Showing posts with label diary poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diary poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

You should not see me

1. You should not even try
2. It will change our relationship
3. You and I
4. Meaning should not reside from where
5. The words have been spoken
6. But simply as words that are there
7. As they are and remain
8. Long after the breath that wrote them
9. Here
10. For those born after
11. With a meeting
12. Things always change
13. Doubts and pretences
14. Get between you and your friends

(first written 05.05.1996 and reworked 18.08.2009)

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Covenant partner

1. Healing service, a world outreach
2. For a dollar a day
3. Already seventy million subscribers
4. To online live streaming
5. Watch for our new bilingual affiliates
6. Do you have prayers needing answers?
7. Send them to us
8. Your first month's subscription is free
9. Tune in every Sunday
10. Place your hands on the monitor
11. Receive your blessing
12. Parishioners
13. You can be stronger
14. May your demons be gone

(first drafted 24.03.1996, revised 16.08.2009)

The only day

1. The decision to make, this time
2. Unknown consequences to be
3. The directions taken
4. Destinations located
5. This moment being
6. The only time a unique
7. Happening
8. Done in this way
9. As natural progression
10. No logic or explanation
11. Simply acceptance
12. No perfection required
13. Just listening and action
14. The kind voice spoken

(first written 25.03.1996, retranslated 16.08.2009)

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Whopping great big

1. Fire to keep us warm this night
2. Surrounded by a conical canvas
3. Having time described above
4. The day brought some sunshine at last
5. The size of flame increased and still
6. We enjoy the glow
7. Even though time for sleeping we are
8. Aware
9. The rest will be described above
10. Three times over the same dimension of fun
11. Enveloped by the moment
12. Unshaking the past
13. Momentarily realising they are truly alive
14. In this whopping great big smoking pipe

(Loose recollections from a night in a Inuit tipi sleeping with an open fire, Easter Day on Salt Spring Island, British Columia, Canadia - 07.04.1996)

Monday, August 3, 2009

Two seats free

1 Crowded bus and yet here are these two seats
2 Free near a blotched, gray haired old man
3 Exhibiting for the people this day
4 From his three seats in exile
5 Repeating
6 Words, smells and phrases too loudly
7 Drawing whispers and pouting disdain
8 Rearranging his hair that's not there
9 He continues to say the same words over again
10 Speaking in utter confusion
11 At how a woman can buy both stockings and shoes
12 And wear out the stockings leaving high heels looking new
13 "I just don't understand it!"
14 "Why are they different?"

(reworked from 23.03.96 poem written in Vancouver, Canada)

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