Tired - with audio

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I’m tired
Tired of the heat
Tired
Need an ice cold treat
Tired
I’m tired and I’m beat

Tripping through my world
Angry at all who I meet

Tired
I need to retreat
Tired
Speaking thoughts, not discrete
Tired
Can’t walk on my feet

Falling on the curb
Face in the concrete

Tired
I’m announcing defeat
Tired
Hiding under the sheet
Tired
And my work’s not complete

Tumbling down the stairs
Right out into the street

What can I say
What shall I speak

Please just excuse me
Friend I’m feeling weak

Too tired to respect you
So tired, just had to repeat

Please let me find a cool night
So I can lay in some sleep

Fret Not Little Bird - with audio

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FRET NOT LITTLE BIRD

Fret not little bird and hear the true word,

Please listen to what I shall tell

That God is in the heavens and we are on the earth

And all will be well in the dell

Trust in the one who made the earth and sun,

With the seeds, the trees, and the fruit

With a purpose, we suppose, for the bee and the rose,

For you and your lovely recruit

Fear not pretty one, dry your tears in the sun,

Fly on where true love doth compel

Join those in the field, a blossomed little world,

Where the sky rests upon the tel

Swell up with song for the light doth shine strong

Clear, the way above, wide and blue

With sweet blessings falling in the breezes that come a calling,

Bringing flight to me and to you.

dedicated to the nini kid for sweet happiness and blessings always. 2017

No More Reason In The Rhyme - with audio

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Asking all the questions

Making no connections

Drifting through hollow checkout lines

Headed no direction

Diced up into sections

On the freeway one more time

The voice of news resigns

Information to compel and sell

But way up in my head, I’m feeling fine

I’m just cruising on

Just like ten thousand lost songs

In another paradigm

Coming from a different time

Having these big conversations

That never reach their destinations

No communication 
In these words of mine

I’m just cruising along

In an ocean wide and plumb

Smiling youthful faces

Silent waves, and graces

Criminal, a generation behind

Inside feels like dying, 
Crying, trying to remind

Sighing, sharing caring, 
Reaching out deaf and blind

Asking all the questions

Used to give directions

Out front and headed up the line

Singing songs, and making deals

On the stage and in Time square

In Halls and hearts made it shine

Cities crashing to the ground

Unknowing eyes hear no sound

Language foreign, 
No more reason in the Rhyme

Where Do The Words Go

Where do the words go

Down the page

In the book

On the shelf

You know

Where to the words go

Out of the head

On the paper

Scale the caper

Oh, OH

Where do the words go

In the hidden heart

Deep in the soul

And on the pages now

Only the spaces show

Where do the words go

Spent at a party

In a passing car

On the nearest star

A mystery to show

Where do the words go

Between me and thee

He and she

Faces and baby

To pictures below

Where do the words go

Into the ground

To sprout the seeds

In rain coming down

Sunlit sound in swaying trees

Where do the words go

Sent to the spirit rising

Beyond painted horizon

Higher than lightning

Passing Jupiter Calypso and Pluto

Where do the words go

Cleansed in waters above and below

Returned to the Cosmos in

Spiraling eternal shuddering colors

Love’s Utterances of long ago 

Poems Naive

Hello All:

The poems herein represent feelings, reflections and moments in time. They are original drafts, some of which remain here in all their glory and have not been edited. The criticism that I get from most of my writer friends is that the poems or stories do not have a beginning middle and an end. This is because most of us here in the west, whether we know it or not, have been trained in the style and structure of classical literature. In the 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s, from beat poets, to Bukowski to rap there has been some movement away from that strictness of form, as seen in the visual art world first with the French painters of the late 19 century and the Spanish painters of the early 20th, culminating with folks like Jackson Pollard in the 1930s 40s and beyond.

That being said a lot the work here is amateur and naive, and without the polish of the outstanding professional training and talent represented by the rich literary traditions available to us in each of our respective places of origin.

