Thoughts on Parade
a bottled zen garden
shaken- not stirred
to russia with love
a toast to the rockets
a boy and his drone
every dog has his day
after the fall out.
thoughts on parade
goose stepping along
wave on the pond
expressing the nature
until the new ice age glaciers.
Late night cornbread
and hot turkey broth…
they make a good gravy
dippin’ and fillin’ with
dry day ole cornbread
…howdee got there?
a sleepless night sea breeze
of buttery erotic aroma
while wide eyes wander
into insomniac anticipation.
of cornbread and gravy.
Two Poems of Light
mass less particle
expressing an existence
empty of essence
bound only in acting…
you gotta move.
No waiting for it all to
roll up to you.
So Now What Shall We Do?
What would you do
If you finally Knew,
If you finally found out,
What it is all about?
What would you do?
Would you jump up and down
Tell everyone in town?
Would you keep it a secret
Locked away with pressed lips
And never utter a sound?
What does it all mean?
Well it happens between
The lessons we learn,
When we share our concern
For brothers, sisters and lovers-
What we share with each other.
So… Now what shall we all do?
(loosely a prequel to: “Sleuthing” )
Tao- cat
Tao-cat runs in the night.
Tao-cat climbs up the moonbeams.
She loves both shadows and light.
Tao-cat only reads faces.
Tao-cat never reads books.
Tao-cat hunts in wide spaces.
Tao-cat hides in the nooks.
Tao-cat chases her tale.
_round and round
_no sight of her beginning
_ no worry of her end
Tao-cat would let out a terrible sound.
There is not tellin’ where that cat’s been!
Tao-cat gives me a poke.
Tao-cat’s universe is at play.
If she ever suddenly spoke,
I wonder what Taocat would say!
stray cat poem (again)
I am a stray cat.
A lone creature scurrying for scraps
Of knowledge in life’s back alleys.
Midnight choruses with kindred souls
Fill the cold night with songs of restlessness.
the life examined
formaldehyde and
samples shall be forgotten.
meadows we now play.
the life examined
is a life of interplaying
nothing is distilled.
Fluted Wooden Wind Chimes and Haiku
colliding playfully like
thoughts, both yours and mine
These Socks
these socks have holes!
surely, i should sift
through drawers for new ones
this soul woes with wounds!
wearily, i wear this,while
knowing i have only one
Automatic Lovers
(a bitter sweet valentines day verse by the Gifted Poet)
“I would really like to meet you,” I said
“Why ruin a good thing?” she laughs
,
she comes to me in midnite dreams,
starry eyed, with cherub wings
in visions of broadband streams
yet, In day I only hear her screens
,
“I’m not here right now, please leave a message”
we smile.
,
Oh,
eyes that never met
teeth never shared
stomachs that never groan
together.
,
maybe we could be Facebook, friends I think.
Or twitter tweets we share
…”till we drowned”
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Dancin Fool
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The unbearable lightness of Bee-ing
(Flowering Nautilus)
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the unbearable lightness of Bee-ing
(with apologies to Milan Kundera)
The bee moves unknowingly,
Trading pollen for nectar
Essence for essence
Essence for flowers
Essence for air
Essence for environment.
Unknowing of the grand contributing/consuming
Value of the bee.
Unknowing is the bee of the spring gales,
The gale of probability…
The gale of otherwise pleasant rainy days
That both beats down and force up flowering plants,
The gale that blows the bee violently of his course
His essence, his existence
His existence is very light.
His unknowing is very heavy
The unbearable lightness of bee-ing
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sweat o’er blood
the plow
cuts longer than
conquers deeper than
the sword.
When the day is done
it’s not surrender
it’s not retreat
it’s just the work day’s night sheath
and the bloodless promise rewards
of the new day.
cyborg and superman
Cyborg and Superman
went to battle again
,
Superman says to Cyborg
“You stand in my way”
Cyborg justs laughs
and this what he says:
,
“My feet have grown wheels
My voice bellows broadband waves
My sword splits atoms
my chemicals ease my pain
my skin is an armor alloy
my oil flows through my veins”
,
Superman turns to Cyborg
and then he begins:
“I am potential
I have no skin
I am kinetic
I move with the wind
I’ve already overthrown
the tyranny within.”
