Category: Poetry
-
‘O Mare E Tu
An older piece, but still one of my favorites, performed by Dulce Pontes and Andrea Bocelli https://youtu.be/gGyeuCEAyWU?si=kdc2uqr6IyPDPiXy ‘O mare e tuby Dulce Pontes / Ignacio Ballesteros / Vincenzo Gragnaniello Feel in usSentir em nós Feel in usSentir em nós One reasonUma razão So that we won’t be alonePara não ficarmos sós And in that strong…
-
21st Century TV Zeitgeist
21st Century TV Zeitgeist Light-emitting diode screens colorful images with sound that screamsor lulls the passionately roving thumb and remotethat quite blinds, hour upon wasted hour,or just footage of someone’s cat and its imaginary crown. Quickly, spit out this hopefully humorous vision of yourself, or our collective selves,before it becomes our only view –too late.…
-
Barcelona
Barcelonaby Ed Sheeran Well get up up on the dancefloor tonightI’ve got two left feet and a bottle of red wineMaking me feel like the beat and the basslineAre in my blood, both hands upon her waistlineGet on up baby dance to the rhythm of the musicDon’t care what the DJ choosesGet lost in the…
-
Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere, and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learning to enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will…
-
Down Under
Down Under by Men at Work Travelling in a fried-out KombiOn a hippie trail, head full of zombieI met a strange lady, she made me nervousShe took me in and gave me breakfastAnd she said: “Do you come from a land down underWhere women glow and men plunderCan’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunderYou…
-
April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson
April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson horizon to horizon, a cerulean domenot a cloud in the skySol’s long, warm morning rayscast another perfect day a slight breeze bobs the heavyOleander blossoms up and downside to side on their long green stemsarching toward the ground all around Silverbell Lake is placid and stillfishermen snoozing in…
-
Feeling the Need for a Little Magic
The Color of Musical Magic Spells Strumming colors into woven spells,intricate patterns of color,where pulling a single threadunravels the whole illusion. Chords, where each note vibrates in its ownhue, making physical structures in the air,floating on the soothing, smooth,intricate work of musical magic. Close your eyes and drift along.Hear the colors building the spell.Open your…
-
After the Gold Rush
After the Gold Rushby Neil Young Well, I dreamed I saw the knightsIn armor comingSaying something about a queenThere were peasants singing andDrummers drummingAnd the archer split the tree There was a fanfare blowingTo the sunThat was floating on the breezeLook at Mother Nature on the runIn the 1970sLook at Mother Nature on the runIn…
-
Security a Myth
Security a Myth mainstream andsocial media sites bleed murder larceny andviolence of every stripegovernment leaders, theworst confidence-menthis side of prison gates brunt of our conditioning authoritarians convincing us of our super vulnerabilityneed security forces at their beck and call must spendlimited resourcesto eliminate crimethe security myth the excuse of all tyrants but damn little for…
-
Gone Blowsy Already
Gone Blowsy Already a third of the Brittlebush hasgone blowsy alreadyand April’s not even done their yellow petals wind-pluckedlike she loves me, loves me notsfuzzy brown heads bob gray-green pincushionspinioned with plethorasof frizzy-headed straight pins –LE – 4/21/24
CynOp 