Blog 18 "A Blessing"

Freedom In The Blue's
Down a footpath deep into forest green, The Blue's,
Crystal waters trickle over the rounded stones of time.
The queer round sulfur eye of the mud-puppy
Burns deep into conscious memory.
Lurking in shallow rock beds
Transfixed on the pale intruder.
Stepping into aqua pura seeing more clearly
Motionless poised in terrified position.
Slowly breathing through, sullen movements of camouflage
While I stand never moving.
Silent bubbles escape from the blushing gills. Still softly breathing.
Their freedom is only temporary.
The dark crevice is their home,
In a blink of an eye, it engulfs a tadpole for it's dinner.
I want to feel the life from the savage body,
Yet the pup is still treading.
Darting from one side to other.
The pup is ruby and mud brown,
Durma smooth with flaming gill,
The softness beckons me to grasp it's thin torso
Miry smooth skin like a glistening brand new babe
Forthwith my enlightenment
If I move one muscle I will break consciousness
And I will die.

Does Poetry Matter?

Of course poetry matters! If one stops and thinks a little, it is all around us everyday. The music we listen to is poetry. We like it because it flows, rhymes, touches our souls, evokes memories of people or places we have been. Maybe a song reminds you of an old boyfriend or girlfriend like Beyonce's "Put a Ring on It", or maybe that old country song reminds you of a grandparent, Johnny Cash and his song "Ring of Fire". A rap song could remind you of the inner city problems of today's generation, drugs, drive by's, the things gangsters do, with explosive words, like "BLOW," on e of E-40's coined words of choice. When you here "BLOW" you know its him in the song, because that may be the only thing he says, if he is doing a guest appearance in another rappers song. You may have never realized that the words in movies you watch are poetry, a line that you will never forget, like Old Chief Lone Waddy, in the Outlaw Jose Whales, "I will endeavor to persevere." His line resonates in my mind even today when I feel that I am feeling down. Though I did agree that poetry is not mainstream as it once was in the times of old, much of today's poerty is crap and not worth the time, but when you find that one poem you love, you will never forget it. Like the nursery rhymes your mother or grandmother told you before bed, or at lunch, or by the old tire swing in the backyard. Poetry maters very much, in the lives of everyone, even if you didn't know it, its there lurking.

blog 15

A Conversation Standing Around a Campfire In Idaho
Did you know that in some states it is illegal to have sex.
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Hahaha, what do you mean its illegal to have sex?
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It's is illegal to have sex any other way than missionary position.
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Sodomy, is illegal in many of these great states.
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Gay people do sodomy. Hahahaha!
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Well did you know that it is legal to shoot "Indians" still!
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Hahaha! What, where?
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Here in Idaho, the law says it still.
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It's in the books in town hall.
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It is legal to shoot an "Indian" if your riding in a covered wagon.
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Hahaha, what? If you see an "Indian" and he is shooting an arrow at you.
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Well, you have to be in a covered wagon, you can still shoot 'em!
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(Everyone turns and notices I am standing behind them, wide eyed.)
I must have forgotten my hatchet.
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I didn't know it was that kinda party.
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