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1

AWRY GROWS THE RYE

When God's green grows
it's rarely in rows....
awry the rye rises...
unruly the rose

Unruled the wind blows
Unstraight... river flows
Unchained... fire glows
Rarely in rows.

(to Rosalie Cohen Quine and Sharan F.A.)

2
ICEBERGS OF RESISTANCE

Through the night...
miracles we did not see
.. icebergs of resistance
slipped silent into the sea

3
MY POETRY

Susie says it's schizophrenic.
Janet thinks it's drivel.
Don... it's irrelevant
Tony that it's trivial.
How fortunate ... that
only my opinion counts.

4
SHIVA

Shiva never shoves.
His dawn sun slowly
fills night's void
and dark finds herself
very slowly joyed.

5
I CHOOSE NOT

I choose not flickering
fireflies... but the sun
I choose not puddles
... but the sparkling sea
I choose not mice
... but elephants
And for my friend....
I choose thee.

(to Jan Freundschuh)

6
NOT IN CHAOTIC SHARDS

Not in chaotic shards
do dandelion seeds burst the ball.
Each part as perfect as the whole.
Each each contains the all.

7
EMMA PRIDE WOOD

Perhaps it was first said
by kind Doctor Haynes
that Emma will give you
blood out of her veins.

When others say
"No room in inn"
Emma says
"Why ... do come in!".

When others say
"impossible"
Emma says
"Why... yes I can".

She forgives the
most angry roars
because she sees
the painful scars.

Her geiger counter
finds
hearts cut in twain
by pain.

She the first to say
"they know not what
they do".
Every time she gave away
her kind heart it grew.

She knows that
broken souls
derailed from the tracks
warm with the fire coming
through their big heart cracks.

Befriender of the 13th fairy
not invited to the ball.
Loves the leper, the pariah,
the ostracized, those blackballed.

Treats the suffering
like her own child.
She's the archangel
of the most reviled.
*

8
WOOD SHINTO SHRINE

Wood shinto shrine
carved cone of pine
but chapel longed to be
the deity in the tree.

Burning wish
broke to green flame.
The seed was freed
from temple frame

Up green grows
this firward fire
Tabernacle melts
in evergreen desire.

Now God-freed tree
longs for manger.
Soon sun was spun
to new cones of pine.

On the tree they swing
as monasteries cling
to Fuji's sisters...
the hills of Japan.

-to Martha Duffy
and her loved ones-

9
SUN'S POCKET

Each night stars
were screwed
into their
blissful sockets

Each night
comets flew....
most ecstatic
rockets

While hung on
night's throat the moon...
a shimmering
shining locket

Desiring only to slip
into the sun's
heart pocket.

(to N and E Lynch)

10
FOE OF GREEN

He hated sweeping blossom petals
and raking bright autumn leaves
and her was very much afraid
of the nectar loving bees.

So he cut down cherry trees
scythed down a mighty grove
And all the vines which round trunk grew
Of time he spent a fortune.

He now had plastic roses
vinyl tulips styrene orchids
in the barren garden of
his sterile orkin nation.

He had no 'bare ruined choirs'
for he had no choirs at all.
And birds to neighbors' forests flocked
to stage their orchard orchestrations.

11
DINER ETIQUETTE

No living animals
allowed in the diner...
only their dead forms
on which to dine.
There are no bare feet
where people eat
only cadavers...
corpses called meat.

(to Indianapolis congressman. Andrew Jacobs..
a teacher of peace... in politics and diet)

12
LIGHTFILLED SYRINGE

Dusk clouds setting
the sun did firesinge.
Goldfingered glowing
with adoring tinge
and then he slid away
but brought out his final ray...
a lightfilled syringe
squirted last cloud
with rosy fringe
and then he was gone.
(or so we thought)
until he dripped through
morning's gate hinge.

(to Hal O)

13
LIGHTNING WEDDING

Sometimes a lightning
bolt strikes.. a sword
dividing in twain
and sometimes it
solders together...
and parts become
one again.

14
ASCENDANT

When the sun's light
descendant
fires mate moon
ascendant
she floats...
chainless pendant
on night's throat
resplendent.

(to Mark Braunstein
and his love)

15
NO GURU

Some need no guide
between them and God
as the rose
needs no moon
to bloom in the sun.
Nor is the pink rose
windblown...
but pink rose unfolded
with Godpower
her own.

