Thursday, December 15, 2011

People, we need to talk


Penny – Ollie, we need to talk.
Ollie – Oh, ok, is something wrong?
Penny – No, I’m just saying, we are friends and friends should talk.
Ollie – Shoot.
Penny – Except, I don’t want to just talk, I want to really talk.
Ollie – Cool.
Penny – I want us to talk in lines of poetry.
Ollie – So, you don’t want to talk, you want us to write a Shakespearean play in real time.
Penny – Whatever, let me show you what I mean. I say: “We need to talk” and you say?
Ollie – Oh, ok, is something wrong?
Penny – No, that’s prose, when you speak in poetry every phrase has to pop.
Ollie – But not all my phrases pop. Sometimes they sizzle and some even fizzle.
Penny – There, you did it, that popped.
Ollie – Because it rhymed?
Penny – No, because it evoked the senses, made me think fresh thoughts, delighted my mind with good comparison, it popped.
Ollie – Ok, we can try it and see what happens.
Penny – So, here goes again: Ollie, we need to talk.
Ollie – How ‘bout I take that line and you take the second line, 'cause I can’t figure out how to make the next line pop.
Penny – Fair enough.
Ollie – Penny, we need to talk.
Penny – Fine, as long as we don’t rule out screaming.
Ollie – Or scheming?
Penny – Or rhyming
Ollie – Or just chiming.
Penny – Or miming.
Ollie – Sorry, but mimes don’t talk.
Penny – Oh, but they would if they could.
Ollie – Is that why they look so sad?
Penny – Yes, they have the weight of the world on their moves.
Ollie – So, talking is the lazy man’s mime?
Penny – Or woman.
Ollie – I am enjoying this, so far.
Penny – And that’s the main point, the pursuit of happiness can get pretty complicated without someone to talk to.
Ollie – Penny, we need to talk.
Penny – We’ve been over that.
Ollie – No, I mean, people need to talk.
Penny – Now that pops.

Happy Birthday, Tannie Bea


Let’s skip some path together
To recall the barn and Aunt May
Or eat rolly peas
In honor of the tilted floor
Or drive my car with the stick shift
And pretend it’s a bike mirror
Or you read while I play with your hair
If it rains we can sit on the porch

We will do what you like
It’s Sunday
And your birthday 

Easy Does It


Something new will come along
You can bet on it
And an old thing will die away
Just as surely
Dreams will be a distant memory
Time drag now and zip by later
Easy does it, will one day
Be your deepest philosophy
Wait and see
Just
Wait and see

Just Be


Faster please
Better yet
Greater fame
More lavish praise
Vaster fortune
Nationwide
Everybody’s All-American
Bigger slice
Best yet
Just be

Sunday, June 19, 2011

I am declared

There is no turning back
I am declared
My hand is tipped
Days may storm ahead
Nights may close in
But the course is set
I will likely not sleep
My appetite may wane
Friends might forsake
Time take my talent
No one may notice
Or if anyone does
Reviews may be unkind
There's no other choice
I am declared
Something has to give
These days will matter

Between Happiness and Urgency

It’s how McDonald and Labelle sang “On my Own”
It’s on youtube - hurry back
It’s the way angry truckers block me from passing
the way Clinton defended himself from those who said he
had sex with that woman
The way skydivers yell
the way Martin Luther King spoke.

Some are blessed with it, others cursed.
In some forms it’s attractive
in others less so
An urgent fire fighter is fine
an urgent arsonist, not so much
The person eager to save my soul
may leave me scratching my head
if I was just with my soul
and it was in good shape
Though the savers are preferred
over those who ignore or hate me.

The wizened can be seen grinning
at the enthusiasm of the young
-if they only knew-
Ancients judge the still motivated
From a life of false starts and aborted efforts
inferring lessons not unfailingly useful.


If you’re inspired to complete a project
reach a goal
rise to a higher level
act on the impulse
give in to the feeling
for such fire, much like true love,
should never be taken lightly
The resigned never feel the heat of passion
Between exuberance and reticence
cast the latter in the sea.

Anyone with purpose causes speculation…
Is the six-year-old skater on the ice at 5 AM
out of fear of her mother?
or is there a spirit in her
admonishing her to greatness?
What does she know of the benefits of respect?
Has she somehow lived so richly already
She cannot tolerate mediocrity?
Are some born intense?

Diaspora from Jews to Palestinian
seek to instill the homeland in the young
Never again, is the cry
Or we shall be united
Suffering begets urgency
Consider the literary work
of those whose heritage is challenge
from Vonnegut to Bellow
Like the enemy of Christianity
Apostle Paul, stricken on the road to Damascus
Forever after given to the cause of Christ
these can point to singular events
to explain the fire in their belly.

Remarkable; is quiet, sustained urgency
Causing some to leave massive work
Awakening them before dawn
Sustaining them in the night
driving them through hunger
affording calm for creativity in a storm.

A young man I had known in college
given a few months to live
with small children and a wife
in his late twenties
with friends saddened by the news
inspired us all
For he became like a super man
Planned his funeral - uplifting and inspiring
Took care of unfinished business
Shared deep thoughts with those he loved
And willed a legacy of how
A regular guy dies with dignity.

This was a gift to his children.

When my father had heart surgery
I pictured myself as him
How I would respond?
I was glad to see him do it well
I took hope for my own tests
As his genes were also mine.

Great challenges - death or high goals
vary in effect
Some cower
Others show grace
The best we see on earth
Spans happiness and urgency

Southern College Town

The southern college town
Love and fear on parade
Fear causing holy war
Lust inciting mind violence
Darwin creating havoc
Hup two three four
Disciplines beget curricula
Theories spawn pedagogy
Hypotheses forge criteria
Confucius at Walmart
Socrates at Target
Corrupting minds
Baptist cemeteries churn
Pray without ceasing
Brothers ring the bells
Call down God's wrath
Like Jeremiah of old
On This Our Town
A Grover's Corners
This secular refuge
Where preachers and poets
Duel til they die
Still...
What a place to be
The southern college town