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White-wash

White innocence melts

In autumn’s tired rain

Time an old song belts

Sipping stale champagne

Evening grief welling

Tears in grimy snow

Bleak stories telling

Morning plants a glow

In white vapor clouds

Bright sunbeams flourish

Freed from ominous shrouds

This day I’ll nourish

LICENSE TO CALCULATE

In my Spartan, but important looking office
On a cinder block wall, painted battleship gray
Which joints display good workmanship and solid material
Is hanging plumb and true to line a perfect rectangle
An impressively calligraphed document
By gilded plastic baroquely framed
Solemnly, the Department of State
Presents sealed greetings and evidence
That according to the law, and by proper examination
I have gained the ability and character
To calculate stress and fatigue
To design, plot and engineer
Details, components, and devices
By means of plans and specifications
Practical visions will be built.
But building castles of air Gives me “Gestalt”.

Arbor vitae

What can I say about the tree?
I hang my troubles on
It is a mighty spruce, tall and proud
And black, sheltering
My friends the blue jays
And my enemies the squirrels
Bleeding whitish pitch
To make the ants and my troubles stick
I planted it from
A twelve inch seedling and mowed
It down by mistake
So it grew taller and stronger
Then I leaned on it
To rest and dream, to smell and breathe
Now I pass it twice
A day, evenings going home
I hang my troubles on
It lets me do it, no complaints
Just endures and sways
Mornings when I face a new day
I take my troubles back
Carrying my load again, now lighter
With troubles mostly gone
What would I do without my tree?
To hang my troubles on.

Dancing with the wheel

Snow geese flying north
To glades, birches and thawed lakes
Frozen earth renewal moon

Under quaking aspens
Otters, belly slide snowy gulches
Rest and cleansing moon

Cougars breath, frosty - whiskered
Plantain, leaves emerge healing
Big winds moon

Above twinkling dandelions
Red hawk, eye piercing night
Budding trees moon

Blue camas border
Beavers, weaving willow dams
Frogs return moon

Flickering herds of deer
Browsing on yarrow under
Corn planting moon

Brown bears lumbering
Dragging shadows over purple violets
Harvest moon

Raven conjuring emissary
Strutting among wands of mullein
Ducks fly moon

Snakes skins shed
Dormant, in pits with thistles
Freeze up moon

Stretching black spruce
Elks, antler forest towering
Long snow moon

Leni Lenape

The original people, before we came
Their land and hunting grounds we claim
Carved face, half face
TAM --- TAM --- TAM

Messingwy, protector of the game
You let the Delaware become tame
Red face, black face
TAM --- TAM --- TAM

Their disappearance is our shame
Greed and self – righteousness to blame
White face, no face TAM --- TAM --- TAM

Crack of doom

Saying goodbye to a voice quieted,
Extinction -silenced conversation

Weaving and fraying of creation,
Fellow life in greed we ravaged.
Now spiritually we diminished,
What we had, is lost, no oblation

Saying goodbye to a voice quieted,
Extinction - silenced conversation

Our offspring's heirloom we banished,
Spend thrift ways with no limitation,
Mourning and remorse for salvation.
Song birds and frogs, once we witnessed

Saying goodbye to a voice quieted

AN AUSTRIAN EVOLUTION

Born monarchist
Brought up loyalist
Going to war nationalist
Coming home humanist
Preaching socialist
Silent anti-fascist
Disappointed communist
Dead idealist

--In memory of my Uncle Toni, one of the first Europeans (1898-1980)

DRAWING LESSON

When I first saw him
I had the urge to draw him,
But could master only a few lines
Staring at ominous signs
Of a stick figure

Then searching I found the spot
Where to draw the square dot
My eyes straining, not seeing a face
I started at the wrong place
A three-sided figure

Drawing the square not complete
All lines had to compete
As did, humans with apes,
And those with different shapes,
Like the six-cornered figure

Realistically I edged the mighty chest
And then I drew on his uniform vest
Using a barbed wire grid
So it really would fit
The Gammadion figure

Surely I displeased the grand master
Because of my bungling drawing disaster
He finally looked like Charlie Chaplin
Fittingly dressed Mephistophelian
Oh, what a figure!

