Play On
Ritchie
Shakespeare
Imagine
A Greek tyrant
Wanting to recline
The empress of China
A maharajah wile
Inventing chess
A serf requesting
At a wedding
In the town
Near the church
An indigenous anywhere
In freer times
Asking for a harmony
‘Twixt the spirits of the sky
And the ground
Maybe the soil
A supplication for good growth
A lady of the Medici
Also in tyranny
Why not
The queen of heaven
Of the angels
Or God upon the first
Easy sabbath
That there be music
To accompany
The vibrations of creation
Please
Who can
And please
Who will be pleased
Play on
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hymn contemporary
the church’s one foundation
(still) is Jesus Christ, her lord
the church is she
like the damsel in distress
needing rescue
Christ is the hero
drawing her
from the drowning water
cutting her ties
by the villain
to the railroad tracks
like a melodrama
and why not
we’re talking about
villains and heroes
and mortgages
and the need for something better
as in more
than who we are
and we go on to sing
that Jesus will not fail
which is not bad
which is good
in a hero
coda
next hymn
or next version
the church will be a he
and will be rescued
by a she
by the female hero
who is Christ
like Zenobia
or Boudica
but better than the Romans
defeating the inimical
forever
and other genders
or what is genderless
in life
that has life
the organic
I suppose
the inorganic
too
there is a Lord
not only over all
but who is all
to make the rest
only a little separate
in the deified scheme of things
by identity
and purpose
and will
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("The Church's One Foundation" is a Christian hymn; this morning a contemporary fusion of the hymn was shared)
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troubadour
the scribe would write
holy
the troubadour
should
sing
everything
and should they be the same
they never were
so who wrote the epics
in between
that sometimes sound like holy wit
for
wisdom
and for warning
and come across for pleasure
in
the meeting place
long house
or
fires outside
in each season
when
and where
words shall save
for
entertainment
frankly
plus in telling
or implying
our own gospel
and will you come again
tomorrow
I must be on the way
to the next
place
where is the next place
stay for one more night so
we may sadly
tell you
the next morning
you are kind
for an audience
I shall stay
and gladly so
and so
the word got out through these
the news
rumors of news
what
to be ready for
at home
because of what’s developing
out there
and then
a song with verse
that has no meaning
and then
a song with verse
that has
a good night
for all our sakes
into
our heaven
hope for heaven
wills
tomorrow
by your leave
and mine
and God’s own
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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
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Dona Nobis Please
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God
I wish I knew a round
And had a choir
Volunteered
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A canon in the better sense
For meaning without questioning
The bias
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I guess
What I really mean
Is to write the round
For exigence
A canon for the evening
Fluidly
To welcome stars
And thoughts of rest
And afterward
Retire
With notes to welcome dreams
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Amen
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A Jazz Mass
(recovering lost verse)
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Jazz mass
A mass of jazz
Inside the church
That might
Be
Preservation Hall
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Or come with me
To Cleveland
Or
New Liberty
Or a flat place in a field
With divots
Happening to happen
Just right for
Our instruments
To rest
While we musicians
Get to listen,
While exhaling,
Too
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Inside the halls
Of the Lord
Which might have heaven
For a ceiling
With hell beneath the basement
So let’s stay here
On Earth
To worship
In good syncopation
(planned,
unplanned)
With an aim
Sometimes
To raise that roof
More heaven-toward
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Loud
Or soft,
Sharing the stories
Of both places
And our prophets
And
Our prospects
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Don’t charge for tickets
Maybe leave
A jar
Inside the door
More visible
When leaving
Should
We leave
Because there might be food
(after spiritual food)
And then another
Set-to
All of us
Jazzy playing
Jazzy-praying
To the Lord
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A Jazz Mass is a worship service with service music and hymns played in a Jazz genre.
Jazz Mass | Saint Ambrose Episcopal Church
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Calliope
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What is the song
In your head
Just now?
Mine is “Song Sung Blue,”
Because everybody
Knows one
Sometimes it’s “One Voice”
Sometimes it’s
“Color My World”
Now you know
Where I’m from
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Sometimes
It’s a theme
From a movie
Or a show
TV or Broadway
But if I stop
To catch it,
There’s always
Something there
Always music
And that is something
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Pyrophone of Georges Frédéric Eugène Kastner (1852–1882).
By photographer unknown – Hermann Ludwig von Jan: Johann Georg Kastner, ein elsässischer Tondichter, Theoretiker und Musikforscher – sein Werden und Wirken. Breitkopf & Härtel, Band 2, Teil 2, Leipzig 1886, p. 308, Digitalisat (Internet Archive), Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25667386
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Christmas in July
(for the editor of a local newspaper)
I think it was largely a retail invention
I think it still is
There was a movement
For a while this year
To display Christmas
Or holiday lights,
But I don’t think it took on
Maybe was subsumed
By a trenchant desire
To be normal,
Which evidently has to be
A retrograde feeling
Too bad, since lights on houses
In July would be cool without,
You know, being cold
At least in these parts
I’d be up for Aussies and
Kiwis joining the movement,
Too
Lights and music
Maybe a sensation or two
We wouldn’t have to call it
Christmas—how much does the
Birth of Christ resonate, anyway?
We could be respecting of
All the good traditions
(there are many)
Frankly, nodding toward
Colors, maybe music
Gift-giving could take a pass
Let’s use what we already
Have
For fun, adding a toy penguin,
Maybe a dinosaur (also
stuffed, not stuffing us)
Or two
Not to make it chaos
But, to borrow from another
Celebration, a cornucopia
Inclusive, somewhat organized
Revelry without the stress
The other days have had
A campaign, then,
For all the senses in community
Unseasonal holidays in July
Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy
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