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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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The Little Girl with the Big Name

August 15, 2018

https://youtu.be/AWFSbgO3uSw

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

Seven Poems About Animals

July 5, 2018

A bee in the cathedral?
Get him out!
No one wants him there
but God!

the flower
seems to know
what to do!

from my door
high in the tree
I see a straw nest
my nearest neighbor.

can this mouse
help the lion?

busy people
pass them by,
but grandfather and child
love the birds.

I love to watch you dragonfly
when you’re hovering …
over there …
and not too close!

I kicked a stone
over the cliff.
A startled bird
rose up in it’s place!

Poems of Hope and Despair

April 27, 2018

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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