LINEAGE

From the four horsemen
Of my genealogy
I received these gifts
And baggage to carry
Along life’s entire journey
Courage and a fancy for authority
From the marching Saxonian soldier
Passion for spice and fierce independence
From the carousing Hungarian herdsman
Tenacity and a stubborn pride
From the laboring Styrian sodbuster
Shrewdness and survival skills
From the wandering Jewish jeweler
And so, as I must, will pass on
These treasures and stumbling blocks
In the Trojan horse
Of my children’s bequest.

PRIMA FACIE

How do we know a person?
Is it by the shape of their face,
Is it by their ancestral line
Or is it by genetic code,
Is it by their countenance
Or is it by searching eyes?

If eyes are windows to the soul,
Can we see their souls, all naked?
If their souls have shriveled-up,
Whisked away by the cold draft
Of endless, hopeless longing,
Do we see then nothingness?

Once a living, loving body
When blood coursed through its veins,
Now a corpse, empty eye sockets
Door way to the netherworld,
But old familiar faces
We remember always.

PÂQUES À NOËL

At first chaos came into being, so we are told
The original big bang, huge conflagration
Within ten microseconds cosmic clouds unfold
Coalescing galaxies from radiation
Shadowy primordial shapes in propagation
Dust molecules relative boundaries overstepped
Super nova erupts in reverberation
Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept.

Fragments of baryonic substances, all gold
Nebulae of evaporation, condensation
We feel the slight presence of floating souls, all cold
Star birth, endless firmament in animation
Star death, blackness in shadowy degradation
Ultra light frozen in time, from escaping kept
Material essence breeds reincarnation
Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept.

Afraid, power of knowing we press in faith’s mold
For resurrection we wait with trepidation
A king born, and light escapes from the black hole’s hold
A king dead, and Eastre glows with adoration
Cycle of birth and death, eternal transformation
Our mystification’s curtain aside not swept
Fall harvest brought by spring crop elimination
Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept.

Kinship of birth and death is our celebration
For great joy and sorrow we universally wept
Recycled matter and knowledge our salvation
Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept.

Thanksgiving Night

Ninth month nightly window gazing
Doles out fleeting, passing glimpses
In to an empty formless world
Filling out it’s dark depressions
Could it be heavens, stretching high?
Heavens above without a sun,
Nor cheerfully winking moon?
Nothing around but emptiness?

But when looking below, I see
A flickering, faint little light
Dancing on the mirrored surface
Of a tiny, tranquil pond
Fighting its way through gloomy air
All the way to my searching eye
Reflection of a comforting
Ordinary, curb side street light

Awakens vague feelings of hope
Growing to even thankfulness
Something this morning’s humming bird
Late in seasonal departure
Must have felt, when finding the red
Nectar filled feeder hanging still
From balcony balusters void
Of blooms bursting out and over

Close Encounters

Lazily zig zags
A mangy looking
Coyote across
The prairie rolling
Sun-gilded green hills
Black eyed Susans
Saucily forward
Pressing, hanging now
Provokingly out
Over the cart way
Winking at the once
In a while passing
Pick-up truck, watching
His futile attempt
To out run dust clouds
Stubbornly clinging
To tail gate and tires
A red tailed hawk glides
Almost motionless
In the dozing sky
Eyeing a single
Prairie dog sentry
Perched straight on his mound
Sluggish eyes blinking
Prairie afternoon
Weaves a dream catcher
As an ominous
Looking dark cloud grows
To blackened pillows
Drifting over lands
Of Bison and Sioux
Clouds on the war path
Brandishing fierce bolts
Of jagged lightning
Beating thunder drums
Scaring rock climbers
Hanging on the grooves
Gouged in the rock face
By mighty bear claws
The angry spirit
Who chased five maidens
Up Devil’s Tower
In what we call now
Eastern Wyoming

GHETTO PLAY

In the streets of the ghetto
Kids play
Cops and robbers;
Soon cops and robbers
Will play
With them

Monoski

Paraplegic needing breathing space
Day dreaming of snow bound ski race
Tracks carved in heavy snow, clear seeing
Goggle eyed, peerless rear end skiing

Accident induced, odd gamble
Stiff-legged chair lift catch up scramble
Wondering stares and pity fleeing
Goggle eyed, peerless rear end skiing

Hot face caressed by chilly windstorm
Strapped in ski mounted chair, free form
Mind over matter - well being
Goggle eyed, peerless rear end skiing