‘
Cyborg and Superman
went to battle again
The me-lee is was over
as fast as it began
,
When Cyborg discovered
he buried Superman deep within
beneath Cyborg’s Hybrid halo
Tyranny restored again.
Order was restored again.
‘
Until Cyborg and Superman
go to battle again
Brain Freeze Nirvana
“Kill the Buddha” — Lin Chi
So my friend and I sitting in the bookstore cofee shop, he with his Sporting News and half twist Latte, and I with my “Intro to Bhuddist meditation” and Iced mocha frappachino. I was imersed in my new manual sipping away on my icy cofeee when,all the sudden with a blinding flash my mind went blank with a SEARING SENSATION from from temple to temple.
I let out a gasp and said “what the …” when my friend leaned towards and “your fine Dude, you just achieved ENLIGHTENMENT. Drink some more.”
True,My mind was STILL, replaced by the searing sensation, as I sipped more Ice cofee.
“Should Enlightenment HURT this much?” I yelped and my friend,” that just your mind resisting, do not deny your feelings, be in the being with you coffee. Drink some more.
Soon I lost all consciousness and I woke up on the bookstore cofee with a crowd around me. My friend stood up in the puzzled mob and said,
“Everything is OK. HE JUST ATTAINED BLISSFUL ENLIGHTENMENT”, then carried me out of the store to his car.
As we drove away I said,” thanks dude its TRUE… you can’t make the spiritual journey with out the help of others.”
My friend said,” that’s what friends are for, dude. By the way, I’ll need you to be my WINGMAN man Friday night at the bar.”
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(from cozmos Cafe 2007)
Nobody knows what they are doing
“Nobody really knows what they are doing” – Conan O`Brien
to James Lipton explaining the advice he gives to new interns on producing his show.
.
Nobody really knows…what they are doing
Stitch the winter Quilt
pastiche hide and thread
The summer fades intentions
Will carpet our hut’s hard ground.
‘
Nobody really knows what they are doing
the Beast of prey runs
from the hungry hunters steps
quicker step, quicker wit, better luck
decides who survives the night.
,
Everyone today says they know what they’re doing
congratulate ourselves
for the high rise cities we draft and build.
When the Earth shakes and levies break
We drowned in our cities
and suffocate under the weight…
… of beastly uncertainty.
Charles Darwin Birthday poem
If the intelligent designers
and DNA huggers
would bury the hatchet
and all become lovers
I would be so damn shocked
I would smother me in butter.
‘
All of the people
looking for God in the Book
It turn out he’s always
in the last place ya look.
He’s been hiding strands
of coded spaghetti…
And its all testament
of the “Selfish Gene”.
‘
A Quantum meta-physician
to me, he would always insist:
“God and Man created each other
else neither could exist”
then I mention Albert Einstein
and he just got really pissed.
‘
the fact is a man is
made of what he chooses to be.
What he chooses to believe
creates his reality.
if i tell him he wrong
I put his Truths in jeopardy.
‘
Besides citing Data
From Evolutionary Theory.
is much harder work, than,
my waxing metaphysically!
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Happy Birthday Chuck!
Happy Valentines Day!
Love, Dinner and Backgammon
I was debated by Sweetheart that,
“all Wars are made by Men“
“Its in the school yard over girls“
I correct her,”where all warring begins“
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“See we have been lead to believe that,
Kingdoms are conquered by kings”
Yet, the most powerful piece on a
chessboard, is in fact the Queen“
`
So I won the Debate, boldly
at the dinner conversation with my lady.
“Aah well, Checkmate“, she yielded to me,.
“wash up the dishes, take out the trash
…and I will be upstairs waiting.”
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Home for the Holidays
Mother Nature and her prodigal son
Sat down for holiday dinner,
When a surprising find
Came to both their minds:
That neither could recognize the other.
`
“My brightest son where have gone”,
Asked with motherly zeal.
“Nowhere but here!”
With a confident sneer,
Said the dinner guest devouring his meal.
`
The visitor stuffed his belly so full
Until nothing in the house was there to eat.
“You’re just like your Father.
I’m sorry I bothered.”
