Poems of Hope and Despair

You may have reached the gate,
but you’re still on the locked side.

a hole in my pocket
I found a penny
it rolled away …

Poor sick child,
now a leaf
in the wind.

Dreams
are like bubbles and
pop
when we awake!

Maybe things
will work out if …
But in truth
I really doubt it.

Are we not
porcelain plates
in free fall …

Every day
I ache and ache
every day
a darker path.

There’s a desert
in her heart.

Something like
the beating of wings
within all life.

What a shock
to then find out
all the zen was
in the pencil!

Most of the time
my head is a rock /steel
but now and then
there’s a piece of flint … (for WIS)

no matter where
in Kafka you read
the oppression begins.

She dips her wishes
into boiling water,
her favorite tea!

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Come See My Garden (poem)

Here’s a poem for any kids who love the garden.

In my garden
everything grows;
I planted straw,
I planted stones.
I planted candy
and moonlight too.
I planted laughs
and the color blue.
I planted clods
that sprouted shoots.
Come see my garden.
It’s all in bloom!

Poems of Love and Loss

1.
When you
drink this tea
let it’s scent
recall this day.

2.
Emotional Blackmail
(My version of a poem by Blair Ewing)

For my art I charge no rent
for your space within my heart.
Nor do I pray God’s interference.
(Seek no ends, only soft words
between two friends I thought were close.)

And if my reasons won’t persuade,
plagued with error and tinged with rage
Lady, the blame is mine alone.
Let the error die on the page.

3.
He called her “First Snow”.
That was his pet name for her.
She swirled around him and made him smile,
and agitated his eyes in a good way.
She brought to his cheeks a rose red
and her every touch tingled.

4.
If she needs a kidney, I” give her three!

5.
She thought and thought –
his gray winter coat
fading into the
brown and bare branches

6.
Does it really
do any harm
to love another
from afar?

7.
Don’t go to sleep
my dear, my dear.
Watch over me
until I do.

Top of Their Field and Favorites

Dear Reader,

Through my 25 years, and 200 issues of the arts and media zine Musea (1992-now), I’ve met many excellent musicians, painters, writers, photographers, filmmakers, etc.

Here are some that are personal favorites, but I also think that they are at the top of their field and they deserve world recognition for their achievements.

Gregory K. H. Bryant – art

David McGhee – photography

Sara Niemietz and Snuffy Walden – music

Michael Helsem – writing

Scott Jacob Loehr – music

Ace Backwards – blogging.

Sparrow – poetry.

David Darling – science website, writing.

TYT, The Young Turks – online news.

Tom Hendricks
(editor of Musea)

MAIN Website
tomhendricks.us

The Best!

Vision Poems

What is a VISION POEM?
WARNING: This is not ‘Poetry 101’. This is advanced. Vision Poetry does not rhyme (most of the time), and it’s not what you are used to. If for any reason, after reading two or three of these short poems, you don’t ‘GET IT’; please, fold up the zine page , replace it on the stack where you found it, and slowly back away from your computer.

Now that we’ve gotten rid of the neophytes, let’s continue. Vision poems are part koan, part hallucination, part vision, slightly enlightening, and peppered with occasional eureka moments. They are word pictures, dreams, fantasies, jokes, lightning strikes, and kafkaesque situations. Read them with a sense of adventure. Then see if the startling images – somewhat like what a painter might see in his mind before beginning his new work – suggests anything deeper or more profound. Enjoy and let me hear what you think.

the white stones
began to float
rise up and
turn to stars

Year of the too close Moon.

My garden decided
it didn’t need me!

I imagined an orchard
in full bloom
and an orchard behind it
and an orchard behind it
and …

howling wind in a
haunted wood…