Rhapsody for Araby

The liberator came
Dressed in the pressed uniform
Of a slick toy soldier
As quiet date palm groves
Bathe in the cold moon light
His khaki backpack full
Stuffed with much make believe
Heavy with shifting sand
Parched by sun, chased by wind
Sealed with a red poppy
A keen a fresh blood stain
Of warm blood not yet spilled
In the distance Baghdad
Shy fatamorgana
Born prematurely now
Before day could wake her
Coming alive struck by
Lightning, stenciling
Destiny in glowing
Characters, which can not
Be read by toy soldiers

SILENT MAJORITY

You – keepers of the gate
You know, fifth column waiting
Banners of faith agitate
You – keepers of the gate
We inside retaliate
Not taking the baiting
You – keepers of the gate
You know, fifth column waiting

At Liberty

From whence once stood the world trade center
A snap shot taken of an island
The hallow ground now a no-man’s land
But a faint beacon beckons – enter

A snap shot of solemn reverence
Our well known lady of liberty
Bystander and innocent party
So we pay liberty severance

In remembrance for nine eleven
Patriotic acts we advocate
Our neighbors we must interrogate
They may have a ticket to heaven

It seems to be a priority
For a slick pentagon resident
To find legalese for the president
Which gives him complete authority

Inflicting much pain and suffering
Just a military campaign
We know the enemy must be slain
In war there is no torturing

And the lady quietly lifts the lit torch
To guide the skipper and the tempest-tossed
Fight for her and not all hope is lost
Burning shame old glory will not scorch.

EDIFICE COMPLEX

Architects of the old world, there is no new
Freemason of creativity’s lodge
Carefully codifying esthetics
Compressing talent, their guardian spirit
In baroque pillars of their egoism
Like water in a pipe
Until one day a pillar springs a leak
A “Hundertwasser” cascading.

COGITO ERGO SUM

Life and death each other require
Of thunderbird and whale we dream
Eyes lightning, flapping wings in ire
The snake swallows its tail, we scream
Order and harmony our scheme
The storm passed, a clean world we hail
Waiting for night and day to team
Our eternal quest to find the trail

The great winged power is dire
Good and evil, lamenting theme
Let our identity transpire
The snake swallows its tail, we scream
To kill Manitou is extreme
No polarity, currents fail
Negative positive regime
Our eternal quest to find the trail

Mythos and science we acquire
Our creation through Big Bang beam?
Destruction and rebirth from fire
The snake swallows its tail, we scream
Terror with worship to redeem
Naked fear in awe we veil
Our eternal quest to find the trail

From the body the mind we cream
The snake swallows its tail, we scream
And thunderbird devours the whale
Our eternal quest to find the trail.

I WILL FIGHT NO MORE FOREVER

Windwalkers to be
No more do we wish to fight
It is our destiny

Glory and might our agony
Remorse and penance your plight
Windwalkers to be

Closing the circle in harmony
Share our calumet this night
It is our destiny

Leaving behind savagery
White buffalo now in sight
Windwalkers to be

Praying in quiet camp’s sanctity
Following vision , traveling light
It is our destiny

Bury the hatchet my plea
No more should you wish to fight
Windwalkers to be

Happy Hour

I won’t scold you
Happy hour – though you left quickly
I won’t scold you
Who colored so rosy my view
When wine flows through my veins thickly
I’m alive thumbs my heart quickly
I won’t scold you

SUMMER NIGHT

Dusk yearning painfully
The dark-eyed night breathes heavily
Beastly lust consumes
Morning breeze we crave in vain,

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EMCEE SQUARED

Unruly photons riding a wave
Full of momentum, they don’t behave
Shiny, silvery mirror meeting
Spitefully empty darkness cheating

How many splendid suns must expire?
Swallowing me in brilliant blue fire
Releasing me from earthly troubles
To reflect rainbows on soap bubbles

And gemstones sparkling with affection
Bundle the rays with deadly perfection
Piercing un -dead with lightning arrows
Shining the way to their rock barrows

To ghosts, ghouls and me the night belongs
Bright specters sing voice -less siren songs
Apparitions of atomic decay
Radioactive star display

Made from vivified star dust debris
Harnessing much energy are we
Big bang’s pocket version did emerge
Spontaneous fission on the verge

In pulsating and recycling space
We pursue in denial our race
Trying to move at the speed of light
Disintegrating star dust is our plight

About the Author

John Deer
The engineer
Discovered his name
Playing a game
Teasing his mind
Wordly treasures to find
Always mispronouncing
The borrowed tongue announcing
In accented voice
In my accent I rejoice
“Niemand weiß, Daß ich Rumpelstilzchen heiß.”

