icy and slippery earth
the walk way is long
the air is cold
feeling the chill
she skates her way in blind spots
leaving an owl puzzled and lost
the brown or orange leaves sit,
silence and winter wind blow
unknown movements in years to come
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joel, jay, qiqi, bristol, becky, becka, donovan
they run a good race in grade stacking
9 plus 10 is ????
9 minus 1 is ???
19 and 8, what is the relation?
number games is fun,
when a good mindset is modeled
all will function better,
Neriomkites Viragok flower
someone sit there
not sure what to expect
when a madness hits
the wind blows hard
despite the heavy rain
all ground are wet with no noise
a trash can is emptied
many human feel the peace
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Air and Angels” by John Donne: twice, flame, thought, angel, shapeless, ask, work, pure, flesh, allow, bright, wear
indianpolis international airport
according to john donne
a flame of hope work pure innocence
a flesh of bright light wears angel wings
shapeless and workless
thoughts that breathe twice could flash
where is my beer?
what is my plan for tomorrow?
Shiliu flower, which is sweet in nature, pure in view
Summer time is in the air,
we make a face and make a square,
we buy a ticket
we go everywhere…
a friend remains calm
all seem okay with lots of water bubbles
flooded area in Perry, Oklahoma, may 22, 2019
flooded zone on 19th street, Babcock park, stillwater, oklahoma
kansas turnpike I -35, it is flooded and dangerous to drive
knoxville, Tennessee, may 21, 2019
water is anxious
the cloud is crowed and dry
a wind blows
heavy T-storm drops
oceans of water fill mayfield
the earth is blue
too blue to stay helpful
only a helicopter sails above
a quote from poet
The child cries at her breast.
And the mosquito also bites
The sleeping mother
With ink-stained lips,
The boy leaves his poem
For the cool outdoors
Stillness and solitude –
Sinking into stones,
The trill of cicadas
And melancholy sadness and tranquility (Sabi and Shori)
On a withered branch
A crow has settled.
Nightfall in autumn.
no money in amy’s bank account
she simply works at a hotel restaurant
surviving through water and leftover meals
— K. d. hurley
City That Does Not Sleep
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.
Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.
the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
eyes of cows.
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
Careful! Be careful! Be careful!
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention
of the bridge,
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes
where the bear’s teeth are waiting,
where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.
Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is sleeping.
If someone does close his eyes,
a whip, boys, a whip!
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
I have said it before.
No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.
mary tyler moore
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A department has a head, but has no hair,
A chair has legs, but goes nowhere,
A corn has ears, but could not hear,
A landscape has a heart, but carries no fear;
A comb has teeth, but cannot eat,
Communities run, but carry no feet,
A sofa has arms, but does not move,
A knife has a mouth, but cannot speak or improve,
a mountain has a foot, but no legs,
A rooster is a chicken but lays no eggs;
A watch has a face but no neck to connect,
Needles have eyes, but fail to see and feels imperfect.
I’m your Poet Puppet
by Eddie Cabbage
I am your poet puppet
Writing along to the strings you pull.
The pen dances boisterously with my desirous heart
I have a bed waiting for me at the end of this dusty road
A pillow stuffed with dreams and promises
that lies in the mist of smoke and foggy nights
Hope conquers as the realization washes over this truism….
Time tells my story and I will leave no words unsaid
and no string unstrung before the dirt is thrown on top of me