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30 Poems in 30 Days, December 1,One Day Late
I'm one day late for my deadline,One day early for my lover's birthday.Always.I was one day late asking for that first date,One day early asking for marriage.I'm impatient.She's cautious.Somehow we make it work.I'm always late or early or totally forgetThe shopping list.The party's over when we arrive. OrThe party's not yet begun.Somehow we make it work.She tells a story from end to beginning.I…
30 Poems: A Prayer to Finish
. A Prayer to Finish Thirty Poems in Thirty DaysNeither colds nor flu nor achy toothShall keep me from delivering my poems.Neither brain dead sleep nor too much wineShall keep me from typing out words.Whether mindless or tactless,Or nonsensical or brief,One poem shall emergeBy end of each long autumn day.Did I fail? Maybe, don't tell.I still have three days to catch up.How many poems can I write…
30 Poems in November, A Didactic Poem
Go read some scripture or otherand decide if it's good or evil.If it's good, memorize itand ponder it.If it is evil, memorize itand ponder it.Afterwards,you will bea better person.. http://www.cnam.org Follow this link to donate to The Center for New Americans. Now more than ever.
30 Poems in November, Feet Flat
Feet know the Earth is flat.Your mind will not convince them otherwise.The occasional curb or mountain disturbs the flatness, butfeet know the Earth is basically flat.What use is it for the mind to try to convince them otherwise?For them the world is basically flat.They stay alert for the occasional obstacle.That's all we need.That is all they need to know.. Please donate to The Center for New…
30 Poems in November #? Ecology
The poem pins my soul to this moment as my fingers touch plastic keys.I am linked to the hardware, and through a process I understand less than I do karma or electricity or the ecology of a forest floor,I am linked to you, dear reader.Let's rejoice.Or hide.
30 Poems in November #10, I need a shaman poem
I need a shaman poemroaring down over my head,streaming from the clouds,penetrating my scalp,washing my brain withcool clearwater.Let this poemlick the salt from the wound.A beginning. Please donate to The Center for New Americans: Simply click on this https://cnam.org/civi/pcp/info/?reset=1&id=979&component=contribute Or send a check directly to: The Center for New Americans …
30 Poems in November #7 Infections
Infections Untreated Spread and Grow Worse"They're pulling people off the street because of their color and putting them in jail, their families can't find them!"Say outraged white liberals everywhere."Oh really?" say black parents everywhere. "Oh really?"
30 Poems in November #6
Flight CancellationsI wish I was going somewhere.I feel outraged and I'm not even going anywhere.Where would I go?To visit Mairead Corrigan in 1976 and walk with the Peace People againhttps://www.peacepeople.comTo pray in church with Dorothy Day in 1980-something in New York againhttps://catholicworker.org/dorothy-dayTo sit in a hall with Thich Nhat Hanh in Franceagainhttps://plumvillage.orgMaybe…
30 Poems in November #4
The last God we hadlived too far out of the districtand didn't write often enough.He just couldn't stay current.Did He even listen to the news?The news certainly wasn't listening to Him.Let's make the next one up to date;He's timeless, we're not.One who's better at making his Presence known.Someone young people can relate to,A cool female, maybe whoChanges her hair style every century or so.It's…
30 Poems in November #5
Gas Stop on the Road to the Promised LandFill 'er up, Matthew,Top 'er off.The tank is lowand the journey long.Hope is on "E"The love oil's low.The devil's in the White House,And we got a long way to go.How many rest stops on the Road to Perdition?I'm just kiddin you, Matt.We're on our way to the Promised Land that no one's been promised.Got to go mile by mile with detours, construction, pile-ups…
30 Poems in November #3
Blessed be the woman who thinks she's too free.Blessed be the man who prays to be more of a man.Blessed be those who hate, who are cruel, those who are afraid of the world.Blessed be those whose house is too large, whose cars are too big, whose children long all year for X-mas.Blessed be those who shut their eyes to suffering.Blessed be those who are afraid of the world. Please donate to The…
30 Poems in November #2
An Inland Lighthouse for the LostWhen sitting in your car on a dark moonless night in what might be Goshen or Ashfield or Cummington,Your headlights staring at three llamas who are staring at your headlightsWhich way do you go?Only two options, uphill or downhill.If there was only a lighthouse to show the way to Amherst, or Pittsfield, or Boston, or just home. Please donate to The Center for New…
30 Poems in November 2025 #1
Why is he just sitting? Why is he sitting so still? He does not turn his head as I come close. He hears me, I can tell, But not one muscle moves. His eyes are so wide they are round, down and yellow and black. . The window blinds are up and The near-naked tree is still, no wind. I crouch, imitate his stillness and look. The news hour’s painful news mumbles from the floor below. And…
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Noises
Loud noises fill and turn my head: ants burrowing in the walkway, a volcano in the Phillipines, my great-great grandmother’s laugh, clouds burrowing in the sky. How can we live with this cacophony badgering us day and night? … Stars chuckle, the morning sun scrapes against the hillside. The moon hums, a neighbor calls her son home for dinner. I keep turning my head to see where the sounds…
Blessing by Jan L. Richardson
That we who need each other will find one another. That we may follow the lines that will lead us to the kindred of our souls. That our tribe will grow and prosper and be a blessing. That we may be the beauty in which we long to dwell. -Jan L. Richardson, In the Sanctuary of Women
St. Francis and the Sow by Galway Kinnell
The bud stands for all things....
The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing; as St. Francis put his hand on the creased…