Said Mother, throwing son out into the street.
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Happy Thanksgiving!
The gifted Poet Redoux
*gifted poet was a blog of deliberately bad poetry for a contest.
I am pissed that the gifted poet didn’t win..S o I killed him.
A real Man-No Clownin
A Real men laughs at danger.
stares danger
in the eye
and horns
A real man is so self assured
that he can wear
lips stick and mascara
out doors
a white base
even after labor day.
A real man wears sensible shoes
Big floppy red ones
Good for runnin like hell
From half ton beast
and a big 120 gallon cowboy hat
to top it off
A real man is
A Rodeo Clown…
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The Paris Hilton poem
I’m in love with Paris Hilton,
May she bare me thirty children
Scooter Libby can go to hell,
There’s room for one in my hearts Jail.
Twinkle twinkle star so bright,
I hoist my idols in the night.
For in the morning they shall be
A pinyata dangling from a tree.
Escaping life through TV screens,
The celebrity life I dare to dream.
And my own life needs affirm.
I praise my hero’s “crash and burn”.
So let’s not talk of current events
Or how the day in Darfur went.
It really serves to cause me strife,
I’d rather dream the Simple Life.
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Prismatic Handkerchief
Like a new- born wearing
evolutionary designer genes
I sneeze with
eyes wide open
clear insight while exhaling!
taking in and letting out.
the world is my prismatic hankercheif
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When I Gave up on on Mathematics and Became a professional Philosopher.
A Christmas Story! (from 2007)
I was sitting one day with the my tax collector. He asked me why i didn’t pay my taxes, yet. I told him , I can’t pay the amount, because he couldn’t possibly tell me how much i owe. He then pulled out his calculator and produce his algorithm.
My friendly Auditor said “See this figure here? this is what you owe.”
I laughed, with a belly laugh, and said “your very interaction with your calculations taints the outcome”. “Your subject nature creates uncertainty in the outcome!” I corrected him citing, observers effect and quantum theory.
“i can’t possibly write you a check without knowing absolutely and truly what i owe!”
He looked at me, and smiled thoughtfully, “let me ask you another question..
How are you going to enjoy prison?”
It than occurred to me the objective Truths of the science and nature were not as meaningful as such subjective experiences as the say, be locked up in the pen.
So I chose to write my auditor his check.
Afterwards, we, quoted Camus and Heidegger, sat and talked about the absurdity of Life, Wept in each others arms ,about the agony and loneliness of the human condition. and drank French wine .
Than after my Tax collecting comrade passed out,
I stole a ten spot from his wallet.
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happy holidays to all my peeps out there,
Love and peace
the gifted poet
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*SANTA , he does not exist!!! the Bastard!!— J P Sartre (or something close to that)*.
I’m in love with the weatherman
“you don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows” – Bob Dylan
She forecasts a Snowstorm
And I’m in a Heat wave
She says clear and sunny
And I need an umbrella
…I’m in love with the weatherman
‘
She flirts with Todd
At the News Anchor desk
To make me jealous
As I spy through my TV
…I’m in love with the weatherman
‘
I sent her flowers
At the TV station
She calls me a Stalker
but I’m just a huge fan
… I’m in love with the weatherman.
,
Which way the wind blows
is in the opposite direction
of the way that she pointing
she just laughs and says
“oh, woman make the best weatherman”
…Oh I’m in love with the weatherman
Rhapsody in Blue… grass
Let me be the branch,
From which your tire swings.
Let me be the branch,
From where your robin sings.
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Above the grass so tall.
Beneath the moon so small
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Let me be the branch,
From which your tire swings.
Let me be the branch,
From where your robin sings.
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Above the grass so tall.
Beneath the moon so small
Let me be the sky,
From where your sunlight hangs.
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Come around the bend
Let a new friend in
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Let me be the song,
Your lips are humming.
Let me be the chord,
Your heart is strumming.
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Let me the bluegrass of your soul.
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(written originally on bet:
that i could write a country song in ten minutes)
The Gifted Poet is Still dead
The gifted poet was a blog of deliberately bad poetry for contest. The gifted poet is dead. I killed him.
