnostically

Enough

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Pablo Heimplatz on Unsplash

During our trip through New Zealand we found this sweet spot. All the bras are from visitors. This is a social campaign from the New Zealand Breast Cancer Foundation near Queenstown. They collect some money with a little box for donations. Greet opportunity to finance a little bit for the research to fight against breast cancer.

 

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Daring

Daring

 

God, I relent

I love you

And I need you

Need your peace

I don’t know how to earn it

My ego efforts garnered

Wrath instead

But simply, keenly through me

I am exhausted

Sin and ranting about sin

Dreams of persecution

Ides of March

The statue of Pompey waits

For blood to paint the base

 

For all the darkness

Turn to judgment day

Wake me, Lord

Rather to a better day

A day with light that’s blue and real

Showing me another way

An approved sun

Love increased by

The breastplate that’s

Around, above, below, behind

Love can do that

 

Invade like an unrelenting force

Or withstand a worldly storm

It can come unbidden, unrelenting

But I’m asking

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Jansen Yang on Unsplash

Saint Patrick’s Breastplate, a Prayer of Protection, also known as The Deer’s Cry, The Lorica of Saint Patrick or Saint Patrick’s Hymn, is a lorica whose original Old Irish lyrics were traditionally attributed to Saint Patrick during his Irish ministry in the 5th century. In 1889 it was adapted into the hymn I Bind Unto Myself Today. A number of other adaptions have been made.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick%27s_Breastplate

 

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Gatherings

Gatherings

 

There are many thoughts

In the in-between

Waking, prior to rising

But now there’s light and rising

Ablutions, coffee-making

And they’re mostly gone

Damn

There were some good things

There

 

Now I have to work it

Strive to half-express

Not give everything away

Not only because I do not know

But also so that, you know,

There is something

For you

 

It’s all for you at last

I will be absent

This is what you will have

Copyright and other

Social niceties aside

This it’s yours

As anyone who sets these down

Might say

It’s all for you

 

So what do we have?

We are in a circle

(please sit down)

Taking part in great

Ordinary meaning

These circles happening anywhere

Or so they should

To share responses

And like Pietists

To temper revelation

Our event horizon, so to say,

Is now and what’s next

A crisis, maybe

Always an opportunity

Remember to be civil

Give everyone a turn

Don’t let one thing take over

Though everything is bias

 

That’s okay

It has to be

It’s natural

Impulsive

It’s how we were made

And if you don’t go for making

It’s practical, alone

 

Our circle might contract

Better to expand

To divide when a certain number’s reached

Nothing wrong with chapters

We can communicate

We’ll need an index

 

But this will be

Good turning and good living

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Sebastian Schuppik on Unsplash

Berlinka, gallery café & bistro, Slovakia

 

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