First of Fall

 

First of Fall,

chilled air,

frozen windshield

to scrape

to see

to go

to gather the kits

to fuel their furnaces

to warm their hearts

to remind them

they are not forgotten…

 

and to hope a home

will welcome them soon.

I am not a Democrat

 

I am not a Democrat. I am not a Republican. I am not an Independent. I am not a Socialist. I am a natural-born citizen of the United States of America. I am an American.. And I am watching the demise of Democracy in this, our wonderful  U.S.A.  Democracy means that ALL the people have a say in the governing of the country – but we have become dichotomized – two camps (+) – Two camps vying for power and control. But all of you in Congress- you are in your position to work for and organize the wonders of this country for ALL us citizens  – not just for your “base.” That is base In itself – a rebounding to times of war as a way of life. We are better than that. We no longer should separate our leadership into “camps”, nor should the people be forced to “take sides”. We are ONE people, ONE Congress, with differences, yes, and that’s fine. Work’em out. But let’s stop this incendiary road to the destruction of a great society. ALL LIVES MATTER! We are ONE country, ONE society made up of many cultures – respect the cultures, respect your brothers and sisters – celebrate the differences.

We are in for greater challenges that need the cooperation of all the citizens for this society to survive. Be thankful for the freedoms you have, and work together for the good of all. Your possessions are not important – your family and community are more important. We often see how the good in us reach out to help those in need – let’s not forget that good – and continue to have compassion for our brothers and sisters, no matter who they are, what race they, what means they have.

Cinco de Mayo

Uno for the one I love

Dos for eggs on toast

Tres for my Beloved’s embrace

Cuatro ain’t so macho

but Cinco in the maio

is a margarita to-die-foh!

agd 5.5.2020

The Blessing

I sought Wisdom

thinly disguised

in Life.

Looking,

I did not see,

Listening,

I did not hear,

‘til Love did guide

my eyes to see

and my ears to hear

in every voiced refrain…

May the Fourth

be with you….

ah-ah (Thermian humor)

agd 5.4.2020

MayDays

https://soundcloud.com/allen-dec/maydays

MayDays

The opening of May

clears the skae

and summer,

yes, SUMMER

fwumps upon us

without warning!

Hot midday sun

takes all the fun

out of gardening

the piddly plots

of perennial plants

vying for light,

nutrients,

and energy

to grow and mature

no matter the cost.

One done today …

the other …

whenever.

agd 5.2.2020

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