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Uncategorized Poetry

They say that patience is a virtue

So we’re on our way to hell

When humility looks like weakness

We’re ringing the devil’s bell

OK to be content

Throw ambitions to the wind

Not just to pay the rent

But centered deep within

High speed fast track  What do we lack

If not for peace of mind

The highest price commodity

That is so hard to find

It;s the jewel that can’t be beat

The only thing thats not for sale

Anywhere on the street

So if your tired of being bored

Get  the prize millionaires can’t afford

Poetry, Uncategorized

Bum Poets unite!
You are the lifeblood of faith,
in the midst of the Techno-Mechanical Meglomania.
No time to waste
We’ve already spaced
Not a chance I’ll change my stance
So read on rhyme sublime
Take up a collection And send in the script
Start off in the direction Of a silicone chip
Cancel the election And don’t take no lip
Birdies of spring As icles drip
Read on rhyme sublime
Turn the page and take the trip
In chronological order I’ll bet
Undercurrent bubblings of things not quite happened as yet
Unraveling the questions And answers of life
Marking the changes from joy or from strife
With frequent a twist of letter or sound
If poetry be filet this be rhyme in the round
So read on rhyme sublime

Poetry Poetry, poets, unite

It matters little if our view
be it sacred
or folly

But hard to argue
With the Lama
that it helps if we are jolly

The pursuit of Happiness
Birth Right of All
Be it Bliss
Or cosmic dust
Survival of the species
Might rely on trust

Bannish all that must divide
When diminished Hate must surely hide
Who wants to keep it by their side?

Poetry

Say what there Encyclopedia Jones
Syllogistic Reverberations
Now cliche’s feel like stones
St. Hexidecimal at all work stations
It’s not machines that are the clones
IBM & A T & T
You, my modem xand I make three
chips & dips and circuits galore
Out of the future the present has tore
My Son doesn’t want to go back in time
He say’s it’s all here
In the present. He’s quite clear
And it just happens to harmonize,
I mean chime
With my rhyme March 1987

Poetry computers, epistemological, machines, revelations, time

The psychedelic charms of your painted face
Makes chambermaids of Lord’s bow down with grace
Capsules of threat still zooming thru space
As my boots continue to ramble, leaving no trace
Of the wrath I bestow on others
The problems of life
Are of trouble and strife
But why should I worry
I’m in no great hurry
With boots so furry
I blow minds
The uninhibited evergreen
With roots so stable
Often seen
But never able
To wear elegant suits
And furry boots
And blow minds Feb 1967

Poetry charms, psychedelic

From out of the River of Kali
Looks like the truth, by golly
From the misty darkness
To the light of day
You’ve really broke your harness
And flew forth straight away
It’s slowly begun to caress
The meaning of today
The Great Benefic starts a stress
With the Testor’s time display
If your astor is glowing bright
Through the greyness of your mind
Melt yourself right into the light
And see what you can find

(10-16-1971 Jupiter opposite Saturn)

Poetry Poetry, time