An April Shower of Words

Post by **joel** » April 5th, 2007, 5:30 pm

I love you now perceived with eyes alone—
no spectacle my spectacles allow,
but crisp and cold, with blurry windswept grace
that takes no joy in “as it is” when “as
it may be manifested” rides the cloud-
imagined-image overhead. Amen.
I went away to space uncharted where
I ventured out unmapped—and life was there.
And love was there. And you were there. Amen.
Imagine me a fig tree, green and proud
and full of vernal hope: a tree that has
all promises of fruit beneath its base
abundant, leafy nature—what if now
untimely snow denuded me? What’s shown?

Post by **Dave The Dov** » April 5th, 2007, 6:28 pm

For Allen Ginsberg

Breaded be-speckled merry mirth maker who's ashes are now mixed with the millions of others
Yes even after tens years we still remember your spirit
The words you howled to us
Ommmmmmmmm I chant for you
April 5th 1997 - April 5th 2007
You are our Sunflower Sutra our Sunflower Sutra
You made see the light when the dark was around
Let's carry on now and keep you in our thoughts hearts and minds forever

Post by **judih** » April 5th, 2007, 11:40 pm

Allen's spirit waves from the aeons
sailing through satori
sutra in hand
sunflower bowing its sweet yellow head
a beard in time
a whitman friend in the aisles
You, Allen, have ignited the soul of many a voice
my heart has cried over father death
my soul has sung with your fine audacity
you lived, you live, you will live

see ya in my dreams, AG

Post by **WIREMAN** » April 6th, 2007, 2:13 pm

Got into his essays
and non- poetic
writings recently
he was an earth shaker
thunderbolt maker
mover who knew the do
amidst all the negative
bally-hoo.....I never tried to
understand....better I'll
always remember the man chanting
OM.........at the '68 Democratic convention
in Chicago...........

Post by **Whitebird Sings** » April 6th, 2007, 3:56 pm

rising,
maybe jazz inspired --
one morning in spring,
like many here
he howled
urban voltage.
non-conformist
poets' evolution,
or is it revolution?

Post by **stilltrucking** » April 6th, 2007, 5:17 pm

a native son
put his queer shoulder to the wheel
poetic revolutionary

Post by **WIREMAN** » April 6th, 2007, 6:13 pm

had to get past that
the words the thang
been thru some wild times
lately..........high and lows
crap shoot life
wouldn't have it any other way
hangin another wireman show
improvising and being cool
crabcake night below the catoctins......

Post by **stilltrucking** » April 6th, 2007, 6:53 pm

limping a little
moving slow
moving still
baby needs new shoes
Native texans bummed out
clouldy rainy week end
in the fifties
me
snow bird walking in tall cotton

Post by **WIREMAN** » April 7th, 2007, 8:20 am

ST Jammer
Judih jammer for sure
D a jammer
come on all the rest
of you jammers
get sticky
get lickity-splickty
come on babies light my fire
take me a lil higher
i wanna be a live wire
showin my sculptures today
by the Catoctins
50 miles from the bay
time for some sausage and eggs
and a cuppa joe
and the home fries....gots to have the home fries
everybody JAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Post by **judih** » April 7th, 2007, 9:35 am

got some alice b toklas
cooling from the oven
tell me when the coffee's on

Post by **Arcadia** » April 7th, 2007, 11:07 am

(I´m about to almorzar
but after that it´ll be ok!)

sad news from the south
a teacher shot while running from the police
gas lacrimógeno right to the head
only one metre
brain crashing
brain death
sad country
angry country
hope country
marcha and paro on monday

Post by **Whitebird Sings** » April 7th, 2007, 1:07 pm

I know this to be true,
our reality
is NOT
what is dictated to us
by the news mongers
like CNN.

I know this to be true,
there are more good souls
on this planet
who care
and
act like they care
than there are teachers who run
and shooters.

I know this to be true,
only those who choose to stay in the dark
live without hope,
with perpetual anger,
live sad,
live blind.

I know this to be true,
like Rumi said
it's the light that lives in all our souls
that let's us see colours in the dark.
It let's us make music
and poems
and dance.

So come,
let's hold hands,
let me stroke your cheek,
listen and
be soothed,
then excited
by the rhythms of life,
let us hold each other
skin to skin
and dance
on this rainbow day!

so it is

Post by **WIREMAN** » April 7th, 2007, 2:27 pm

that was the week that was
chilly and full of surprises
some slaps, some blessed
kisses upon the brow
reality sandwhiches call
it life...............

Post by **mnaz** » April 7th, 2007, 6:21 pm

Spring is like a girl I once knew.
Green paintbrush meadow on Sunday.
Polar ice cap wind on Monday...

Oh wait, that's my job... Never mind.
But I do so love my job,
like a girl I once knew,
in a green paintbrush meadow,
on Sunday...

Post by **WIREMAN** » April 7th, 2007, 7:37 pm

time for a reading
coming on quick
jammin on the run
spring will be sprung and
it'll probably be 90 next week..........

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