Beautiful Pen

The scream within
my belly dies
As I pick up this Pen
Serenity descends
Over me. Delight!
The large page,
Spacious, white;
Not yet blemished
By black ink
Waits
I am weighted by
The responsibility
A pebble I throw
Into a pond.
I feel the elation
Of creation
I feel powerful
I can choose
Which memory
To cherish or lose
Sandalwood,
Field of clover
André Segovia
Birds singing
Bells ringing
Quickening
Or
Sulfurous Eggs
Sour booze
Screaming
Dead fish
Denied Wish
Abyss

The End

A Kind of List Poem

Outside in the yard
Birds twitter and chirp
Down in my hand
Palm lines run long and deep

In my imagination
Schemes of my future
And the Realization

I will persevere

I will share

I will admire

Nothing is pitiful
Nothing is ludicrous

I live, I love

By Jackie

The Bell

She is persistent
I wake up cold as ice
Yesterday it was six. Now,
It is seven!
Holy cow, next it will be eleven!
Woof, woof, woof
Animal orientation
Time to get up
Time to go
She barks, "don't be so slow "

Dogs have no sense of time. Do "they"
Know of Pavlov's bell
Tinkle, Tinkle
Every day
Reflects a new wrinkle
Tax, tax, tax
These are the facts
"They" speak using words
Of which I am familiar.
Cha Ching, Cha Ching,

Who changes the time?
White Collars
Men in black
Women in red
It isn't the loss, but the lack
Of Gain that they dread
Clang, Clang, Clang

Naysayer Gloom
Too many old folks
From the Baby Boom
Why are they still here?
Why are they living so long?

Have you heard the song?
And all that jive
Medicine,
Is keeping them alive?
Ding a ling, ding a ling

The sin of my youth
Is forgiven
Here is the win- win
Raise prices
Increase stress
Take away their medicine
Give them no rest
Play that bugle for them
Dumb ta dum, dum ta dum, dum ta dum