"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment." - John F. Kennedy

Thanks for finding me. This is a fairly random sampling of my poetic rumblings beginning in the mid-70s to present day. Not definitive or complete, just things that struck me again for one reason or another on revisiting. There are a couple of previously published collections here which might be good places to start if you are diving in blind from the precipice.

Try the collections MEET THE BEATS or GLIMMERING RAY DUET (both archived in June 2008 in the menu below right) for starters if you are so inclined...

As of 2016, I will be publishing my song lyrics on a seperate page from the more poetic scribblings here. Pieces that first appeared here and then later were arranged for music will remain here in their original form but may appear edited on the lyric page. Check out the links section for the original song blog.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Essence

Look at the sky.
The clouds are our actions, our thoughts
Sometimes white filled with sunlight,
sometimes black and ominous, holding rain
But they are momentary
Fleeting.
The sky always is.
The sky is our being, our essence.
Look through the clouds
See the sky. 




~  September 17, 2006. After having attended Connie Irving's memorial service and having an emotionally transcendent moment, I went to lunch with friends and talked about how she touched us all. When I went outside I stopped in my tracks and looked at the sky and went home and immediately wrote down the poem above. I sat in my living room and randomly opened a brand new book on Buddhism by Osho and found three sentences that paraphrased almost verbatim what I proffered in the lines above. A day of epiphany. This poem first published 9/17/06 in my blog on MySpace.com/v32unes

Poem For Three Friends

REASONS

I'm going to the funeral of a woman that I barely knew
Because I believe she was kind to people.
I believe she was a generous spirit
And a giving soul.
So many people I know say the same.

I go because of her smile and laughter
Brightened my day whenever we met
Because her husband, quick with a pun,
Long on fun and good vibes
Always made me feel comfortable
Whenever I was in his sphere.
I believe that part of what makes us human
Able to live with the vicissitudes of this finite life
Is the sharing of our grief
The absorption of each others pain
To help us all lessen the hurt.
A gift of compassion.

I go to her funeral to say goodbye
To praise her life
Send her on her peaceful journey.
Later I will sing songs of joy and sadness
Meditate on transcendence
And living a life of purpose
In the face of the impermanence of time
In the face of all that makes this path
An uphill climb.

I go to her funeral
To share and accept the pain of those I love
Those who loved and will miss her dearly
My good friends, acquaintances,
Familiar faces, estranged lovers,
All of who traveled our wide circle.

I go to hold you all close
To reach out and into our aching hearts
Our need to know things we will never know
Our need to feel connected
To something larger than ourselves.

And I go for you
To bear witness to an important transition
In your life
Not just for the departed,
Her dear husband, children, friends and family
But for you,
The woman I have loved so dearly
Who shared dreams and brief moments
Filled with so much hope
And though we are at a point
In our long friendship
Where patience, understanding,
And closeness are at their most precarious
I feel your pain at this magnanimous loss
That is so close to your heart
This person we say farewell to today
That has been such a force in your life.

And though I had known them
Only peripherally
For years
Dancing around bars, bandstands, and living rooms
What I loved so much was seeing you through their loving eyes.
I admired your dedication to each other
And it helped me to know you better
To love you all more.
What I remember most about her is that
You seemed to always be reintroducing us,
Again and again, to our amusement.
"Do you know Connie?" you'd say,
And we'd laugh
As one of us would always hug the other
And say, "Of course,"
"Absolutely."
We'd smile, feeling a part of your world
A beautiful, warm circle of friends.

I loved that I always knew that no matter
What happened between you and I
That you would always have friends like them
To see you through the hard times
To be there when you needed them most.
I love them for helping me know your heart better
And you for allowing me the joy and pleasure
Of their smiling, joyous company.

~ for Leslie, Connie and Gary, 9/16/06 
First published on my MySpace.com blog

Train 186, August 29

Listen...
young lovers coo
arms
lips
hearts
wrapped around each other.
Whispered breath
giggling glances
as the world
around them
falls away
one
soft
kiss
at a time. 

~ written 8/29/06. First published in my MySpace.com/v32unes blog, 8/31/06 with the following note: "I was sitting behind two young lovers on the train and they made out all the way to NYC from Philly, undisturbed by life swirling around them. The thrill of new love. Hard to beat. I scribbled this down and handed it to them as I walked off the train."

Swimming Hole

That's me
the swimming hole.
Back-stroke
Side-stroke
Breast-stroke
Sun-stroke
Heart attack
Deep dish
Loose lipped
Guest passed
Smart-assed
Fool by the pool.

Capsized
Sinking slowly down
drained. 

~ August 8, 2006 - Arden, DE

The Tao of Butterflies

Why mourn the cocoon
After the butterfly has flown
-- anonymous

....

You are my friend
Confidant
My ballast
My great, lost love

And
Because of the weight
Of those commitments
We are destined
to disappoint
Each other on occasion.

Our love
the cocoon
From which two
delicate
beauties spring to life.


-- for LC. 8/8/06

The Politics of Desire

Trust your heart
I've heard it said
but what if then
your hearts gone dead
though still it beats
blood runs red
for trusting hearts
have long been bled.

Ravaged time
Crawls up your sleeve
So you toss
dream to its knees
And wake
Look quickly
Where am I?
round dusky bedroom
shadows lie
For a moment split
PLOP -- head first
toward pillowed warmth
flip it, thirst
for cooler side

fall back
upstream
where dreams collide.



~ poem just before sleep. Spontaneous scribbling first posted on MySpace.com/v32unes blog on August 16, 2006. Love that cold pillow.

Farewell Cody Boy

Scientists say
you are no longer worthy
little Pluto.
Relegated
to the back yard
new company
stealing your glory
chewing your monkey
peeping out the window
solar system guard dog.

Cody too, now gone
13 years on
death sentence writ in shaky hand
old age the exterminator
loneliness
Stella-less
the final straw.

Gone where good dogs go
endless biscuits
endless bunny chase
endless walks
endless rides
endless treats.
no annoying
scary
squeaky floors
tables just tall enough
to not crack your skull
when you leap at doorbell
call.
no howling
fearful puppy maniac cry
caged
new world's dark unexplainability.
no yard dog perimeter
stroll
no tug-o'-war
protection tactic
no
no
no
no Cody boy.

Gone running
to his Stella
by starlight
big smile
shedding
white clouds
across the sky.

Our kids
gone before us
finality
of our lives together
underlined
bringing
us
again
family
if only for these precious
final
moments.

Breathe deep
late night
running buddy.
Running
right behind us
never alone
always
not wanting to miss a thing
excited
excitable boy.

And Pluto
no longer a planet
but always
one
lovable
dog
smiling
running
ecstatic
living large
for his moment.

Full tilt bozo. 

~ written most likely August 25, 2006 in Wilmington, DE. Obit for my dog, Cody.