Light In The Rain

SoundCloud recording - Light In The Rain

Down the quiet road

upon the wetted carpet

of a million maplecopters

my shoes are rinsed

and upon my nylon roof

drumming, drumming

from the sky’s shedding, shedding

tears of release

as I stroll and breathe

the misted air.

And upon my ear

does fall the songs

of my neighbors,

jays

wrens

chickadees

peckers

doves

cards

chitter-chattering

filling the air

between the raindrops

with song,

with news,

with the aliveness

of the new day.

Gray is the sky,

but my heart

beams with a sparkling Light.

agd 4.30.2020

A Glimpse of Nowhere

A Glimpse of Nowhere - on SoundCloud

Down the quiet road

this misty morn

my eye raises to see

the eye of God

peering at me

thru the grayness

lighted by that yellow orb

that Life-giving death ray ---

and another day

has begun.

Upon the edge of nowhere

upon the blue haze of Gaia’s shawl

I stand suddenly

transported in awesome clarity.

I see no wall, no edge,

no top, no bottom,

but an endless nothing

which is yet something

and is everything---

unnamable

unrecognizable

from my fragile perch.

I know and I am known.

And yet the noir vista

is filled with Light

that casts no shadow.

It is filled with Life

that we may never know of

the variety,

the stories---

but all are heaped

onto the expanding

haystack of Being.

In the quiet

beyond the aural screeching

beyond the clacking prayer wheel

I see the music played

I hear the colors displayed

I touch the forms

still morphing to be.

And I am comforted…

Life will continue

beyond the pale.

And every moan,

every groan,

every scream,

every laugh,

every note and song,

every poem and Hallelujah

and every story

will blend again

and in one omnipresent chorus

an Om will sound

that no one will hear

but all will Be.

Listen,

listen.

agd 4.29.2020

Recordings

Starting to post some recordings in SoundCloud.

Yes, I Can

Yes, I Can ( sound recording)

I am Oz.

I came to see you

up close,

to help you write

because I can.

I lay on your paper

on your calendar

to warm me

to inspire you

I can.

I’ll wait to play

red light (laser pen)

tell you when I’m ready

for snacks

because I can.

I trust you.

So write your words

craft your poem

even while Chloe

vies for love

because she can

because you can

and time draws us all

to the end.

agd 2.28.20

The Curse

Sound Recording: The Curse

The Curse

The wind blows

the sun glows

and a million helicopters

dance and show

that Spring is here

the skies have cleared

and Summer is near

in the cycle of the Great Star.

Fewer cars,

trains and planes,

less carbons, toxins

and pollutants.

Breathe easier,

my friends, for now,

and pray not the Corvid

doth you visit,

this purge,

plague,

pandemic.

Mother’s not happy

with all you have done

and there is nowhere from the sun

you can hide.

Truer than not,

the Chinese blessing

does ring true:

“May you live in interesting times.”

agd 4.27.2020

Solitude

Sound Recording: Solitude

The Art of Solitude

          The Practice of Wonder

She rocks on her porch

watching the kids cavort.

He peers at the vista

from a Parkway’s Watch Point.

She lays on the grass

pondering the stars so vast.

He sits against a tree

following the clouds to see

them constantly morphing.

He listens to his body

urging to ecstasy.

She communes with the baby

growing in her womb.

The child is awed

by a powder-blue butterfly.

An old woman marvels

at the magic of technology.

Music impels me to heaven's gate.

The cat turns inward…

what does he think?

Or does he just “be”?

Is he then better than me?

He knows solitude.

She practices wonder.

He knows she’s not alone.

She knows he’s connected.

They are saved.

agd 4.26.2020

Life

Appear and grow

grow and create,

create and increase,

increase and fade,

fade and die

a billion times a second

in a billion billion worlds

under a billion billion stars

Such is Life

in innumerable dimensions---

Who can fathom

the orgasmic passion of it all?

Love on!

agd 4.24.2020

Reflect

It is not I who live,

but Thee who lives in me.

What I want is immaterial

unless it is for your gain.

Life is essentially a crapshoot,

but try to aim carefully anyway.

You cannot avoid collateral damage---

everything is connected.

By God’s will I exist ---

What an imagination!!

