Said the Joker to the Thief


 

Don’t make fun of the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is self – discipline, a

Nip here, a
Snip there, and

With fullness of time, and
Passage through life,

Done with the flash of a scissor,

Bone handles,
Glinting,

Scissor flash snip, all gone
Extra weight, things un-needed, flash

Unheeded,
If you stop,

To think about,
It,

You frighten yourself cold,
Frosty, frigid, cold lock-down, too afraid

To make a wrong move, stop –

Don’t laugh at the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is worth learning;

Moving through life with less.

Photo – Ikebana – Wikipedia

-short evocative poetry-

Advertisements

Shoes

Shoes make the world go round,
Steady shoes,

Come home,
Stilettos,

Come sweet,
Yellow,

High heels,

Carry intention,
Fresh,

Stride,
Aplomb,

Steady,
Sure,

Move,
The man in front, sure

Move the world,
Brogues,

Sure,

You can ask the time,
Leather loafer, certainly

Have my number,

Gazelle in yellow.

-short evocative poetry –

Human

short poetry, words move, human promises

Promise,

Yellow and gold and,
Crimson;

Never make a promise.
You cannot keep them.

Never say I’ll keep a secret, you
Cannot.

You’re human.

Have loving thoughts for yourself,
And for others,

Practice loving deeds for yourself,
And for others,

Lilac spider,
Purple sunrise,

Effervescent stone,

Love wherever,
Whomever,

You can.

-♦Photo – John Foot-♦

-short, evocative poetry-

Tambourine

image

They shot the cheese cake.

High heels,
Eye-liner,

Battle-ship,

Village people,
Purple tortoises

Yelling,

The light of day,
Grey,

The road,
Dim,

Muddy,
Single lane,
Wet,

Pools reflecting torch-light,
Forest in sillouette,

Trees in moonlight,

Going home now,
Finished now,

Homeward bound.

For Betty Valdez-Ogembo

♦♦*photo* – self♦♦

“Black Boys on Mopeds”

“Black Boys On Mopeds”

Margaret Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her
I’ve said this before now
You said I was childish and you’ll say it now
“Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you”
England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was “please”
These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
“Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you”
England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving.

Photo – Sinead O’Conner

-short, evocative poetry-


Bound

And I’ll be dust to dust bound to,

Shifting black wicker furniture just so,
Patrons aren’t disturbed,

By the rain between,
The hair-do and the pedicure, separated

At least,

By three floors if the lifts are working, me I’m just
Splashing mops against mauve tile, they

Flashing manicured smiles, we

Electing marvelous politicians in fashionable leather,
Leather of the season, bound

To let us down in Range-Rovers, bound
To coffee machines spitting frappuccinos, just

Hoping for a tip to pay my damn school fees.

Photo: ♦Psychology Today ♦

See also: Hector

-short evocative poetry-

I lost my shoes in India

Religion, reincarnation, representation

 

sweets on a plate
empty tuperware

lens cleaner is,

What we took to bed.

Red he says, but he’s deaf,
With earphones on,

Police frames and Louis Vuittion,
Cardboard handbags,
And perfect lips,

Peach by the way, like
I said, I

Lost my shoes in India and the Geisha wasn’t real.

 

♦photo♦ – Hyunception: Movie Reviews & Analysis

-short evocative poetry-

 

 

The ladder of life

I don’t have friends, I do not think.

Friends get married, and
Drive bigger cars and,

Have more intelligent things to talk about, better
Places to go, are

Becoming lawyers and doctors and ministers,
Big people, and

It sort of interrupts things.

♦photos♦ Jacob’s Ladder

-short evocative poetry-