Food of life

Posted: April 22, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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Here’s to you, the sweet food of life
the struggle the pain the strife
blood fights won blood fights lost
Rising from knees at any cost
Here’s to you, you son of a bitch
One arm behind, rope’s half hitch
As hard as you try to tie the knot
you’re not as tough as once thought
Thrown  brown bottles and broken glass
I’ve dodged your throw and kicked your ass

OC

Uneventful Day

Posted: April 19, 2016 in poem, poet, poetry, writing
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I passed another birthday last week
It was an uneventful day
Me, growing a year older
No bells rang
no speeches were given
And no woven basket donations were collected
I just woke up, took my first morning breath and yawned
A fine way to start any day
but for my hair, being just a little messed up
I’m still hanging on tight to that bar
Me, a year older

John

 

Vigil Watch

Posted: April 9, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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Look into the weary night
Moon birds quiet silent flight
Not all rest but stay awake
await the hour of night’s daybreak
Under morning sun they will sleep
With dreams of night within they keep
Of starlight glows and shadows cast
A vigil watch until night is past
For other creatures crawl and pursue
The taste of blood and their bone to chew.

DSS

Poem’s Hunger

Posted: April 6, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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You shouldn’t write or read poetry
with a full stomach.
There must be a hollow space
left inside of you
to put the words, ideas and emotions.
Hunger feeds a poem’s soul,
only sated by the eaten or written word.

Thoughts can overflow the poem’s page
and lie spilled onto the floor
like a thin puddle
that is easily mopped up
and never pondered again.

Always save space for dessert

DSS

I just heard on the news that there could be a new trend in clothing. Due to the radiation leaks caused by the reactor meltdown in Japan five years ago, radioactive particles are being found as far away as the West Coast of the U.S. Since then the demand for and cost of Geiger counters have skyrocketed. The car manufacturer Toyota is coming to the rescue. Being the world’s innovator of new ideas, a few years ago they had discovered an experimental dye that reacts to radioactive isotopes that they thought had no practical uses.

Since the accident they have been experimenting with using this dye in cloth manufacturing. The way I understand it, the clothes made from it will change color in direct proportion to the amount of radiation it is exposed to. A different color for each level of intensity. The colors that the clothing will turn are very similar to the colors that we once used in warning levels of terror threat by Homeland Security.

The colors are the following: Exposed to Severe radiation – your shirt will turn Red, exposed to High levels and may be dangerous – your shirt will turn Orange, Elevated above normal – your shirt will turn Yellow,  Guarded, slight exposure – your shirt will turn Blue. Under normal conditions your shirt will remain Green. No need to wear exposure badges or Geiger counters.

I believe that this is a great idea. And leave it to the Japanese and Toyota to think of it. Green is also my favorite color and I wouldn’t mind wearing that color everyday. The sales of Geiger counters are expected to plummet. Going from the very short supply they are  now to totally obsolete and unnecessary.

The chemical used in the dye, Chromium isoamyl acetate, is very rare and very caustic in its raw form. It is very dangerous to handle until it is forced safe during the manufacturing process. The only known location where it can be mined is in the United States near the town of Michcaska, Wisconsin. Due to low wages, plentiful work force and nonexistent unions, Toyota is making plans to mine and manufacture the cloth right there in Wisconsin, hopefully in Michcaska near the strip mines.

Way to go Toyota! I wants me one of those shirts!

OC

500 Vine Street

Posted: March 27, 2016 in poem, poet, poetry

(All of John’s characters are feeling under the weather today, on this day we call Easter, so all agreed to re-blog one of the only spiritual things DSS has ever written that they were all in agreement.  OC)

 

I’m not particularly in search of God Almighty.
I feel that being spiritual is more the quest for questions
than it is a quest for answers.
If it is a scientific thing, a firm answer may be found.
If it is a spiritual thing, the answer may be no more than mist
and if we find it as fact, is it spiritual any longer?
The world is round and the planets do orbit the Sun
What if we found God living down the block at 500 Vine Street?
Would he still be an inspiration to us?
If we passed his house each day and he was sitting in his favorite chair on the porch admiring his creations
would we be so amazed?
Would you still pray to credit God for good fortune or
for the courage to survive your hard times?
Or would you just go down to 500 Vine Street and
sit on the porch with him for a while and thank him in person?
Soon wouldn’t you just be passing by and only giving him
a tip of the hat or a shallow curtsy?
No, I am not searching for God or His answers any longer.
It is much more interesting and perhaps more spiritual to search for more questions of the Universe.
Why do bugs have 6 legs?
Why are wheels round?
Why is a thought just a thought?
Where is God?
I know… He’s at 500 Vine Street
If He was there,
it wouldn’t be long before people would be asking,
Is he really at 500 Vine Street?
An answer takes so much explaining
A question can be so short no matter how complicated the answer.
And the Universe never runs out…….
without questions, how empty the void would be.

DSS

Good Friday

Posted: March 25, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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Breathe in on Monday, the inhale
Take in a big one
Stretch the swimsuit
Next exhale….  the end of the week
You are taking the weekly deep dive
The release will be Friday afternoon, breath held for 5 days
In deep water.

Friday, Nothing can be started today, you can only come up for air
and do that 5 O’clock gasp!
Only things finished today
or left for the big deep inhale on Monday
Save breathing for the weekend, and Have one regularly, like every 3 or 4 seconds,
take in the leisure , let out the remnants of the past few days
Life’s CPR !!!
Hopefully someone will pound and squeeze your heart.
Good Friday …. …. maaaaan  …. all Fridays are good!

OC

This Thing of Spring

Posted: March 21, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, Seasons

Open the doors to this thing of Spring
let purple buds spread and dandelions plant themselves deep.
Among the changing grass from brown to green
the six-legged bugs will be lost to sharp beaked and orange breasted birds.
Follow the north creeping eastern Sun
warming the wind, rain and river wanderers.
Walk slowly together  under  rain and umbrella silks
with bare feet in buckle rubber boots that splatter shallow pools.
Turn your rose cheeks to the sky and rejoice in the wet taste of this thing of spring.

DSS

A Joke

Posted: March 17, 2016 in free verse, Humor, poem, poet, poetry
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I have nothin and I don’t have much time . But I do have a Bar joke, a groaner perhaps.

A Priest, Rabbi and a pirate with a parrot on his shoulder come walking into a bar.

As soon as they walk into the door the bartender says,

“Hey you guys get out of here! What are you trying to do….turn this place into a joke?”

Have a fun day!
DSS

Line up!
Single file!
March!
Listening to the beat of the sandal feet!
March 1…. 2….3!
Line up!
Straight!
I’m goin’ to tell you when to go to sleep!
March!
Right Face!
Place!
You think one ho ur missed is Hell!
March!
Sound off!
1 …… 2 ….3.4!
I will get you up one ho.. ur early as well!
Company!
Halt!
Sound Off!
Fuck it!

E.