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#264

Nexus

Discovered thinking of the beginning,
he said, “Now we are essential.
The answer, the change, is to float.
Engage the happy balance
in a world where balance
is continuous.”

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2014 in springboards

 

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#257

I’m writing/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
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                                           ry
I’m singing/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
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                                           ry
I’m breathing/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
                 poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
And that is
   who
     I
    am

I listen for clicks
on sidewalks
voices going sideways
and explosions inside me
trying to guide me
away from hiding all
those gray sides of me
I don’t want you to see

I live under the raindrops
feel the pindrops
feel the puddles slop
around my heels
feel the sound of
rain plopping on my brain
because
  this is
   who
     I
    am

I live with/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
                 poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
I dance with/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
                 poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
I give you/poetra poetra poet
                                           ry
                 poetra poetra poet
                                           ry

because that is
  who you are
      too

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2014 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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#256

Glorious Gut Music

what is this rhythm
livin
in my gut
this beat beat beat beat beat
that ain’t the
thumpa thumpa thumpa
of my heart
this belly button
bass poundin
a oogala a oogala a oogala
that makes my legs ache
from dancin in my dreamin

when did these jazzy jumpups
join me
and why when i walk
do my toes
tappy tappy tappy
in my shoes

the thumpa thumpa thumpa
tries to keep me straight
but my knees keep clicking
ticking off the time
of the rhyme
that makes my body
tell my mouth
“listen buddy
you just sing out
this glorious gut music
of beat beat beat
a oogala a oogala a oogala
beat beat a oogala
and we will all
be dancin happy fools”

finally listenin
even the thumpa thumpa thumpa
of my heart agrees

tappy tappy
click click
beat beat
a oogala

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2014 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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#252

2 voice poem (whispered wanderings)

whispered wanderings
                                           we’ve journeyed here
                                           from the interior
voiced with the wind
                                           we did not know the way
lilting
                                           but we came anyway
almost silent                         almost silent

we sang
                                           we hoped
to bring
                                           to sing
love to you                            love to you

                                           but the trip was long
and the wind stilted
                                           and you had gone
so the air hung heavy
and now we’ve lost                and now we’ve lost
the way back                        the way back

 
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Posted by on January 14, 2014 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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#244

Solveig’s Song

no matter how serious
the old man is
the little girl in her
white church dress
always comes skipping across the lawn

 
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Posted by on January 6, 2014 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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#242

I am from…(springboard)

I am from
   smooth beach stones
   and wandering footsteps
   counting falling stars
   and wishing on dandelion fluff

I am from
   my fear of heights
   and my love of rhythm
 from getting dirty before baseball games
   and showering off the mud
   after football
 from learning to add
   by playing cards
   and learning to sing
   while driving alone
   with the windows up

I am from
   Disney movies
   and family dinners
 from an absent dad
   and a silent mother
 from sisters who didn’t know me
   and a dog who I thought did

I am from
   Amazing Grace
   and the girlfriend it gave me
   the wedding where it was sung
   and my daughter who asks for it every night
   and calls it
   the Bonnie Grace song

I am from
   the smell of brand new books
 from red haired cuteness
 and from the one day
   lying on the grass
   looking at clouds
   when I realized
   I, too, am alive

 
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Posted by on January 4, 2014 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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#227

Three voice poem (w/ Adam Kerr and Ryan Ramos)

calling
                          yelling
                                                     screaming
shouting
                          singing
                                                     feeling
crying
                          becoming
                                                     loving
words                  words                  words
words
we                       we
                          speak                  speak
                                                     words
                          is rhythm
                          the answer to life
                                                     is life
                                                     a reason to live?
to live
                          a life
answers
                                                     we need
                          how many words?
we search for
truth                                               truth
                                                     searches for us
                          and what do we find?
words                  words                  words

 
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Posted by on December 18, 2013 in old discoveries, springboards

 

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