I'm not sure that I will get around to tidying up around here, so if you see these poems elsewhere in the future looking a little different and some with changed titles its all good. You can say; well I knew those poems way back when, before they were all clean and shiny. Thanks for looking in -

and Best Regards,
Dusty Crucible, at www.cloudywaves.blogspot.com
PS. Check for audio links to hear some poems read aloud.

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Gentle Elevation - with audio

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Walking long in the majestic woods

Cabins watching like men in hoods

Eyes unfolding mysteries o’er the sandy path

Conifers, Pines, Oaks, and deep green undergrowth

Angelic Sunlight reaches down through leafy branches

Kind words, knowing smiles, hushed voices, a Blue Jay dances

Love is given and taken in the rich mountain air

Woodpeckers overhead work and play with equal flair

Tap tap tap tap tap, flying, sailing, diving, chattering

A pond in the distance, surface rippling, hardly noticing

Peaceful thoughts in the day’s hot fractured light

Sounds of mice in the ceiling, mountain lion’s cries in the night

Cold dark restless outside, inside quiet prayers, bodies calm

Blanketed sleep, murmuring softly, popping flames charm and warm

Coffee and eggs, with sleepy happy faces

Packing and cleaning then on to other places

Oh gentle elevation touched by descending cloudy vapors

Each heart beats out a song, singing of your stunning favors

Farewell to all creatures, wildflowers and living things so pretty

Down the winding ways speed we away toward the distant city

A WRENCHING THING - with audio

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Sleep comes crashing down

Upon my brow, upon my brow

I see him now, I see him now

A man obsequiously bowing low, bowing low

Can I have a dollar?

I say no, I say no

What for I ask?, I almost holler

To buy food you know, food you know?

I’ll buy you a chicken

But he says oh no, he says oh no

My face twists up, blood thickens

I think he’s a fake, he’s a no go

I watch through the store window

I follow in his wake, in his wake

I think perhaps that oh

I made a mistake, I made a mistake

I go back out, in a different mood

To give him a five, to give him a five

But he is no more about, a chance for good

Has passed me by, has passed me by

What a wrenching thing it is to abide

The morbid caress of coldness, of coldness

Come in from the world outside to reside

To rest within my breast, within my breast

In my turning turbulent dreams

Running away from my screams, my screams

I think that if I shall live

May God forgive, may God forgive

And when in humility he comes again

Machismo and pride both cast aside in pain, in pain

Reaching out with eyes and words hoping

May my heart warm and my hand open, my hand open

Many a Blessed Scarlet Tear - with audio

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Petals were strewn about on the ground
Like many a blessed scarlet tear
She cast them down in the garden
To bring me morning cheer

I sought her face among the flowers
But there I could not find her
So in the yard I went about
Giving little green lives a caring shower

Plunging through the sunlight pure
Rounding another corner
Waking afresh upon dawns breath of air
Among roses, camellias and citrus, but more fair

A vision of this day's joy upon the walk
My eyes found awaiting there
We entered into a long warm embrace
Kissing and caressing without a care

Joining in the cold and dew
Love's precious tender affections
Once again this day to renew
Savoring each heart's reflections.


 

Alone - with audio

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Alone, alone

In crowded room

Or on the moon

Alone,  alone

Identity unknown

Destination home

Alone, alone

What to do

Make two, one

Alone, alone

Kisses morning and night

Make it right, make it right

Alone, alone

Without you

Lost and undone

Alone, alone

Seeing you

Across the room

Alone, alone

Touching your heart

Life again

Alone, alone

Loving you

You alone

Alone, alone

Take your hand

Alone in mine

Alone no more

In your embrace

Forevermore

Polluting The Minds Once Free - with audio

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The clouds have descended
The fog is back
Bouncing off trees
In the Outback

Anxiety rising high
Mood sinking low
Readying the back
For the many falling blows

From little men
In cold dark suits
Enforcing victim-hood status
Micro abuses, imagined slights

Deconstructing mores with splendid finesse 
While wearing the cloak of bloody righteousness
Disguising a cavity of unbridled greed
Polluting the minds of (you and me), once free