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papa Bray from
Puako
the old Hawain
did a rain dance ...
and they all blew
across their beer bottle tops
the sound
was like a conch shell of many colors
and it rained..............
their bird baths once again held sky in them...
keepin' the BEAT
out of the
cellar
of our venice hideaway
harachis's slappin' down the cobblestone breezeway
finger snappin' the beat
to the beach and the ocean
this same spirit took me to the mountain in Hawaii
next to another lady muse
Pele a spitfire goddess of the volcano
the one the old ones whisper
out of the closet now the words flow
take on the sound of bamboo
lionel hampton in the wind
and the smell of sandalwood
the
spirit of Billie
a long ago
lady of Venice—
wail of a tenor sax
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Oil
Babble
such
importance on words
people in public life
digitalized forever
can't take 'em back
but you can twist 'em
in a circle the other way
infinity ...two loops linking
ah such is the way
of politician lawyers
and real estate land cancer
that splices the tongue
of a black crow
once green wetlands
creosote mud flats
drying in a desert sun
while the wind
winds through
barren toxic shores
and the last tree
struggles...
to grow
in man's mire
On April 20, 2010
The British Petroleum Deepwater Horizon oil rig exploded on
the Outer Continental Shelf in the Gulf of Mexico unleashing
a torrent of oil into the the ocean, a deluge that has begun
to inundate the shores, bays, estuaries and other waterways
of America.
~Editor's note: John
Daleiden
Tanka
wake up
and smell the roses
on the
edge
of a cloud....
the moon shines
through my window
into my dreams
twinkling with humor
in
grandmother's
violet eyes—
lesson of life's thorns,
where
the roses still bloom
young
brave
spirit
animal....
mountain lion
oh kingly leader
of sleek feline form
touch my heart with courage
then sound the alarm
that i may lead with foresight
assurance bright and true
to carry on the spirit
of strength i see in you
my son
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somebody banged my ride
of dealing
with
insurance companies
somebody banged my ride
with coolers full
oysters steaks n beer
po-leece n ambulance
and the tow guy
to the top o the mountain
truck on top o tow truck
coolers and contents
a rained on teary eyed
mountain woman….
and jimmy buffet on the stereo-o-o
tow truck sucks up some cinders
and chokes out, half way up
he's kick starting it in reverse
my truck is already totaled
I'm cracking up.........
tell him to level out and start over
he wants to go get HIS truck
no the beer is waiting
campfire 'n food
cold and wet I am
thankful I wasn’t T-boned
and all my troubles over
it's still my birthday no matter what
another truck 4X4
Rose to the rescue
with Opie san, the owner
my great great aunt Opie
memories and a sign—it's
meant to be
it's an automatic tho
good for old aged knees
air-conditioned for frequent hot flashes
and a double cab for company
speakers all the way around
and softer seats to go off roading
a guitar pick in the ashtray
God doesn’t close one door
without opening two more
my life gets a good kick start….
thank you credit union ladies
For getting me over
the bumps in the road
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nature's paintings
new
digs....
with no wall space
pictures to hang
all memories of the past
on the other hand
open windows
fresh air
and a new start
nature's views
god's masterpieces
in every direction
Kyoka
computer
lag
lost in space
in the universe of verse
cobwebs grow
in the cosmos
Shanna Baldwin
Moore, US—Photo
Haiga: birdsong
Shanna Baldwin
Moore, US—Free
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Shanna Baldwin
Moore, US—"moss"
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Shanna Baldwin
Moore, US and Vince Beck, AU—Song:
Live for Now
