Riding on hot fires and flares of exploding stardirt
Melting into the ice of comets
orbiting through dark and deep.
brewed in sunheat,
Organized by chaos
Tempered by flame and cold
Lightly touched by an amino………
I wiggled.
DSS
Riding the Comet
Posted: July 18, 2020 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writingTags: poem, poet, poetry
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I’ve had it. I’m moving ahead. I am done with talking about the problems this country has. I am moving on. There are too many things I want to do the next few years that I have on this earth. I have never seen any bad color in this country. I’m not wasting anymore of my time trying to convince you of everyone’s civil rights and equality for everyone. You can stay stuck in the mud unable to see but I’m moving on. Just get out of my way, you are slowing me down. I have many things to do and I don’t have time to waste, listening to your racist ideas. I’m casting away the weight that you add to my load. I’m moving on without you. I have always believed in equality and I don’t need you trying to drag me down into the mud you are stuck in. Stay where you are but there Are millions like me that are throwing off the load You add and are satisfied in The world we will be without your hindrance and We are moving on. You won’t be missed. We all have great new lives to live so Just get out of our way. We will have no more of your 20th century Jim Crow BS. Look in the mirror, you are old, wrinkled and sagging dying flesh. Our faces are fresh and of many colors.
E
(E , this week of the 4th of July, has been surrounded by What he is too polite to call many white privileged (and I will just say it) racist bigots. He is very tired of it. He believes that it is time for all races, white, black, Latino, Asian and LGBTQ to join together and just keep moving ahead. Just leave those that think they are privileged and superior behind. He knows that they are unable to move. If they don’t move but we keep moving ahead, we will be leaving them behind. The laws of physics and the laws of gravity will be on our side. Keep moving, keep ignoring them, for the Universal laws of our galaxy will abide. DSS)
What if we remember the moon wrong
And toast to it before it’s full.
Does it mean the same?
Is it as real or of value?
Proclaiming the nearly full moon.
Reaching out to the hope of the moon.
But you must first know it.
Is what you give as real?
What is it that’s given back?
Is it no more real than
the full moon a day early?
Is it no more than an early moon
With your hopes and promises as full?
DSS
Within the words of let it be
I am waiting for an answer,
Not knowing where
I’ll wait for her
From her darkness or her lighted whisper
I set at home while here alone
Waiting my lost Mary mother
If she comes to me
will I but see
her silent wisdom as my only answer
DSS
What music, what drum beat
does this man walk to
What music, what drum beat
is in his head when he wins
What strum of the strings
inspires him to try
to take the chance
to win or lose
to stand up to an other’s tune
What’s inside his head
what ringing in the ears
drives this man
whose voice, whose tin notes
inspires him to not pause
but to win the fight.
What is inside this man
not muscle or bone or blood
but what is it he hears
in his head
this man’s mass of mind.
What music, what drum beat
does this man walk to?
DSS
While we wait, only eat then sleep
Within these walls, counted minutes creep
Wash hands wash face stay away 6 feet
or meet the day found 6 feet deep
E
Hope not Thought Lost
Posted: April 7, 2020 in Everyday Life, free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writingWe wait, can much more come
Some will calmly weigh the options
Some will franticly react
Some will rise above
Some will don masks and take charge
Some become the many
Hope not Thought lost or thought forgotten
Only counted on the first day
Monetized on the second
Heroically thought saved on the third
But only lovingly wrapped in clean white linens on the last.
Can much more come?
DSS
From 5 years ago, remembering Jack K.
Angry Hunger
Pulling the words from the Universe and the titles from our old poets
Reminding us of an invisible presence of compassion
that you told us was filling the vacuum of the vast yet to be understood black emptiness
and mentioned your God.
You marveled at the night sky stars and planets that you slept under and wondered about
while you drove your wandering road trips
Drinking and screwing and sharing what you and others loved.
Giving us long written scrolls reminding us of our short lives
and warning us of our early deaths by the hand of conformity
We say we are walking to your rhythm
but your beat may be one we no longer can completely explain.
DSS
Comatose
Posted: February 13, 2020 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writingTags: poem, poet, poetry
I have just been awakened from a 40 year sleep caused by a coma. I am hearing talk of a thing named “twitter” that has an innocent little blue birdie mascot. This must be for children. I do remember that a new thing called “arc net?” Or “internet?” would be making a few computer communications programs possible.
This must be a way for our young pre-school and elementary children to communicate using short words and incomplete sentences. Hope this is helping their communication skills and teaching them an early respect for social etiquette. When I unfortunately fell into coma, we parents were needing help in that area of child rearing. “Twitter”, such a cute children’s name. I hope my children and grandchildren had this available in their early elementary school years.
I can only imagine that I have so many other new exciting things yet to be told to me that have happened in my decades long absence.
Newly Arisen Naive 1980’s John
2020 or 20-20
Posted: December 29, 2019 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writingTags: poem, poet, poetry
Well, what’s it going to be? 2020, as in two thousand twenty or 20-20, as in twenty-twenty, your hope of your last eye exam.
I know, we have finished a complete century calling it, 19 hundred or 19 eighty-four or Nineteen whatever not one thousand nine hundred 84 or one thousand nine hundred 51. The whole century was 19-xx. We were stuck with it. But now we have a choice.
How we start this decade is what we will have to live with for at least the next ten years. I made the mistake of not objecting to the first decade of this century, allowing 20-01, 20-02, etc. But we did start out the century calling it “the year 2000”. Didn’t we?
I’ll just say that the movie “2001” was never referred to as “20-01” unless you were really spaced out in 19-69 when the movie was first released.
I’m voting for 2020 as in two thousand twenty. The four of us here at DistantShipSmoke have agreed on it. So just incase we don’t speak before then –
Hope you all have a Happy and Prosperous Two-Thousand Twenty from the Gang, DSS, E, OC and John.
DSS
