O! WHY WRITE A LOVE POEM NOW,
WHEN MY MIND’S SO QUARANTINED
WITH THE PEOPLES AND NATIONS OF THE WORLD
IN THIS BOUNDLESS PANDEMIC SPRINGTIME OF COVID-19 2020?
WHAT IS THIS I’M WRITING MIDST THE DYING,
MIDST THE GLOBAL INFECTION Continue reading →

Death’s a daily think—getting demanding, too.
News, world, and my i-phone’s so full of it.
Lindsey, 25, of Dixie Crush is dead.
Car ran her over: died 2/17/2020,
A day before I turned 86 years.
Paisley, 7, just died in Continue reading →

………Oh! Little ant won’t stop
Scurrying on the countertop.
Quickly a finger on it. Squash! It’s gone!
Oh! Worm-Flea-Ant-Bee-Sparrow….
Oh! Burrow-Bite-Crawl-Buzz-Fly…
Oh! To be so small and infinitely smaller
In so vast a star-eating-star universe!
Oh! Spam of panspermia, loosed Continue reading →

It’s a living document
Of the timeless in time.
Some stories are based on reality
Some realities come from stories.
Some days bring a dream moment
When each flows into each
Causing one to smile,
In the sudden captured
Rapture Continue reading →

Softly. . .
I held You with my mind
As I sat in the sun today,
Gentle breeze blowing my hair;
Breathing calm and easy there —
As, sudden-soft, butterflies fluttered-in,
Held-on, in my zinnias, to lovely blooms:
Flutterflybies from Continue reading →

WHO AM I ?

I stand here alive,
Fit to fiddle and thrive,
While so many die
Or in poverty live
Or strive in terror’s hive
Dreaming to play one’s hand as I.

Old I be — mostly written-off,
Yet Continue reading →

Three Inhales for the Road Ahead — 7/20/19 — mdok

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WE MUST FREE BEAUTY — NOW!

We must free Beauty — Now!
Life’s front pages cry foul!
She is hidden away
As brutes drama the play.

Something is sure Continue reading →

For so long we’ve longed
A belonging for a home
That homes a homing
That has a being’s begun
Beyond a being’s begone
Sings a song that songs
A singing aptly sung
That verses a verse
That gives versing a Continue reading →

It’s almost like being new-born again —
Only now it’s old-born back through the womb;
Death’s grab of umbilical’s other end:
To retract a life to no longer roam.

As yanked-out of nothing from which one came,
All creatures are Continue reading →

M E — An April Meditation from “My Existence”
As A Most WElcoME-AWEsoME-Me-ta-we-ical Love Song

Ahoy, Odysseans!

If you can live with me you can die with me.
If you can hope with me you can love with me.
If Continue reading →