eddierosenthal wrote:


Your question, "What can we do?" puts us all on the spot, Ed. - Myself, as well. I cited that speech and agree with just about every word in it, and yet, I probably would...

Hey You - My Liberal, Democrat Party Friends, who think, that by selecting some new Democrat to run for President to defeat Donald Trump, you will make things right...

Just consider that the...

Nope. Too enigmatic.

I think we've stumbled on to a Subject - the Crisis of Homelessness - that has got traction - and deserves its own thread. It is a Subject whose time has come - indeed, it is past time. Since many of...

eddierosenthal wrote:


I totally agree, with you, Ed, that "blaming government, leaders is shunning our own responsibilities. Would there be any leaders here? Is it only greed and landowners...

Yes, it probably will do some good, cyberanvil - for the families of the people podfish describes as the "working poor." Others, who have fallen lower in the scales of functionality need housing too;...

finally, I sort of agree with you. Of course, I haven't met "Sebastopol", so maybe she's of mixed minds. It might be the (admittedly few) trumpies who are at the forefront of the move to evict them. ...

Excuse me, I thought democrats already re-took the House of Representatives by a very sizable majority! Am I missing something? This was a great shock to the Trumpsters! It has put a huge...

Years ago, I read that the Founding Fathers very well were wiser than we are today. They did not have TV, radio, cell phones, etc. Their evening entertainment most likely consisted of sitting quietly...

Perhaps The World Ends Here


The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat
to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it
has been since...

The Excesses of God

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to be equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon,...

After

after chopping off all the arms that reached out to me;
after boarding up all the windows and doors;

after filling all the pits with poisoned water;
after building my house on the rock...

A Concerto of Spice

The subtle hint of spice, a symphony in the air
A crescendo of turmeric against mustard, sharp notes
The melodious harmony of cardamom and cinnamon wafting, a waltz
The...

I Am Waiting


I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting

Blessing

Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the...

For the Anniversary of My Death

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a...

I've added a little of my art work, hopefully enhancing the poem. I'll be sending it to friends in wintery climes.

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Love Letter from Baghdad


Call me Rabia. I was
named for the Sufi Saint.
Blood pumps through the four
chambers of my heart,
swift and scarlet with joy or slow
and bruised black with sorrow....

How It Happens


The sky said I am watching

to see what you

can make out of nothing

I was looking up and I said

There is a community of the spirit.

Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.

Drink all your passion
and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes

The Gift

Time wants to show you a different country. It's the one
that your life conceals, the one waiting outside
when curtains are drawn, the one Grandmother hinted at
in her crochet design,...

Just saw this: https://www.baumhedlundlaw.com/1-19-bhag-2019-trial-team-of-the-year/?fbclid=IwAR2yxyj7LkJ-KNDGopfGxS8aw-Tju3N0AH4uEWGR08wbxILKBXnJZ4w-qGc

Of Love and Other Disasters

The punch-press operator from Flint
met the assembler from West Virginia
in a bar near the stadium. Neither
had anything in mind, so they conversed
about the...

All will come again into its strength:
the fields undivided, the waters undammed,
the trees towering and the walls built low.
And in the valleys, people as strong and varied as the land.

And...

What I Have Learned So Far

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to,...

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Don't call this world adorable, or useful, that's not it.
It's frisky, and...

Hello, dear Larry -

I just wished to express a special "thank you" for all the great poetry you source & send out to us. I love the way poetry offers us different lenses to view life through –...

The Penitent

I had a little Sorrow,
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
And shut us all within;
And, “Little Sorrow, weep," said I,
“And, Little Sin, pray God to...

Dear California, I Write to You from Grand Island, New York

It is the light in the sky
that reminds me of you,
the summer blue flowing by.
But the clouds here remind me
more of Paris, the...

How It Seems To Me

In the vast abyss before time, self
is not, and soul commingles
with mist, and rock, and light. In time,
soul brings the misty self to be.
Then slow time hardens self to...

Ray50sfo, you may not know that Shepherd has been working many years to hold the Wine Industry accountable. Unfortunately, our county has elected, and continues to elect, supervisors who only drag...

Wall, that vile wall


"The wall, my wall, he says,
"We are invaded by the poor,
the forsaken, the persecuted,
the children. No matter the cost
we have to protect our border."
Set on his...

Fantasia: Firezone

In the bedroom
we awake
to smokedark
ceiling cracks
and walk
upside down
to the curtains.

Chicken Cosmology

Neither the chicken, nor the egg,
(since you asked). What came first was
the essential emptiness, the chickenless void.
Then a beak for pecking, followed by a tongue
for...

Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen

I.
Many ingenious lovely things are gone
That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,
protected from the circle of the moon
That pitches common things about. ...

To the New Year

With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed...

Blue Heron Walking

Not one of Mr. Balachine’s soloists had feet this articulate,
the long bones explicitly spread, then retracted, even more
finely detailed than Leonardo’s plans for his flying...

The Way It Is

There is a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn't change.
People wonder about what things you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread....

Awakened

In advanced age, my health worsening,
I woke up in the middle of the night
and experienced a feeling of happiness
so intense and perfect that in all my life
I had only felt its...

Cause Of Death: Fox News

Toward the end he sat on the back porch,
sweeping his binoculars back and forth
over the dry scrub-brush and arroyos,

certain he saw Mexicans
moving through the...

The Well


My sons gathered theirs
and walked on
because they had to
and we say thank you and thank you
and thank you
until our hearts stop bleeding

Sometimes A Wild God


Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.
When...

The Carrying
The sky’s white with November’s teeth,
and the air is ash and woodsmoke.
A flush of color from the dying tree,
a cargo train speeding through, and there,
that’s me, standing in the...

Fire and Ice Revisited Following the October 2017 Blaze That Consumed Our House (apologies to Robert Frost)

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what...

Ode to Gratitude

Thanks to the word
that gives thanks.
Thanks to the gratitude
for how excellently
the word melts snow or iron.

The planet seemed full of threats
until soft

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Darling


1.

I break this toast for the ghost of bread in Lebanon.
The split stone the toppled doorway.

Someone's kettle has been crushed.
Someone's sister has a gash above her right eye.

How to be a Poet (to remind myself)

Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration
work,...

It’s Always Been About Wind


It’s early and the top of the oak
wet with dew is swaying, calling me
as it did when I was a boy, and
the birds, singing before we wake,
are the hearts of those...

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born...