WHO IS YOUR SUGAR DADA
A 
is a hoarse
of course of course…
unless it’s the postmodern
French Hobby- horse….
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…I really have no ideas to day
but feel i got something to say
Jibberish jabberish, jabbberwaky
Osho, Carol, Pokeman Karoke….
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….priest , a rabbi, Richard Dawkins
Walk in to a bar
as I play “killing me softly”
on my Piccaso air guitar….
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…Fast and Bulbous
The Mascara Snake….
…click this ad
for a cash rebate?…
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…love and porn
gin and whiskey
Eating 
Makes me mighty frisky…
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HORTON HEARS A HO
My psychiatrist asked me,
“Now just what is that?”
“You mean on my head doc?
Its just my tin foil hat”
“…My lover has been sending
secret messages to me’
It penetrates my brain
in waves of electricity”
.
my psychiatrist ask me
“Now just what does ’she’ say?”
“I owe her thirty dollars
and i better well pay.”
.
I met her one night
On a strange Internet site
We interact though a “web cam”
from the dawn into the night.
.
My psychiatrist than said,
“I’d sure like to help
Now Your Mind is confused
I’m concerned for your health!”
.
“Oh don’t worry bout me”
I said to my concerned doc
‘I’m practicing safe cyber-sex
I’m wearing a tinfoil jock.”
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THESAURUS REX
antidisestablishmentarianism,
irregardless of what you know,
is the proactive paradigm
that embiggens my soul…
my mind is Oikofugio
expialodotious….
Marry Poppins were thou now
you are sooo bodicious.
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The Gifted Poet is Dead (vol 1)
(the gifted poet was a blog of deliberately bad poetry for a contest — the gifted poet is now dead. I killed it)
some classicS:
Love Knows No Paper Walls
Sugar wont you please
let me come on over
please tear up that
restraining-order
no reasons should keep us two apart;
you’re best psycho-analyst
I had ever had
you really helped me
when my head hurt bad
I just want to thank you with heart;
I told the policeman
the other day
as he was towing my car away
when comes to my love
I just cant end what i start.
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Pills, Pills, Pills
Pills, Pills, Pills, Pills
My funny little friends,
you help me sleep
keep me from passing out
…..
and when those confusing feelings come
you will numb them all the way
…..
red pills ,blues pills, white pills
a colorful cirus of little pills
…..
I think that i would runaway and join the Circus
If i didn’t have a fear of clowns
but i digress…
…..
if this last for four hours, consult my doctor?
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The Price of Love
like a fine bottle of malt liqour
baby you filled my cup
i will remember you always
even after i sober up
money cant by happiness
money cant buy me love
but thirty dollars for u my girl
is as priceless as heaven above
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Love is the Force
Princess Leah walked her wookie,
high maintenance princess’ only kiss frogs
but prince-ly toads don’t get no nookie,
honey id rather be that shaggy Star Wars dog.
oh
You’re the X-wing fighter of my soul
Your death star shot me in the heart
Even in a galaxy, far, far away
in love we shall never part
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Lowered Expectations
one night ,while eating corn chips..
out of my lovers navel…
i thought of a story i heard.
when i was young and able…
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It was the story of Icarus..
Who fly so sky high,
right into the sun, where…
his wings became Kentucky fried…
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like the player on Maurie Povich
satisfied with “YOU ARE NOT the FATHER...:”
like Oil Tycoons attitude…
Towards the environment “why bother”
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Like the bar maiden at closing time..
who’s rejected me all night..
finally says, “well your as good…
as gets tonight”, with sigh.
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aiming low with your goals
you find you be easily satisfied
and your find your appendages
will seldom ever be Kentucky fried.
Agnostic Reminder Sticky note & writers block
Agnostic reminder Sticky Note Poem.
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Writers Block
Wish had something to write.
I’m thinking with all of my might.
When pen hits the paper,
Thoughts vanish like vapor
The black hole is eating all light.
…
I wish I had a cause for fight.
A riot or rag to incite…
Something must be to blame…
Someone for me to shame
For my self-discontentment tonight.
…
I wish I could see what is right.
I’m observing with all my insight.
Commenting on paper,
Is most certainly safer,
Then pursuing what living invites!
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Barks and Howls