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It Happened at the Movies

It Happened at the Movies

 

Victoria was queen

I’ve seen it in a movie

She would not be amused

I heard that was because of Pinafore

Whose parody of navy she did not find

An entertainment

To be noted that, when the time,

Sullivan was knighted for the music

Gilbert without, due to the words

 

Somehow

In the common way, I think

She had many children

And a wayward son

Who would be king

I’ve seen this in movies, too

I don’t know what we learn

 

I don’t know what we learn

I’m sure it’s something

About how royalty might be like us

Foibles in magnitude

Because of magnifying

Looks

And who takes up the interest

Committed to that

 

As it is, they may come by

The royals

I should be glad to have some coffee

For and with them

We can have conversation at

The kitchen table

 

The way Golda Meir talked with leaders

Having baked them bread beforehand

In a movie, in a book

I learned this somewhere

 

C L Couch

 

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Learning

Learning

 

I wish I could capture nature

Which isn’t right, I want to cooperate

To live in harmony,

Which modern poets say we cannot do

I want to find the metaphor

That catches all I see

And it must come through nature’s voice

And ear and eye

 

Not mine

For the mentor is out there

To tutor me inside

 

The sky, the leaf, the chlorophyll

The classroom of a cell

Time is the tuition

Finding what is ultimately real

The assignment

 

I know what is in the room is real, though

The cells are stable, and so

Much never moves

I can learn here, too

Through darkness on pale leaves

And don’t think that I’m ungrateful

To have life and the moments

 

But, yes, the better teacher’s out there

So the transcendentalists thought, and they

Were right

I should be outside

Playing

Walking if not running

Or sitting still to let the air present a better lecture

Than I’ll ever hear inside

 

I’m learning

I’m in love

The world and I will never be the same

Catch me

I’m on a current, and

The wind will make it hard for me to return

 

 

C L Couch

 

 

(image–“404” when I tried to track for attribution)

 

 

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A Season with God

A Season with God

 

I don’t know what happens next

Neither do you

Most of you

I know the lore

I have faith

I think we’re made for now

To think mostly of now

Which is maybe why

Heaven is so distant

And raked over with misunderstanding

Like planting the wrong seeds

Allowing the weeds to grow

Until the harvest

When, you know, wheat and chaff

 

Is there more to say

What can answer doubt

Satisfy speculation

Excoriate cynical perspective

The thing is that

All these things are good

Curiosity deserves an elevation

If security is surrendered on the inside

Outer life might wreck from time to time

Inside life rebuilt time and again

The surgery of synthesis

 

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Like or as the words by G or S, this kind

Of time

Creeps apace

And should we not be shattered

By bombs or disbelief

The day before takes root

Today become a seed

Tomorrow promises a crop

 

Don’t leave it here

I’d like to meet you later on

And, you know, be met

When time is all time

All days all at once

 

C L Couch

 

 

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x + y + z + 1

x + y + z + 1

 

The multiverse

Who knows

Maybe this

 

Scientific imagination

Each choice spins out into a paradigm

With teeth

So that we have

In reasoned chaos

The universe of possibilities

 

Everything we think of

Dream of

Find in nightmares

Has happened somewhere

And is happening

 

A tongue to invoke

There is paradox

Irony in Oppenheimer

The godhead cited

 

Now we destroy the worlds

We cannot make

Heroes, villains

Inside tethered minds

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image Credit: CC BY-SA 2.0 NottsExMiner

 

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Visit to a Third Planet

Visit to a Third Planet

 

Who’s hungry

Raise your hands

Now those of you who have

Extra food

There are millions of you

And we’ll take it one by one

Find an outstretched hand

Take hold

Place food in it

If need be, help with preparation

Then be pleased to sit

At the table

 

Anyone who’s cold

Millions of you with extra blankets

One by one, gently and firmly

Place them

Around

 

Anyone who’s thirsty

Is a bigger deal

Because we keep poisoning the water

But for now there still is more

Pass it out in safe containers

To those for whom

Answering thirst is life

 

Who needs shelter

Millions of us know how to

Build roofs and walls

And bridges that will get

Each one security

To home

 

Now who’s lonely

Who’s afraid

Who needs countries that provide

They’re here

They can help

 

Can all the multitudes

Nations and people

Provide assistance

Well, we can

I think we know

That we can

We shall

 

C L Couch

 

 

http://thehelpfulartteacher.blogspot.com/2014/12/tiny-planets-inspired-by-little-prince.html

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Welcome to The Helpful Art Teacher, an interdisciplinary website linking visual arts to math, social studies, science and language arts.

image (kindly) used with kind permission

 

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Planet Nine from Outer Space

Planet Nine from Outer Space

(the sequel)

 

It’s out there

Will we see it

Will we be looking back

Before it hits us from behind

I have a name for it

Minerva

Because more wisdom should not hurt

Unless a planet can wage judgment

On another

 

It’s relative, I guess

If not ironic

When

We look for something new

In outer space

While on the inside

Do we hear the cry for

Something more

On Earth

 

A cousin to our planet

A source of helps and agencies

If willing

Maybe not,

To make us glad we’re not the only ones

Who can say

We’re here

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Tomruen, nagualdesign; background taken from File:ESO – Milky Way.jpg – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=47105354

 

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Spheres

Spheres

 

1

I like music of all kinds

Which is not to say I like all songs

Especially the ones that yell at me

I can do without

 

It’s better to be in the room, I guess

Certainly for jazz

But either way I hear

Barber’s Adagio for Strings

I want to weep

 

2

Listening to gospel music on the radio

I can get two stations

One I think is broadcast from the fifties

One is from my time but

Comes in fuzzy

I think I’ll go with fuzzy to

 

Listen (fuzzily) to

Contemporary Christian

Except when it yells at me

Then I’m not sure it’s

Anybody’s Christian

 

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Party on

Garth

 

Brooks

Worlds

 

C L Couch

 

 

a close-up of a Time-coded vinyl record by Jason Ruck

https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10513194

 

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in a hurry now

in a hurry now

does this happen unemployed

sunny day it does

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://usjapancouncilstories.wordpress.com/tag/haiku/

Poetry’s Consoling Touch

 

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Override

Override

 

I feel old and useless

Too much pain inside and

From the world

Like the Quixote, then,

I might read too many romances

Find a pink horse

And ride off into windmills

Any Panzas wishing to apply

Will have ‘til my departure

For an interview

 

C L Couch

 

 

photograph by Cathy Birdsong Dutchak

(gratefully) used with kind permission

https://wanderessence.com/, where she is blogging now

https://catbirdineurope.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/a-morning-with-the-windmills-in-consuegra/, attribution (link) for the windmill image

in search of a thousand cafés (her blog title that grabbed me)

 

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