Thou art for me ---

I am for you, my brethren ---

and you are Him.

It obviously was a prediction

when Judy sang “Send In The Clowns.”

agd 4.23.2020

Brother Wind

Sound Recording:
https://soundcloud.com/allen-dec/brother-wind-1

Pandemic virus or flu

No one knows what to do.

Should I seal up my home

so I won’t go out and roam?

Shall I ape the bear

and hibernate in my lair?

‘til God knows when

I’ll wake up again

and find that Bro. Wind

has cleared the land

of everything.

agd 4.22.2020 Earth Day

Pay It Forward

He helped me

when I needed it most –

she helped me

and nothing was asked

to repay the gift

but to turn to another

and reseed the deed ---

paying it forward.

agd 4.21.2020

The Desert

Two-ton Teutons

boasting their girth,

armadillos and spiders

full of mirth,

tasting the air

after leaving their lair.

It’s chilly ---

Go get your shirt.

Stay dry.

agd 4.20.2020

Poets

Poets recorded

We poets,

the Watchers,

perched upon the edge

observing,

not judging,

listening,

not condemning,

delving the meaning,

reading the signs

traversing the Web of Life

without being caught in it.

Oh yes, at times

jumping in,

immersed in and

drenched with Life ---

so easy to be lost

in the maelstrom

and forget who we are.

Yet, we poets,

perched on the rim,

sometimes wading in,

but wary of the tides,

knowing when to return

to the safety of the ledge,

‘til wings will grow

to carry the senses

across the oceans of Life,

observing,

listening,

reporting,

reading the signs,

journeying the Web of Life

without being fooled by it

‘til the hour tolls

and I punch my card

and go home,

only to return

once again,

to observe

and watch

and pray.

Selah

agd 4.19.2020

Up A Tree

Sound recording:
https://soundcloud.com/allen-dec/up-a-tree

Up a Tree

He followed me

down the country lane,

much farther he came

than ever before.

My protector

my pal,

my walking buddy

meowing as he went

as if to say

“Wow, look at this!

Look at that!

Who knew?”

Then from the

fenced yard

the monster George showed

roaring aloud

arriving in a cloud

of dust.

Instincts flared

and George dared

the cat to run.

And terrified

Whitey fled up,

straight up,

and up and up

the old majestic pine.

But have no fear,

Whitey finally dared

to climb down

and then found

his way home.

agd 4.18.2020

agd 4.18.2020

For Nandu

https://soundcloud.com/allen-dec/for-nandu

For Ñandū

What would you do

if somehow you knew

someone from Kathmandu

had a dog named Ñandū?

What would you do?

Would you invite him to

share a brew

somewhere soon?

Or at night under the moon?

And would you buy a new

ball for Ñandū

and play anew

so he won’t pee on your shoe?

Oh that Ñandū  !

He goes out for a poo

without a clue

if the weather’s warm or cool.

Does  Ñandū bark falsetto

for being castrato

tho big and tawny

and clearly brawny?

So, what would you do

with a dog named  Ñandū ?

Let’s teach him to sing

with the harp or the flute!

agd 4.17.2020

The King

The King

 In the guarded pale castle

the would-be king plots and plans.

He whispers to his minions:

“Tell them some wild stories

so they’ll think they have juicy ‘news.’

You know what I mean.

Then I can rant and rail

of their evilness.

‘Fake News!’ ‘Fake News!’

You are all evil people!

You only want to hurt me!

Why don’t you like me?

I’m the most likeable person on earth!

Why don’t you believe me

like all the scarecrows?

Why don’t you love me?

I only want the best

for all American….. businessmen,

my cronies, my pals.

We do run the world,

you know.

We do.

You can’t have a life

without us.

We do run the world.

Why don’t you love me for that?

Why don’t you love me?”

The would-be king

will leave the pale castle…

but not without

leaving this country

scarred and reeling,

‘til we who love the Good

will work hand-in-hand

to right the wrongs,

to heal the sickness,

to console the grieving,

to rebuild the spirit

of the most amazing nation

on this planet, Earth.

So it is said.

So it will be.

agd 4.16.2020

VOICE RECORDING - THE KING Link might not work - copy the url below
https://soundcloud.com/allen-dec/the-king_4162020-agd