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Vision Poems 1/1/19

January 1, 2019

VISION POEMS

(What is a Vision Poem – see below*)

I built a birdhouse then
he built one for me.

you live
somewhere else
don’t you?

Gum for mortar!

the songbird
stopped singing
turned his head to the Sun
setting…

“You can’t just run wild!”
said I to my listening toys.

3 Blues
for your portrait!

I lived in Scotland
until a sudden
noise shattered
my daydream!

The Church of Spring Blossoms

The “Magic mountain”
children’s version!

My Zen calendar
burnt up!
What day is that?

look in …
any direction!

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*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.

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Four Poems on Animals

September 1, 2018

Scamper! Scamper!
little rabbit.
Hide in the hedges
little rabbit!

Black flash across the pond!
A waterbug or the shadow of a moth?

“Show me how
the cricket jumps!”
The boy’s eyes
shift about –
He’s thinking ….

like Schrodinger’s cat
my future is uncertain.
Unwrap the box,
pull back the curtain!

The Little Girl with the Big Name

August 15, 2018

https://youtu.be/AWFSbgO3uSw

3 Moon Poems

July 30, 2018

Moon Park
invisible in day
starts stirring
as dusk settles.
Meet me my love
at Moon Park.

There is a place
on the far side of the Moon
that’s home to the shadows
that have been left behind.
They walk those moors
on that grey world;
itself a shadow
to a larger body.

Call me
the Moon poet,
and i’ll
light up!

Readymades (poems)

July 14, 2018

What are readymades? They are poems hiding in the prose of others. With a few touchups they make great poems too!

READYMADES

One is reminded
of the words of the poet
which I have forgotten
at the moment.
– P. G. Wodehouse from “Bachelors Anonymous.”

To be read?
Nay not so! …
Rather to be thumbed,
to be cooed over,
to be dogs eared,
to be rumpled
to be kissed by
the illiterate
ungrammatical,
dimpled, darlings!
(From Lewis Carroll intro to Alice)

Truly all things
have not been revealed.
But by long seeking
mortals make progress.
(Retelling of a phrase by Xenophanes of Colophon.)

Multiple levels
of consequences
– BBC Reporter.

The shadows grow
as darkness falls
– Glamorous Temptation TV Drama.

The sheer ecstasy
of existence.
– Charles Ephraim Burchfield.

Buzzing polinators!
– Science Daily article on Bees.

Waves erase
my footsteps.
– Glamorous Temptations, Korean TV, Final Ep.

I love being a writer
(but) what I can’t stand
is (all) the paperwork!
– Peter de Vries


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