February 2013 K Poems
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“At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.”
--Plato
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“We re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through
our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're
not alone.”--Orson Welles
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“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am
loved.”
--George Eliot
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I just finished dusting. I need to
dust far more often. Zen begins at home.
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"A winner is
someone who recognizes his God-given talents, works his tail off to develop
them into skills, and uses these skills to accomplish his goals."--Larry
Bird
Alcoholic
When you are in your fifties
and still drinking heavily
it is no longer called “partying.”
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She lives in a cage.
I wonder what it’s like
to live in a cage all your life;
to constantly climb from side to side
and never really get anywhere.
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Take care of yourself
I see this guy no older than late fifties
riding through the store
on one of those electric wheelchair type things.
He’s got clear tubes running out of his nostrils
and I say to myself that I am glad
that I take better care of myself
than it appears that he has.
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Waiting
I wonder if all the people
seated in this waiting room
are as crazy as I was
twenty one years ago
when I first took a seat here?
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A difference between birds
A pigeon flies out in front of me
from the patio of a restaurant
where I imagine he has been
scavenging for scraps. I think
of my bird at home,
how her wings are clipped
and if she flaps them
she gets nowhere.
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Cognitive Dissonance
There are questions
that I wish that I hadn’t asked,
but didn’t realize this
until I had already asked them.
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Growl
It’s the big dogs that we often fear
but I learned a long time ago
while delivering pizza
that it is the little dogs
that you really have to look out for.
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Scant
Just yesterday, or the day before it
or maybe it was the day before that
or last month, maybe. I don’t know
but I do know that until you came
along Love of the sort that you have
given me had been scant.
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Strange Configuration
I didn’t do my best.
I need a second chance.
I need someone to show me
how to get blood off of a broken heart.
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Tangled
Topless place.
Beer.
Bob Dylan knows
how to tell a story,
or he used to.
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Buffoon
I bought a secret
but I gave it away too soon.
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Conceptually and beyond
Each note has a place
in a song; just like
each cell in our body
has a function. Heaven
and Hell may just be concepts.
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All is cool here, baby
On the second day of the new month, I turned a page on my
new calendar. I thought that January was going to run on for years. I’m slam
dancing in the kitchen, unable to wait until Peace Train plays. I’m not
searching for a Hard Headed Woman. I got one ate home.
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No homicide
L.A. Woman never fails to turn me on.
Niether does my
woman.
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The certainty of uncertainty
Plans change,
so does my mind.
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Feeling bad like toxic man
smoked a pack today
didn’t give a damn that
I killed a fifth before I went
out to the club.
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Justice until it hurts
The evidence won’t be won.
The obvious victors lose.
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Show me your better way
The light is mine.
The night is yours.
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Lack of return is inevitable
I won’t be coming back;
there is lack of reason for such.
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Innuendo
Name a name I’ll drop it.
Commit a crime’ they’ll stop it.
Dirty dishes; car needs gas.
In the spring we’ll cut the grass.
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The Daily K Feb. 3, 2013
AAI was up at five minutes until 4 a.m.; wide awake in the
bed I was so why lay there? It is 5:03 a.m., and I am going to lay back down.
We are going to celebrate Joan’s granddaughter’s first
birthday, today, at the home of Joan’s daughter, and her family. That
granddaughter is named Ava Jean, and she is one of the most precious babies
that you have ever seen:
inquisitive, knowing, mostly a wide grin on her face, or
laughter emitting from her existence.
The Super Bowl is this evening. I don’t really care who
wins. I guess I should want the 49er’s to lose, since they knocked our Falcons
out of the competition but my revenge urge is not strong so far this morning.
It is Sunday, another Sunday in our lives. How many more
Sundays do we have? Which Sunday will be our last Sunday?
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How many more do we have?
It is Sunday, another Sunday in our lives.
How many more Sundays do we have?
Which Sunday will be our last Sunday?
Yesterday was Saturday, another Saturday
in our lives. How many more Saturdays
do we have? Tomorrow is Monday. How many
more Mondays do we have? Tuesdays,
and Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and Fridays.
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Not what you are doing
I am supposed to be doing
what I am supposed to be doing.
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Squawk Squawk
“Well, I got this
guitar, and I learned how to make it talk.”
--Bruce Springsteen
My guitar is not yet talking;
it is still squawking.
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Talk soon. Be safe. Love you.
In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love.
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Would that be unkind?
What if he worshiped
your body, and not your mind?
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Sometimes
enough is not enough,
and the going can get rough.
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In twelve step circles they say, "There, but for the
grace
of God go I." I am blessed, so very blessed, in so many
ways. I should be dead, or locked up, the way that I
carried on in my late teens, twenties, and early thirties,
but I am here, healthy and happy. Thank you, Lord, for
letting me see the new day, breathe the air of a new day.
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A thought or two on getting old
“So you’re scared and you’re thinking that
we ain’t that young anymore.”—The Boss
I don’t feel old, thought I may look old.
I may act old, though. Often, I am in bed
by eight. I don’t act the fool anymore,
which saves me a lot of trouble. I am wiser
than I once was. I feel the same as I always have
‘cept for some arthritis pains in my right knee
and right hip. I have a fake hip, too,
which I didn’t have when I was younger.
The need for that hip says that I am old
though I don’t feel old. I really don’t feel
any older than I’ve ever been. I really don’t.
