Saturday, June 22, 2019

First Day of Summer

A magic flute, a silver note,
a robin on the wing;
everything is celebrating
summer     and I
am one with them.

My eyes see only art,
the weed, the vine, the bloom,
the supple Maple tree,
Each is a maestro
in its proclivity to dance, or sing,
or merely be.

Though I,
wan mortal that I am,
stand paler
by their beauty, Today
I am at once the wing-ed bird
and the graceful tree.

Thursday, June 13, 2019

How I'll Cure the World

I will write the demons,
the silent screams and tears,
the groundless, and not so groundless, fears
accumulated like mismatched luggage.

No fancy suit bag here,
just battered baggage
scarred and damaged,

the ugly rumblings of griffins
and goblins, the predators
with twirled mustaches,
vile breathed and detached.

I will write the shadows
that smother the sun,
the smog and the pollution,
the pestilence of intimidation,
the bias of discrimination,

I will write the smack, the crack,
the booze, the pills, the pain,
the insane refrain that does not dwindle.

I will write it all
then crunch it up
into a vulgar ball
and burn it.

Monday, May 20, 2019

Country Wisdom

There are some things you live your whole life
without knowing, some facts that nobody cares
that you lack. Of course, if you’d be a farmer, 
you must know  a mule from a horse.
If you should be asked to write for Farm Journal
it is important to know that the fruit of the corn
is known as a kernel;  chickens gathered to eat
said fruit are rightfully called a flock.
A bullock (or ox if you choose) has never
been noted for curls. That mentioned, two bullocks
are oxen, single one out it’s an ox. Furthermore,
if it’s a cow, it’s always a girl.
A sow  (as in cow)is a hog that’s had babies,
before that she was a pig, and even prior, in a time
somewhat remote, that pig was known as a shoat.
Then as now, in good times  and worse,  
you can’t turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse.


Sunday, May 19, 2019

This New Day

On In 1, Poetry, sarah zang, smzang4 Comments

..begun with birdsong and dew;
and a  newspaper that’s  a smear
of condensation and sensationalism
(soon only the scandal sheets
will survive.)
Each day
marks the end of something…
flexibility, dexterity, temerity…
the probability that today it might be
the end of war and world hunger
is a jump even on this optimistic morning
when May and the sun conspire for perfection
but the possibility is there.
Hungry souls
sense what they never know.
Somewhere inside
all of us live alone.  Breathe deeply
as if consciousness expands
with the lungs.  Take that first sip
of dawn and with it a hit of reality…
This day will be what we make it.

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Quotable Quotes

You can complain because roses have thorns or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. ~Ziggy
Tomorrow is yet to be. Today is the miracle. Unknown
In acceptance, there is peace. 1 Timothy 2:15
Worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you anywhere. Glenn Turner
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy. –
Thich Nhat Hanh
The willow knows what the storm does not: that the power to endure harm outlives the power to inflict it.    Unknown
When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Patience is the key to paradise.  Turkish Proverb