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larry goodell
NEWYEARSPOEMS
,
only the earth, this snow
this ice, this cold apricot tree
tannish juniper a
distant choice old apple tree
young cherry &
struggling peach
what divides us
when there is no church
Earth with no message
but itself
grasping for a less
masochistic image.
My computer analog
flesh and bone-brain
sees my love
loving out to
Whitmanesque degree.
The you in you
is who?
Not brother
not any other
a friend and yet another
takes your place
the Earth itself beyond ever seeing knowing
all of anything
you are of the Earth imagining
representative
and out of the form of some Earth of mind
your opposite woman
you are born as
a fair carrier of the Earth sense
of loving plants as much as us
animals as much as us
I love you
Earth unknown church without ever
being a church
as broad as Whitman our only
Eastern-minded Westerner
save the Indians already here
you friend, history talks
we share a long conversation bringing in the New Year
you wonderful companion of Earth
woman as little
as I see
is all you
become, lasts
into a new direction of you
I remember my friend
and now you are you
beyond friend
a natural you
I address
love as a pleasant
issue
as religious
as round is
as the free mind
expounded
cold January
fire limpidly going
Sun intermittent
you sit reading in the rocking chair by the stove
I sit being blessed in words by
New Year's Eve party friends
who carry on the years
into a builded openness
that trusts trust.
Love exudes in spite of all
undefined, but declared.
Effuses.
Amuses.
Friendship love long
friendship love.
Wife of love long
wife long love
deepens in
continuing.
A meditation on a musing.
One, two, three.
The whole is not centered,
the whole of everything.
My centering is.
Giving gifts by trust.
Me to the you yous.
Is it warm?
Do you get
anything from vagaries?
Not intense work
but relaxed.
First
day
of the mythology of the year
is born.
Sir James Fraser, 1st of January 1854.
We begin our step upward into
friendship and love,
that is
downward into the Earth
weaving mysteries from
a piece of toast
whole wheat homemade
& homemade applesauce
from the choice old apple tree
I see below
a possible Winesap
the VCR unreeling Entr Nous
in the other room
French fills the air with
a kiss of choices
a wish for
continuance in
the angle of growth
playing with clichs
when you can't
avoid them
invoking the rapture of
the muse
Erato of erotic song
with a lyre
Euterpe of lyric song
with a double flute
Calliope of epic song
with a tablet & a pencil
Polyhymnia of sacred song
veiled & thoughtful
Thalia of comic & pastoral song
with a mask & staff
"inspire the poet and prompt his song"
or from any source
ease the chair away through
the veils of rapid worlds
to rest the mind in
the set of friends
that you do have
though seeming so dispersed
though never satisfied
each from
the essential loneliness
of our unattached bodies
planets in our own space
of birth, alone
of death, alone
between
celebrate
bravely
openness
to grow until I die
I die open
and come back to
soul
mates
a soul with no
definition
an ambience
of man and wife
an ambience of our care.
A dancing dare
to give when
the other bends.
A bouncing from friendship
to marriage.
Bouncing back from friendship
to marriage
in the house that is the church
lived in
a doxology of life
in the now
the new now
the now now.
Such As It Is
for Steve and Jane Sprague
Everything is exquisite
as the Ponce de Leon find,
the fountain of youth flows
in the passing moment.
Eternity is always youthful
as it begins always from the beginning
as I do, no matter
what age I am.
No past no future
not even a now.
Just is-ness, such is such
a gift giving away.
A moment being momentous.
What now.
Cool to bed
to warm up.
Tired from
the first day of a New Year.
Posole
biscochitos
anasazi beans
homegrown poblano chile
jalapeos relish
and flour tortillas
pistachios
apple juice
tea, coffee, local bing cherry wine
brownies baked
on sour cherries,
olive bread friends brought,
homegrown almonds,
a tap dance on the kitchen floor
all after a late morning hike
to the spring
and up across arroyos
to snow patched hills
overlooking the houses, the village
and down here home,
warm with
the closest of friends
blends into never-never land
reality plus reflection.
January first
bursting
with pleasure.
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Thank you God for all the blessings we have to make things worse.
Ill kill myself out of any situation Ill use my brain to
devise new self-defense mechanisms that
we know are assault weapons in disguise, in fact everything
is to disguise, there is just one rule do as you wish to get what you want,
kiss the rich ass and become like them, ape the wealthy and you shall become
like them if not really them,
since they are the king-rule jackasses of all time he-haw the business leaders
of oil and weapons, poisoned-tank food,
big box products that spin you out in debt in gambling and drinking palaces
as bright colorful lights disguise your demise, take a pill dear,
take another pill not so dear, take a pill: fear surrounds us
on the day of the day of the day of the dead day, the coming alive seems
remote
the weather hits us with surprise surprise surprise, we told you so,
and youre worshiping yourself in the mirror wouldnt allow the news
to be sad, to be real, to be criticizing yourself, pointing out
your entire panorama is a sham and based on your favorite thing,
ignorance.
Oh ignorance is bliss and I eat you, I become you, lets kill the endangered
for fun
and rule the world Oh we already do! on the day of the dead days the day
thats supposed to be alive, things can only get better, oh excuse me,
worse, which is better. We want to rip-roar and be ourselves
and Americanize everything which means hire the rest of the world to
powder our checks and fumigate our asses, he-haw,
on the day of the day of the day of the dead days when everything comes alive
to be dead again, what more can be said, what more can be said.
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NEWYEARSPOEMS
larry goodell