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On her page she put down
that she was in a relationship,
but she wasn’t: she just wanted
to be in one so badly that she
was hoping that if she imagined it
it would be so. But it wasn’t.
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The cold is not after you
There’s a reason the seasons
turn blue, after being red, orange
and yellow.
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Something I missed
Plastic kiss.
Rainbow lips.
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Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
Give me love.
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Dressing
I played catch up.
I did not play with the ketchup.
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Coffee stains obscure
I brush my teeth,
and smile into the mirror.
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Let God pay you the 20%
I believe in service, you are
indentured to me.
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I believe in leading
by example, so you can’t see
most of what I do.
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Unconventional Wisdom
Listen to the conversation coincide
not with what you’re thinking.
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I am all about you
I will never
make a move
without you.
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Smile before you kill
Don’t get me wrong.
I ain’t that kind of man.
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Giving Thanks
“Did you write the book of love?”
--Don McClean
From institutions and jail cells
to this; I landed on my feet rather well.
I look at cops, these days, and it is
someone else in the back of their van,
oh Jack Daniels, I pray that I never drink it, again.
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Then It Is Ours
"Well my husband's got a boil on his butt. His brother
has herpes. And my name is Emma Sue, and I got the syph, but I'm not going to
give it to unless you hurt me. Then it is ours."
—A Paroinoi rumor
maybe started in
a struggling writer’s mind.
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Get down on that pussy for The Lord
Rub that pussy and start praying to The Lord.
And when you start to come, start murmuring,
“God, God, oh God.” And as the intensity of the
orgasm increases scream, “God, God, God,” over
and over getting as loud as you can. Ok? It’ll be
a good way to praise The Creator.
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In return for?
They want to build
their empire
on your back.
Your words
they take them
and give you nothing.
And you let them.
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See you at five
“I’m like Hunter Thompson, I could listen to, “Mister
Tamborine Man,” by The Byrds, until the trip was over, back when I was
tripping, or until it is time to light me on fire.
Maybe it was Dylan doing the Dylan thing that he liked, and
not The Byrds. I’m not sure. Hunter Thompson is dead. I don’t know if that is
current or pertinent news, but we wanted to report it to you today. Our
marketing dept. has determined that Thompson is still hugely popular author and
we want to cash in on it. See you at five.
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"When given crap, make crap mudpies, and feed them to
the enemy." For AMP.
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"You can't talk about it. You have to do it."
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My time has come.
No need to run.
Now open up that door for me.
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No fortune in his cookie
Most of my life's been a storm
Nobody forewarned me of the things
I would see, say, and do.
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The recovering violent heart
It's like a recovering violent heart,
that is only, now, coming around
to The Way of Love.
Do you know how many times
that guy got beat up?
Do you know how many times
he got burned, busted,
how many times his heart was broken?
Geez, I hope that it’s not too late for him.
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He doesn t send daily email messages does he?
I’m hoping that my Guru, if I had one, my man
a guy who is mostly sparse with words but makes
a great deal of sense to me is not guilty of any
Tony Robbins-like atrocities. That would suck.
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What if you wanted your daughter
to be a business woman, and she wanted
to be a cheerleader. What would you do?
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Him and I
The singer on the song sings
that he wants some easy money.
I want some food with no calories
that would taste real good, right now.
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Talk Soon. Be Safe. Love you.
In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one path way
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and
that is Love. In the end there is only one pathway
through this thing called, “Life,” and that is Love.
One pathway.
I wonder if his Dad used to say it to him
“You’’ll never amount to anything,”
is not a nice thing to say to anyone,
but my dad used to say it to me all the time.
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Mine died
The last words he said to me were,
"Well, you certainly turned out
other than I intended." Weep. Weep.
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Panhandling your girlfriend in an IM when she is at work
If you can score a free gyro, I would give you a kiss and a
hug for it, but don ‘buy it. Never buy anything from anyone. Everything must be
free.
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NOTHING in the mail box
Again.
No big fat book contract.
No publication acceptances.
No letters from adoring fans.
Just another attempt by
The AARP to get me
to give them sixteen dollars;
and a newspaper full of coupons
that I’m not interested in.
Sheesh.
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I skipped a nap here today to hop in the sack with you
cuz I know that you love it when I sleep next to you
and I like laying in the bed with you, also.
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It sucks when
bad things happen to you,
but some people would say
to you, “Tough luck sucker,
better you than me…” Not me.
I realize that if it can happen
to you it can happen to me,
and we both need to keep on happening.
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“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
--Aristotle
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Down on butt fuck road
I used to stay there
did the same things
over and over
right after saying
I’d never do them, again.
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But I wasn’t.
Should have been.
Could have been,
but I wasn’t.
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“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
--Aristotle
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The eyes have it
You caught all the days of my life
and I never made you my wife.
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"A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens
to him."--Brendan Francis
Yes. Because we are dickheads.
And morons.
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Understand?
Got a fifth of Jack Daniels
Ain’t never gonna take even a sip.
Got a carton of cigarettes
over by the bourbon. I ain’t going
to take even the first hit.
Got a gun in the bedroom.
If you break into my house
while I’m there with my wife,
and children, I’ll shoot ya to kill.
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I just finished dusting. I need to
dust far more often.
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The Next Big Thing
I have given up thinking
that I might be the next big thing.
It’s Monday: I have to take the trash out.
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