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.