White-wash White innocence melts In autumn’s tired rain Time an old song belts Sipping stale champagne Evening grief welling Tears in grimy snow Bleak stories telling Morning plants a glow In white vapor clouds Bright sunbeams flourish Freed from ominous shrouds This day I’ll nourish LICENSE TO CALCULATE In my Spartan, but important looking office On a cinder block wall, painted battleship gray Which joints display good workmanship and solid material Is hanging plumb and true to line a perfect rectangle An impressively calligraphed document By gilded plastic baroquely framed Solemnly, the Department of State Presents sealed greetings and evidence That according to the law, and by proper examination I have gained the ability and character To calculate stress and fatigue To design, plot and engineer Details, components, and devices By means of plans and specifications Practical visions will be built. But building castles of air Gives me “Gestalt”. Arbor vitae What can I say about the tree? I hang my troubles on It is a mighty spruce, tall and proud And black, sheltering My friends the blue jays And my enemies the squirrels Bleeding whitish pitch To make the ants and my troubles stick I planted it from A twelve inch seedling and mowed It down by mistake So it grew taller and stronger Then I leaned on it To rest and dream, to smell and breathe Now I pass it twice A day, evenings going home I hang my troubles on It lets me do it, no complaints Just endures and sways Mornings when I face a new day I take my troubles back Carrying my load again, now lighter With troubles mostly gone What would I do without my tree? To hang my troubles on. Dancing with the wheel Snow geese flying north To glades, birches and thawed lakes Frozen earth renewal moon Under quaking aspens Otters, belly slide snowy gulches Rest and cleansing moon Cougars breath, frosty - whiskered Plantain, leaves emerge healing Big winds moon Above twinkling dandelions Red hawk, eye piercing night Budding trees moon Blue camas border Beavers, weaving willow dams Frogs return moon Flickering herds of deer Browsing on yarrow under Corn planting moon Brown bears lumbering Dragging shadows over purple violets Harvest moon Raven conjuring emissary Strutting among wands of mullein Ducks fly moon Snakes skins shed Dormant, in pits with thistles Freeze up moon Stretching black spruce Elks, antler forest towering Long snow moon Leni Lenape The original people, before we came Their land and hunting grounds we claim Carved face, half face TAM --- TAM --- TAM Messingwy, protector of the game You let the Delaware become tame Red face, black face TAM --- TAM --- TAM Their disappearance is our shame Greed and self – righteousness to blame White face, no face TAM --- TAM --- TAM Crack of doom Saying goodbye to a voice quieted, Extinction -silenced conversation Weaving and fraying of creation, Fellow life in greed we ravaged. Now spiritually we diminished, What we had, is lost, no oblation Saying goodbye to a voice quieted, Extinction - silenced conversation Our offspring's heirloom we banished, Spend thrift ways with no limitation, Mourning and remorse for salvation. Song birds and frogs, once we witnessed Saying goodbye to a voice quieted AN AUSTRIAN EVOLUTION Born monarchist Brought up loyalist Going to war nationalist Coming home humanist Preaching socialist Silent anti-fascist Disappointed communist Dead idealist --In memory of my Uncle Toni, one of the first Europeans (1898-1980) DRAWING LESSON When I first saw him I had the urge to draw him, But could master only a few lines Staring at ominous signs Of a stick figure Then searching I found the spot Where to draw the square dot My eyes straining, not seeing a face I started at the wrong place A three-sided figure Drawing the square not complete All lines had to compete As did, humans with apes, And those with different shapes, Like the six-cornered figure Realistically I edged the mighty chest And then I drew on his uniform vest Using a barbed wire grid So it really would fit The Gammadion figure Surely I displeased the grand master Because of my bungling drawing disaster He finally looked like Charlie Chaplin Fittingly dressed Mephistophelian Oh, what a figure! LINEAGE From the four horsemen Of my genealogy I received these gifts And baggage to carry Along life’s entire journey Courage and a fancy for authority From the marching Saxonian soldier Passion for spice and fierce independence From the carousing Hungarian herdsman Tenacity and a stubborn pride From the laboring Styrian sodbuster Shrewdness and survival skills From the wandering Jewish jeweler And so, as I must, will pass on These treasures and stumbling blocks In the Trojan horse Of my children’s bequest. PRIMA FACIE How do we know a person? Is it by the shape