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Archive for May, 2016

mourning lack of stackable laughs

Tuesday, May 10th, 2016

greenleaf

The Three Squares

“Somebody’s been in my pot!”
growled Suburban Papa gruffly.

“Somebody’s messed with my weed too”
shouted Shopping Ma.

“Someone took my grass and smoked it all up”
wailed Baby Bare in his high cry voice.

Meanwhile . . .

Goldilocks moans sex in Baby’s sack
mourning lack of stackable laughs.

– Smith, 5.10.2016

3dlife

 

 

. . . until ?

Monday, May 9th, 2016

redtarotcup

Reverting to Windows 8.1 because Windows 10 killed my laptop hard drive. Forgot these past couple months on 10 how torturously crappy 8.1 is, especially on a notoriously crappy Asus R503U laptop that the clerk at Micro Center seriously suggested I not buy because I “would not be happy,” but being financially precarious we went for cheap. Know two folk with more expensive Asus models who are quite happy, so it’s either this model, or a randomly bad unit.

Mary Weems, Lady K, and I are writing a poem-a-day for May. This is the 3rd monthly challange for the three of us past three years. They’re both doing right fine as usual, while I stumble along.

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Today’s Agenda

Walking the high wire
without a wire
and no rope
out in the middle
no end either side
no high line high
no low line low
no safety net
no insurance
no guaranteed minimum
no pension
no healthcare
no security
just do it yourself
the old do it again
do it for survival
do it for family
do it for yourself
do it for the tribe
do it cuz you have to
do it cuz you can’t not
do it
do it
do it
. . . until ?

– Smith, 5.9.2016

blackholes

 

May 9 Lady Poem

Monday, May 9th, 2016

Queen Daisy II

Golden zags to pollen
workers bring nectar for babies
sequestered in hexagon holds

Eggs smaller than cilia
tinier than hair touchdown
from Queen Daisy’s ovipositor

Only product with drones
makes female worker bees
in tick tack toe else drones
themselves don’t load

~ Lady

 

malfunctioning robot voice

Sunday, May 8th, 2016

sogood

Good Advice

Walking through
the thick sweet scent
of new-mown grass,
the 81 bus barrels past
going way too fast,
its malfunctioning robot voice
repeating to the void
“Look both ways before crossing.”

– Smith, 5.8.2016

transport

 

May 8, 2016 Lady Poem

Sunday, May 8th, 2016

Slim Whitman sings Song of the Wild,
steel guitar runs threads of a barline
through a country diorama

I never thought I’d like cowboys
but I find myself doing just that – floral
embroidery on shirts, a recognition
of wistful male sweetness

A torn out paper collage
moon and mountains and wisps
of paper cloud, cowboy, hat and horse
cows, mesas, water
campfire stars

Oh my dear horse, why not enjoy
the bright moon and light breeze
while you can?

~ Lady

 

May 7, 2016 Lady Poem

Saturday, May 7th, 2016

Earth Air Fire Water

Water conquers fire
fire conquers air
earth conquers air
earth conquers fire
water conquers earth

Air breathes on water
air medium for water
air spirit, fire spirit

Fire speaks in air
which is fire in the lung
red saltwater carries its oxygen
to our clay walking on earth
pleasing the feet

Fire’s heat
hands outstretched
eyes entranced
water thirst quenched
spirit mind blessed

~ Lady

 

won’t their rather

Saturday, May 7th, 2016

dailyrace

Status Report 208

I’m the horse,
theirs the water I’m to drink.

Worked to sweat and weary bone
then put away wet.

Stuck in stable
as if unable to chart home course.

Yet think my own inner tones,
so won’t their rather.

– Smith, 5.7.2016

ratrace

 

enso

Friday, May 6th, 2016

tvod

Posting two days poems to make up for 3 days lost in laptop repair shop.

The guy installed a new hard drive and put me back to Windows 8.1 because 10 killed my computer. Crashed repeatedly this morning, had to restore bunch of programs. Going to blog quickly in case I crash again.

Didn’t miss the news at all the three days I was offline.

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Status Report 207

One bubble away from burst
dancing down electric wire
try to outrace the curse
of meat eating itself
or worse
before burning through fire
to learn without ire

– Smith, 5.5.2016

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Enso

Cat semi-circled
curled in couch cushion crevasse
head tucked in
legs stretched out
tail over nose
paws over tail
plush blanket
sunlit fur
low rumble purr
soothing the both of us

– Smith, 5.6.2016

fingerprint

 

May 6, 2016 Lady Poem

Friday, May 6th, 2016

Attende Domine

Worms crawl in the ground
all sacred, the ground – and oh why
do I forget to walk on it

Decorative prisms
hang in the window barrier to my
filigree tree with its own ornaments,
wintered sycamore pods

Sparkling wings fling the sky
past its branches

Birdsong garland
cheerful honey to my ears

And the sun put
a rainbow in my husband’s eyes

~ Lady

 

May 5, 2016 Lady Poem

Thursday, May 5th, 2016

May 5

Billions of people but
my city seems so finite

The moon and the stars
the hows and whys we don’t know
like early discoveries of tight songs
low hanging fruit

Similes and sights easier to say
eating an apple, not knowing
how it’s made

~ Lady

 

 
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