Someday Ordinary
(for now a working vision)
Someday let it
Be plain
The welcoming
The embracing
Through and through
Of each other
Let color be a second thought
After
The eyes that smile
Or look through pain
A common calling
To each other
With response
Ordinary
Welcoming
Usual
Assistance
The differences be sources
Of delight in every day
To wake
And walk about
Of world in unity
Through so much difference
To be of interest
And accomplishments
One person
One team
One nation
One people on the Earth
With a lively interest
In encountering the stars
C L Couch
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Peace, Love, Unity and Respect
Newark, Newark, United States
a little chappy-book of poems
Anyday Fog
Fog
Fog today
A Dickensian lesson
(get started
on Bleak House)
To know
That like the existence
And the movement of the fog
There is connection
Between all of us
Regardless of economy
Or privilege
Or barriers
Presumed
That as far as the single race goes on
Do not stand
Aloof
We are connected
That is the way of things
Do not forget
But relish in it
The reality
And all the possibilities
Together
Or stay apart
Behind our barriers
So-called
To let the fog move
Inimically
Exuding fear and guilt
As we forbid ourselves from
Seeing
(without eyes)
And acknowledging each other
The fog connection
Irony
For there it is
Well
Then let
The better lesson of
The real thing
To a greater thing
Take over
All our humanhood
That should lower unnecessary things
In the way
Then let in
The light
(more than light)
Too Easy
Blindness
Blindness chosen
Not the sense
But the lifestyle
Even
A cause
That in the dark
We shall strike
And have our way
Forgetting
(among other things)
The anthologized
“Dover Beach” that
First-year students
Are foisted
To read
With the “ignorant armies”
In the night
That clash
Who wins
Who loses
No one knows
Except that blows are struck
And there is wounding
And humanity destroyed
By degree
Those who are blind
For real
Know the sacrifice
And the ridiculousness
In selecting darkness as
The quality
For sight
And shall we choose
To be ignorant of each other
Shall we fight
From distances too great
To know much beyond
The switch
Or the button
We could draw near each other
Rather
Withholding our destroying
Part
To leave the great part
Of curiosity
And even peace
Let go
Learn who is my neighbor
On the planet
How might the Earth do better
If we re-trained ourselves
For nature
The greater challenge
To
Like military
Pull back the extremes
To repair
Then prepare
For what’s next
To know
Who is next door
Not to pry
Or lord
Or anything overlording
Or pervasive
To learn each other
As we are
Even the agendas
Learning how to speak
To listen more
And to understand
(lessons in language
might be
the first thing)
Allowing curiosity
To be positive regard
Respect
The better agenda
Knowing which virtues to use
To influence
And which to use to
Be changed by
As we grow
In and with
Those we have relegated to
The other
As an objective distinction
(no such thing)
To render targets
Rather
Than people
Simply put
Do not destroy the world
That’s rather stupid
But put down the guns
(the buttons and the switches)
Find food
And drink
And other fixing things
With which
To approach
Nourish
And give the world
What is the real
Fighting chance
Family Game Night
(we can do it)
No one wins
No one loses
Leave that to
Real games
And remember to embrace
Congratulate
Game-winners
While in the world
We do better
With nothing like a game
At stake
But how we live
Together
Make enough
The base for everyone
Then all we reach for
After that
In other words
Feed everyone
Because
We can do it
(Rosie
says
we can)
Provide everyone
With something safe
To drink
Shelter and the opportunity
For education
Of ourselves
And the world
The unpeated past
The glories in the present
(let science say
amen)
Maybe
Remembering
The God who made
Everything
Is waiting
Withholding Armageddon
‘Til there’s faith
In the outcome
For those who choose
To care
And believe
In the world
And the living
Selves
And neighbors
It’s simply
Really
Embrace good
Eschew evil
Learning the two
More how to build
Rather than
Destroy
It’s easy
Each can prosper
After all are well
In fact
Prosperity
Will grow
While all are fed
And drinked
Have shelter
And the means
For education
Will the problems end
No way
But we’ll have a go
With advancements and
With possibilities
Which is
The world growing
Which is how it was
And how
It should be
By us
Eden
With the walls let down
The best Eden we can make
Yes
For billions
Living well
And each other
Has a chance
To go from there
To growth
To gold
Whatever might seem good
Without extremes
