MORE RAMBLING

    MORE RAMBLING

A voice inside my head said:

Oh little man, you think you know the future

when you  can’t even understand

the present  (or the past)

with its greed for money, greed for power,

lies and cheating, violence and killings,

holy wars and unholy wars,

Crusades, Inquisitions, Jihads. 

You know nothing,

no, not nothing,

but next to nothing.

What you call the world

is but an infinitesimal dot

in an infinity that can’t be known.

The life you haven’t lived

is coming to an end;

clean out the clutter,

relax into the life

of light and laughter within.

The world is on the verge

of self destruction,

but you aren’t.

      March 31, 2013

YOU ARE GOD

YOU ARE GOD

You are god,

small g of course,

wandering awhile 

in someone else’s kingdom;

give him a big G

if you want, 

after all,

words and  letters

are  human  inventions—

human itself on the verge

of morphing into huperson;

but back

to your own godhood,

the tiny kingdom within

where you rule,

where you freely 

make all the decisions,

unless, sunless,  

you dwell

in the prison

of your own convictions

or have become

enslaved by the herd;

in either case

we will have to

send you to the guru

to realign your quarks,

load you

with lots of laughter,

and restore you

to your true divinity.

March 21, 2013

PRIDE OF MOBILE

PRIDE OF MOBILE

Immobile in Mobile

Southern slowdown

waiting for the Robert E. Lee,

must have run  aground,

but the azaleas are in bloom,

full bloom, Pride of Mobile,

proving once again

that only nature

can master pink.

   March 16, 2013

THE GAME OF THE NAME

              THE GAME OF THE NAME

Full moon of November, the Beaver Moon,

time for hunters to set their  traps,

time for the furry rodents to build

their damns and lodges before the frigid winter.

Beaver Moon, so named by the Indian tribes,

misnamed by Christopher  Columbus,

who thought in 1492 that  he had reached the Old World,

bumping into the back end of India.

But within the decade another Italian explorer,

Amerigo  Vespucci, knew that he had discovered

not the Old World but a New World.

In 1507, a German cartographer, Martin Waldseemuller,

named the new continent after Vespucci,

first name Amerigo, which in Latin became Americus,

and in the feminine form (like Asia and Africa) became America,

a name that neither of the famed explorers lived long enough  to hear..

Footnote: The Indians are now called Native Americans,

                another misnomer since they were here long before Amerigo.

                           December 11, 2012

OF GUILT AND INNOCENCE

OF GUILT AND INNOCENCE

Guilty, guilty,

even guilty of innocence,

afraid to make a mistake,

afraid of hurting someone’s feelings,

toed the line set out for him in babyhood

when of a sudden

the burden was lifted,

a light broke through,

free now,

free to walk his own line,

live his own life,

removed his prison garb,

ran through the woods

in priapic splendor,

innocent, innocent,

even now of guilt,

allied at last

with the evening star,

the full moon

and all of nature.

March 18, 2013

ROBINS

 

     ROBINS

Early March morning,

backyard aglow with robins,

and I heard a voice sing:

“If I’m not alive

when the robins come,

give the one in red cravat

a memorial crumb. 

If I can’t thank you,

being just asleep,

you know I’ll be trying

with my granite lip.”

     Robins return, 

     Emily lives.

    March 2, 2013

HOME ON WHEELS

                      HOME ON WHEELS

           

With or without

a license to laugh

they journeyed 

the roads of America,

U.S. of A. 

In love with light,

in love with life,

they found

the fountain of youth;

synergy was their secret,

happiness was their home.

  March 18, 2013