Etheree and other poems
Thursday, January 28, 2010 5:33:15 PM
Although there are some free-verse poems at the end, I am not a fan of free verse: I expect poetry to have structure. The etheree form provides that structure, but the structure is minimal, making the poems easy to write.
I love ! (20 Dec 2010)
are made of
lies, and others
are made of truth, but
you are made of !
Most humans are reacting.
They have no will to act, no time
to live and breathe and rejoice. They're made
of shadows. But you are real like !
Pancakes (30 Nov 2010)
Simple things --
truth and coffee,
love and cinnamon.
She makes pancakes: Welcome
to her home, her house of love!
Just whisper and she'll whisper back
to you, and then suddenly turn and
surprise you with a pang of simple joy.
We all become Collateral Damage (15 Nov 2010)
posing as The Friend
of "Democracy" and
"Freedom"! Why do we put
our faith in death? Why get high
on lies? Why serve this mad regime? Who
is left to "Win" when everyone is dead?
The evil god of Bombs and Bibles (12 Nov 2010)
Screaming with pain
then fleeing in fear
-- of me?! Dropping bombs like
eggs -- why?! Village exploding,
burning, blood, arms, hands: Look at us!
Now the planes drop bibles. What evil
god drives these poor airplane people mad?
Return to MyOpera (13 Oct 2010)
the realm of the
Yahoo Buzzers, where
Dittoheads and Fox Noozers
slime Obama night and day
and the Nazionist gospel
reigns supreme. I battled brilliantly
and got nowhere. Combat is a dead end.
Billions buy "Freedom" (30 Jan 2010)
for health care,
or better transit.
But when our rulers make
war, money rains from heaven
and collects in the coffers of
the big war corporations, while the
people who were bombed into "Freedom" starve.
The launching of the blogs (30 Jan 2010)
by the ton,
comments by the
ounce. So many blogs,
crying out to the void,
speaking to no one, so few
people listening or talking
to one another. Bright and cheerful
blogs, sailing off, into oblivion.
Refract your feelings (29 Jan 2010)
to be bored? How
is it possible
to mix red, blue, yellow
pink, orange, purple, gold, and green,
and get grey? But if we can mix
our feelings, we can unmix them too,
revealing hate, anger, fear, joy and love.
Reply to a self-abaser (21 Jan 2010)
has been stolen
from you. While you pray
and bow and kneel and crawl,
thives take over. They want you
to stay on your knees forever!
You serve the god of obedience
and reject the god of love and freedom!
Does a revolutionary have time for love? (28 Dec 2009)
not! Who cares
about frills like that?
She is just one more
is life and death, not about
people. But then I read her poem
and find that Love too is Life and Death!
What do we struggle for, if not for Love?
Fear is the drug and war is the high (13 Dec 2009)
the rush of
Fear and Hate, feel
hope, shattering thought: Make War!
High! High! High! Kill! Kill! Kill! Die. Die.
Dirty hippie peace-freak traitors! Why
do these cowards keep asking me to think?
Bird depressed (09 Jan 2010)
their only guide,
quest for warmth, soar, glide.
One eagle stops to think,
and breaks the spell of nature.
An outcast now, the mere bird breaks
its wings in terror! It loses hope,
but not joy: life is best lived on the ground.
(inspired by a similar poem written by a friend)
Demon angel learning love (05 Jan 2010)
Dark dark space,
cold and empty,
nowhere. Then: Blue sun?
Bright, cold, cruel, alive, hot.
There. You. Are. Incredible
mess? -- swirling, drowning, spinning in
feelings, out reaching, seeing halfway
to infinity! Can this star learn love?
Set the lifeless world aflame (01 Jan 2010)
till it reaches
up to the nearest
star: Let the universe
tremble: What I feel is real!
Then let feeling return: fireworks,
sparks of light and freedom, falling down
cutting chains. Goodbye stranger. Hello friend.
Happy transmigration, dear friend! (01 Jan 2010)
to you, Thanh Huyen!
Twenty one years ago,
Thanh Huyen entered this world.
The world has never been the same!
But this world's gain is the previous
world's loss: Somewhere, someone is missing her!
Say "No!" to War and "Yes!" to Life (13 Dec 2009)
Sell your soul?
Close your eyes to
all the lies they tell?
Let them kill our neighbors?
Narrow your horizons till "life"
becomes a tunnel to crawl through,
without justice, empathy or joy?
No! Secede! Insist on being human!
What lies beyond evil (19 Dec 2009)
Rain, fire? It's
bomb. Keep dreaming, child.
Raging flames around you?
Buildings falling? Lies rising
to the skies, blackening the world?
Keep dreaming, child of God: Evil is
just one island in a vast sea of truth.
I'll end with several free-verse poems:
Depression is a blessing, in a way (07 Jan 2010)
I much prefer depression
When I am depressed, at least I am
on solid ground.
on the bottom means
that I don't have to be
of falling. That is a comfort.
there is nothing left to do
Beyond your reach (07 Jan 2010)
Even if you drop a nuclear bomb directly on my head,
it will not change my mind,
and even less will it change my heart.
To change my mind, you must talk to me,
and to do that, you must first become
a human being.
To change my heart, you must inspire me,
and to do that, you have to love
something besides money and war.
A girl asked a boy if she were pretty.
He said "You look pretty because you feel pretty."
She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever.
He said "This single moment of existence heart-to-heart with you is a boundless treasure to explore."
She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away.
He said "No. Love is in the coming and the going, not in the staying."
She had heard too much.
She decided to stay. So she grabbed the boy and tried to hold on to him.
"Go, that you may come again!" he said. "Go, that I may miss you and feel your absence and love you from a distance and dream of you! Go, and be free, and then freely, return to me and teach me to love you more."
"If I go, you would die." she said.
"No, I would live." he said. "I would live every minute -- for you."