Tag Archives: poetry

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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♦

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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.

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Human

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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-♦

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Tambourine

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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♦♦

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Dreamers

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Frederick Douglass, ca. 1879. George K. Warren. (National Archives Gift Collection)
Exact Date Shot Unknown
NARA FILE #: 200-FL-22
WAR & CONFLICT BOOK #: 113

I do not have dreams that I remember but this is the war;

That I was at Queen Mary’s trying to make up,
For slipping,

-skipping school-

And now the scent is after me, evil
Plastic lips and yellow handbags,

After my own whiteness,

Pure white, like
Extra-pure, like

Black is dirty, or something
And I prayed for others today,

Sold good cabbage,

Hoped it will all be ok in the end, that
It would all be ok.

♦Photos – Federick Douglass and Ufunk♦

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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

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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♦

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