May 21st, 2015
Roses spilling blooming fountains
blossoming from hand, ribbons dangling down
tokens appreciating life during rites
Where did roses come from? How is it
they are so beautiful, so cultivated?
Did The Universe know they would be
prized and make them, these queens
Or is it just that we decided–an elevation
of taste like chrysanthemums
Birds sing signalling redemption,
this new day, this new season
deliveries of fresh dawns
And their lungs,
so many varied synrinx whistles
warbling signature songs through
music box throats–
What shape the key but
a kind of sheer permeating cheer?
May 21st, 2015
Hairball Hereball Whereball?
The cat is throwing up again,
probably been reading the news.
I understand how she feels
on overdose of current clues.
In ignorance there’s much to gain
since bliss has mass appeal.
But self defense demands I peek
to catch the warning shots.
Yet my help continues plot,
is this what I should seek?
Perhaps we need to let it break,
then build again from new.
Starting good, we could make it great,
do unto them as you would you.
– Smith, 5.21.2015
May 20th, 2015
in land of blind, one-eye is king
Some on some this world stacks high
with people, things, and chance
Ofttimes bringing cloudy sky
which is why we do the dance
The dance of holding hope to chest
enlightening one’s load
Cherishing sharing with the rest
helping righten long wrong road
For weight of weary worries one
unless one’s not alone
From chance to act to is to done
such nothings make us known
– Smith, 5.20.2015
May 19th, 2015
Plan of Attack
Frivolity of form,
enjoying the journey,
Cuz can’t stay one way forever.
It’s the process, not the point.
And we’re all going one way,
though many directions to get there.
Ticket, ticket, who’s got the ticket?
– Smith, 5.19.2015
May 18th, 2015
So Sez Seuss
Doctor doctor gimme the news
I got a bad case of normal view.
Earth getting hotter all round town
cost going up less we get down.
Might have to hunt and lock the rich
to cure their fatal finger itch.
Need more clowns to make us laugh
since logic’s dead and flag half mast.
Save the flowers, help the bees,
say some thank yous if you please.
Back your friends and help a neighbor
nod and smile to a stranger.
Plant some trees to shed some leaves
and as for food eat locally.
Let loose anger, hold tight hope
hug your spouse, be less remote.
Maybe don’t eat that life form meat
cuz causes gas ozone deplete.
What goes out rounds right back in
so don’t shout but send a grin.
I mean if we don’t get some class
we’re going to bite ourself in ass.
Listen now, talk less later
or there won’t be no alligator.
Stack the deck with nice and better
else our future bites the bitter.
– Smith, 5.18.2015