of their face, Is it by their ancestral line Or is it by genetic code, Is it by their countenance Or is it by searching eyes? If eyes are windows to the soul, Can we see their souls, all naked? If their souls have shriveled-up, Whisked away by the cold draft Of endless, hopeless longing, Do we see then nothingness? Once a living, loving body When blood coursed through its veins, Now a corpse, empty eye sockets Door way to the netherworld, But old familiar faces We remember always. PÂQUES À NOËL At first chaos came into being, so we are told The original big bang, huge conflagration Within ten microseconds cosmic clouds unfold Coalescing galaxies from radiation Shadowy primordial shapes in propagation Dust molecules relative boundaries overstepped Super nova erupts in reverberation Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept. Fragments of baryonic substances, all gold Nebulae of evaporation, condensation We feel the slight presence of floating souls, all cold Star birth, endless firmament in animation Star death, blackness in shadowy degradation Ultra light frozen in time, from escaping kept Material essence breeds reincarnation Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept. Afraid, power of knowing we press in faith’s mold For resurrection we wait with trepidation A king born, and light escapes from the black hole’s hold A king dead, and Eastre glows with adoration Cycle of birth and death, eternal transformation Our mystification’s curtain aside not swept Fall harvest brought by spring crop elimination Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept. Kinship of birth and death is our celebration For great joy and sorrow we universally wept Recycled matter and knowledge our salvation Joy to the world, begin is to end, we accept. Thanksgiving Night Ninth month nightly window gazing Doles out fleeting, passing glimpses In to an empty formless world Filling out it’s dark depressions Could it be heavens, stretching high? Heavens above without a sun, Nor cheerfully winking moon? Nothing around but emptiness? But when looking below, I see A flickering, faint little light Dancing on the mirrored surface Of a tiny, tranquil pond Fighting its way through gloomy air All the way to my searching eye Reflection of a comforting Ordinary, curb side street light Awakens vague feelings of hope Growing to even thankfulness Something this morning’s humming bird Late in seasonal departure Must have felt, when finding the red Nectar filled feeder hanging still From balcony balusters void Of blooms bursting out and over Close Encounters Lazily zig zags A mangy looking Coyote across The prairie rolling Sun-gilded green hills Black eyed Susans Saucily forward Pressing, hanging now Provokingly out Over the cart way Winking at the once In a while passing Pick-up truck, watching His futile attempt To out run dust clouds Stubbornly clinging To tail gate and tires A red tailed hawk glides Almost motionless In the dozing sky Eyeing a single Prairie dog sentry Perched straight on his mound Sluggish eyes blinking Prairie afternoon Weaves a dream catcher As an ominous Looking dark cloud grows To blackened pillows Drifting over lands Of Bison and Sioux Clouds on the war path Brandishing fierce bolts Of jagged lightning Beating thunder drums Scaring rock climbers Hanging on the grooves Gouged in the rock face By mighty bear claws The angry spirit Who chased five maidens Up Devil’s Tower In what we call now Eastern Wyoming GHETTO PLAY In the streets of the ghetto Kids play Cops and robbers; Soon cops and robbers Will play With them Monoski Paraplegic needing breathing space Day dreaming of snow bound ski race Tracks carved in heavy snow, clear seeing Goggle eyed, peerless rear end skiing Accident induced, odd gamble Stiff-legged chair lift catch up scramble Wondering stares and pity fleeing Goggle eyed, peerless rear end skiing Hot face caressed by chilly windstorm Strapped in ski mounted chair, free form Mind over matter - well being Goggle eyed, peerless rear end skiing Rhapsody for Araby The liberator came Dressed in the pressed uniform Of a slick toy soldier As quiet date palm groves Bathe in the cold moon light His khaki backpack full Stuffed with much make believe Heavy with shifting sand Parched by sun, chased by wind Sealed with a red poppy A keen a fresh blood stain Of warm blood not yet spilled In the distance Baghdad Shy fatamorgana Born prematurely now Before day could wake her Coming alive struck by Lightning, stenciling Destiny in glowing Characters, which can not Be read by toy soldiers SILENT MAJORITY You – keepers of the gate You know, fifth column waiting Banners of faith agitate You – keepers of the gate We inside retaliate Not taking the baiting You – keepers of the gate You know, fifth column waiting