Bonnie’s Day Off

On his way out the door Bonnie kisses Clyde goodbye and says in her quiet voice, y’know, that voice, “Hey Honey, pick up some money at the bank on your way home, will ya?”

OK, not poetry. But it is amusing and has a rhyme… honey/money, which reminds me… Please check out my donation/tip page on your way through.

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No Justice on Stolen Land

Along Victoria Inner Harbour
Behind the granite wall
Next to Capt. James Cook’s effigy in bronze
Next to bold bronze plaques of white-worlders-
Come-by-water
Across from The Empress
In front of the Assembly of Other Nations
Under an iron bench
Scratched in concrete—
No justice on stolen land.

 

Update, July 2, 2021: The statue of Captain James Cook at Victoria Inner Harbour was torn down by a group of protesters and thrown into the harbour. It will not be replaced.

Included in Make A list: How a Simple Practice Can Change Our Lives and Open Our Hearts by Marilyn McEntyre: Wm. B. Eerdmans Publishing Co., 2018. A lovely book.

Published in: “Letter to the White Imbongi” 2013

We Will Survive

Take away the sun above
And burn the air we breathe.
Take away the moon and stars
And everything believed.

Take away the green of life—
The blue-green seas below.
And take the glow that lives in them
And everything unknown.

Take the candle. Take the verse.
Take art. And take the artist’s words.
Take each thing— its form, its name.
Take everything. What’s left but blame?

One thing’s for sure— We will survive
We have gone on and left this song behind.

 

Published in: “souls arriving” 2006 as version “9/11” : “3201 e’s” 2018 as version “We Have Gone On (9/11)”

WAR

WAR is NOT a spiritual preference (except to the insane)
WAR is NOT a spiritual orientation (except to the Merchant of Chaos)
WAR is NOT a spiritual experience (except to those who die)

open our eyes together and we will dream
open our fists today and we will build
open our doors tonight and we will sing
open our eyes/fists/doors

(or close your eyes and never mind
(close your fists and build collateral damage
(close your doors and scream

oh no
open our eyes/fists/doors

send our prayers to the front lines
send our light to the front lines
send our truth to the front lines
send us

and we will build for beauty
and for freedom
and for love

send us  

Published in: “souls arriving” 2006: “3201 e’s” 2018

Members of the Jury—

It was a drive-by versing
A poem invasion
An act of irrepressible aesthetics
Unmitigated form and passion
Premeditated meter
Alliteration
Aggravated by both rhythm
And rhyme

It was a drive-by versing
A poem incursion
A wilding of fact and fantasy

By all accounts
A Declaration of Words

 

When my home town made it illegal for singers and performers to freely work the streets there was a protest rally. I read this poem from the old courthouse steps with bullhorn in hand.

Published in: “souls arriving” 2006

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THE NEW APARTHEID

Yes, segregate.
Create a slum for me.
Build walls.
Render us apart.
Hide.

 

The New Apartheid appears in full in Walling In and Walling Out: Why Are We Building New Barriers to Divide Us? by Laura McAtackney (Editor), Randall H. McGuire (Editor), as the epigraph for Chapter 11, Conclusion. Available on Amazon. The Introduction’s epigraph is a quote from Mending Wall (from which a line provides the book title), a poem by Robert Frost. Randall McGuire wrote, “I want to thank you for capturing in 13 words what we struggled to say in 100s of pages of academic prose.”

Also published in: “souls arriving” 2006 as Apartheid: “3201 e’s” 2018

Joy of Acknowledgement

Spoons
c-d-lick-k-k

pots/pans
b-bang-ng-ng
bowng b boawng
Hey!

-ey!
lids
CRSH-INGGG

Hey ng ng-ng b-ba-wnng Hey!

Hey!
HeyboangHecd-ba-b-yonnHey!
HeyowngHeyboangdeclick (SHiNGHey!)
Heyang-b-bang-c-dlick bongHey!
c-Hey-c-baowngSHINGGbonng-nging-Hey!

 

Dedicated to all those who’ve helped: Pots, pans, lids & spoons from balconies around the world.

Published in: “souls arriving” 2006 as “Joy of Kitchen”

Peace

Peace
Is not withdrawal
Peace is the surge
The urge
Peace is arising
Swelling
It’s an overflowing
Swing of
Upturning
Turned-up rhythm
Peace is resurgence
Peace is expression
In and of
Common Purpose
Cresting waves
Of purpose
Aligned
Upon a new dynamic line
Peace is
Not withdrawal from life
Peace is not placid
Not flaccid
Peace is active
Busy
Peace is believed
Conceived
Crafted
Peace is for
And not against
Peace just is
See?
And you are its source
And I am its source
And we are its source
Reaching
Reaching from and for and to
Every searching soul
Peace is strength
Of integrity
Peace is faith
In living

Peace is yours
Mine
Ours

Peace is ready now