16
AMAZING GRACE

The cloud that
blocked
the reveling sun
became
a rain of grace...
and in the
barren winter
tree
has raveled
to green lace.
The stonecold foe
has turned around
.... is now of hearts:
the ace
and out of the
invisible God
has given Love
a face.
The world is now
arinse in love
awash with rains of light
Everywhere he has
cleansed away...
illusory pain of night.

(to JBO)

17
QUEEN ANNE'S LACE

Queen Anne's Lace
sun's crystllized grace
shows her bright face
to the morning sun.

Her roots go much deeper
to the waters of God.
She is able to make
pure lace out of sod.

(to Gail Hudson)

18
AMBER BLOOM

The river is noisy
until it reaches the sea.
Then it is lost
in wave omkar.
The bee is buzzling
til he reaches the bloom
And then he is guzzling
nectared avatar.

(to Amber F)
(My teacher says
the bee is noisy until
reaching the flower)

19
GOD'S ADVENT

God's advent is
As soundless as the tide
As silent as the sunrise
As quiet as melting ice
As soft as eyelids
.......lifting from eyes.

20
SNOWSIFT

Snow silent swift
as skydown sprinklesifts
and turns cloud gifts
into earthblanket drifts.

21
WATER HELD THE QUILL

Faster than any stylus squiggling
Can write the sun in the water wiggling
But when the sea is perfectly still
it appears it was water which held
the quill.

(to Mark Braunstein, author of
Radical Vegetarianism with one of the
fastest pens in the West)

22
RAINCLOUD FLOTILLA

Raincloud flotilla, float not idly by,
but rend yourself
with lightning...
that your grace fall from the sky

23
PAST LIFE LESSONS

Past life lessons
became whispers
which turned to buttons
keeping my clothes on me.

24
FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH

Fire has left the hearth
Nautilus climbed from shell
Perfume flowed from bottle
Prisoner gone from cell

Butterfly flutterbied cocoon
nor hand restrained by glove
Jesus away from manger
Cage deserted by Dove.

Sparklings soared away from wand.
Chick's egg become the bird.
Omkar sung from out the throat
Violin's notes now heard.

Buddhist temple pine cone
tabernacled godlet seed
Shattered that it might manifest
thousand forests of fir tree

The heart that was
from body cut left a hole
a stencil which paradoxically
heals other hearts to whole

Eternal snow of mountain top
now nurses meadow flowers.
Shining never held by sun
relentless melts ice towers.

Love has left its
spring the heart
Is now a liquid pond
Host stolen from the chalice
consumed in mouth of God

Starlight abandoned star
a billion years ago
Left that tonight you
might
have its sight
and know

Know Love is forever
no dropp of God ever dies
Lover not bound by form of love
God's bodies are not God's souls

(to his wife and children
on the death of Robert Slocum)
*
25
MBA DEGREE

He had an MBA degree
Degree by degree
overcome by greed
he'd become Legree'd.
Yet one sudden day he saw....
that he and God were We'd.

26
RAINDROP SLIDE

The raindrops slide
down the lily leaves,
taking none of the jade f
rom their green sleeves

27
PLUCK A PLUM WHERE THERE IS NO TREE

God who freed
from fruit the seed
can pick a pear
from a baby tree.

God who sired
the hallowed fig
does harvest fruit
from a barren sprig.

God made blooms pastel
and bright fruits
and can a kumquat take
from a tree of quince.

Who made Pluto and
the Pleiades
can pluck a plum
where there is no tree.

28
MOOSE AND GOOSE

Geese is the plural of goose.
Mice is not the plural of moose.
Rights has every cat.
Dignity has every rat.
Beauty has every bat.

29
BRANDING
Drunk on brandy
the cowboy let the redhot
branding iron sear the
cow's flesh even longer.
Painless is a dog urine-marking
a tree,
but agony are the processes
of castration, branding, and ear notching
by which ranchers steal God's mammals
defining them as property.
30
SUNSPARKED SEED
Gradually slowly
the sunsparked seed
finds himeself two-leaved
then branched then treed
31
RAINSIFTERS
Cloud Shapeshifters
Cloud Rainsifters
Cloud Winddrifters
Cloud Shadegifters
Cloud Moodlifters
*

TOUCH LEAVES WITH LOVE

Touch leaves with love
in the summer and fall
.. to reach the tree
.. so that in her leafless
winter
she will be sure of your
love.

-saiom shriver-

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 17 or so of these are favorite poems of my friend Jan Freundschuh