At Liberty From whence once stood the world trade center A snap shot taken of an island The hallow ground now a no-man’s land But a faint beacon beckons – enter A snap shot of solemn reverence Our well known lady of liberty Bystander and innocent party So we pay liberty severance In remembrance for nine eleven Patriotic acts we advocate Our neighbors we must interrogate They may have a ticket to heaven It seems to be a priority For a slick pentagon resident To find legalese for the president Which gives him complete authority Inflicting much pain and suffering Just a military campaign We know the enemy must be slain In war there is no torturing And the lady quietly lifts the lit torch To guide the skipper and the tempest-tossed Fight for her and not all hope is lost Burning shame old glory will not scorch. EDIFICE COMPLEX Architects of the old world, there is no new Freemason of creativity’s lodge Carefully codifying esthetics Compressing talent, their guardian spirit In baroque pillars of their egoism Like water in a pipe Until one day a pillar springs a leak A “Hundertwasser” cascading. COGITO ERGO SUM Life and death each other require Of thunderbird and whale we dream Eyes lightning, flapping wings in ire The snake swallows its tail, we scream Order and harmony our scheme The storm passed, a clean world we hail Waiting for night and day to team Our eternal quest to find the trail The great winged power is dire Good and evil, lamenting theme Let our identity transpire The snake swallows its tail, we scream To kill Manitou is extreme No polarity, currents fail Negative positive regime Our eternal quest to find the trail Mythos and science we acquire Our creation through Big Bang beam? Destruction and rebirth from fire The snake swallows its tail, we scream Terror with worship to redeem Naked fear in awe we veil Our eternal quest to find the trail From the body the mind we cream The snake swallows its tail, we scream And thunderbird devours the whale Our eternal quest to find the trail. I WILL FIGHT NO MORE FOREVER Windwalkers to be No more do we wish to fight It is our destiny Glory and might our agony Remorse and penance your plight Windwalkers to be Closing the circle in harmony Share our calumet this night It is our destiny Leaving behind savagery White buffalo now in sight Windwalkers to be Praying in quiet camp’s sanctity Following vision , traveling light It is our destiny Bury the hatchet my plea No more should you wish to fight Windwalkers to be Happy Hour I won’t scold you Happy hour – though you left quickly I won’t scold you Who colored so rosy my view When wine flows through my veins thickly I’m alive thumbs my heart quickly I won’t scold you SUMMER NIGHT Dusk yearning painfully The dark-eyed night breathes heavily Beastly lust consumes Morning breeze we crave in vain, Spam a lot The screen saver Peeling back the lid To outlook express Zeitgeist flashing Overwhelming inbox Mundane subjects Packaged in spicy Subject lines Don’t be shy By all means Make yourself at home It is your home Explore Easy ways to refinance Fake college degrees Weekend Viagra Investor’s insight Rollex replicas What Mama wants Size matters Xanax – multiple orgazmsss Christian loans at 3.5% Body you dream about We owe you money Want a home? Free porn – viruses included Make big money without cash Your meds arrived I promised to help 5000 people Free spam blocker Famous spam From humble beginnings Hails your holy grail So give them money Never mind the killer rabbits Legless knights and Monty Python Slice them, dice them, bake them Click here to join This page cannot be displayed EMCEE SQUARED Unruly photons riding a wave Full of momentum, they don’t behave Shiny, silvery mirror meeting Spitefully empty darkness cheating How many splendid suns must expire? Swallowing me in brilliant blue fire Releasing me from earthly troubles To reflect rainbows on soap bubbles And gemstones sparkling with affection Bundle the rays with deadly perfection Piercing un -dead with lightning arrows Shining the way to their rock barrows To ghosts, ghouls and me the night belongs Bright specters sing voice -less siren songs Apparitions of atomic decay Radioactive star display Made from vivified star dust debris Harnessing much energy are we Big bang’s pocket version did emerge Spontaneous fission on the verge In pulsating and recycling space We pursue in denial our race Trying to move at the speed of light Disintegrating star dust is our plight About the Author John Deer The engineer Discovered his name Playing a game Teasing his mind Wordly treasures to find Always mispronouncing The borrowed tongue announcing In accented voice In my accent I rejoice “Niemand weiß, Daß ich Rumpelstilzchen heiß.” Rumpelstilzchen poems © Copyright 2004. All rights reserved