Of anarchy or monarchy
Rule one by one
And by assembly
Which is how
The world’s growing
(at its best)
Anyway
Grow on
Absent Lion
(not that there’s climate change)
Well
Winter’s MidAtlantic
Ended
Seventy
In western parts
So where’s
The lion
Seems not
To have arrived
There’s always
Aslan
For always good
A sign
Of faithfulness
And power
In faithfulness
There are other lions
Some as
Metaphors
Others in fact
Don’t go
To meet upfront
The real ones
For their strength
Is in
Predation
It’s the qualities
And made-up stuff
That make
The lion
Useful
(leave the real ones
out there)
As we can make
The lamb
Render its own qualities
For our own good
And at least
In these parts
Earlier
In March
What’s Blue Is Blue
Maybe this is all
I can do
For now
Write against the blue
Until
The retinas
And other parts can’t take it
Then leave
The machine alone
And even
Wonder
How we do this
All
The time
Go see
The eye doctor
Maybe she
Will know
What is healthy
What is useful
What is
Disciplined
For health and
Productivity
To ease the headaches
And the
Stress
Maybe from blues
Though maybe
I need to play the blues
C L Couch
Photo by Vestfoldmuseene on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Narrative Liturgy
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My eyes and stress
Aren’t doing so well
The limitations come up shorter
Than they used to
It doesn’t take as long to
Make the fence
The metal one
The metal fence with metal signs
About trespassing
Access or the lack thereof
x
On the other side
Is twenty-twenty
And easier living
The kind that happens in
A Gershwin summer
Though maybe
That’s not so easy, after all
Prejudices
Production values and the process,
Overall
Whatever money and material
Involved
x
My dad has a barn
My mom can make costumes
Come on, gang,
Let’s have a show
Easy times
And black and white
Because so much youth was involved
Thank you, Rooney
Thank you, Garland
x
Thank you for who made the barn
And wrote the music
We’ll find the instruments
Keep practicing
I hear the backer might
Show up anytime now
For a matinee
Or evening show,
x
Which is good
Because the talent
And the crews
And the producers might be
Getting tired
x
C L Couch
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Photo by Rob Laughter on Unsplash
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(x = close)
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Impromptu
x
I get started
I get tired
This is something new
Age or medications
Take your pick
But sometimes when I’m
Relatively still
My eyes want nothing more
Than to close
And sometimes I follow through,
Which is also something new
x
I set aside my small machines
Stretch out with
A pillow
Here or there
Close my eyes the way
My grandfather closed
His,
Afterward
Saying
Just resting my eyes
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C L Couch
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While watching the lions on the right and 100 meters far from us, we did not see this nice guy was sleeping 3 meters next to us in the bush on the left side of our car. But he did awake gently . . .
Photo by Andreas Berlin on Unsplash
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Due to lack of sleep and stress, I’m having trouble using the computer, specifically watching the screen. I aim to post once a day, still, though reading others’ writing is taking longer. I’m about a day and a half behind, just now. I don’t know what will help the eye trouble beyond taking long breaks. It’s not a good time to consider eye exams and ordering glasses and such. Hopefully, things providing (more) relief will happen for all of us.
Sorry. Thanks. I hope each of you and each one close to you is safe and well. We’re saying “safe and well” a great deal these days, aren’t we? Well, we have to do this as one thing out of many things we do to care.
Christopher
Photo by S N Pattenden on Unsplash
Parsons Chameleon
Today’s Pain
My eyes hurt. Parts
are swimming.
Parts are dry. Maybe
with more sleep.
Sigh.
C L Couch
Old Poodle
Old Poodle’s rather useless,
Like his step-brother also
Old beyond his breed’s
Allowance
But none too bright with too
Shrill a bark—fine with him,
Since his hearing’s hard
Looking to command him
Is a whimsical try, for he
Has cataracts thus can ignore
Any words he doesn’t want
To see
I think Old Poodle likes things
This way—no expectation
Presses, while his interests
(Not surprising, is it?) take
Away all other precedence
After all, anything not sensed
Can become preeminent
Useless, loud Old Poodle is a
Dear—‘til God wants him, we
Want him here
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