Tagged: ck williams

Poem: Abdication

Brother man can’t be chained put in a cage vomiting rage. Brother man is free. Try to put the wind behind bars try to chain the sea. Deflection misdirection missed connections. But still they flow immune from prison. When stopped they go. You could call it Zen. The ineffable indescribable unpoemable Soul is free.  ...

Poem: Respect Your Elders

Stubbornness wants to be a virtue, aspiring to be thought of as a mark of good character, nearly related (as if by marriage) to the better qualities Determination and Stick-to-itiveness. Stubbornness, however, is not Determination nor even Stick-to-itiveness. Stubbornness is an affront to Nature, an insult to Evolution, an honest admission of stupidity. I do...

Poem: Thank You to the Birds

Perched on a wire, a feathered ornament prettifying the blight of power lines graphing the sky with staves and you’re the notes. La-la-la…and a little higher Laah! Yah, hah, how you make me la-la-la, How you make me laugh With something like childlike, childish, altogether foolish Joy joy. Oh, joy. That kind. Thank you, I’ll...

Poem: Yoga Lesson

What is arrogant contrary to your view would be to presume that the threshold of excellence you’ve artificially set  — what does and doesn’t qualify for literature art excellent worthiness – earned along the way the organic certification, the one we all hope we’re worth. In fact, my dear, my darling, my [insert pet name...

Poem: Poet Philosopher

Let this be my manifesto to be tacked upon cathedrals and posted on digital walls where everyone in the world goes to look at what isn’t happening to them. It has thusly been decreed that He is I and I is He – another way to say that I is We, and He and You...

Poem: Scandal

IN MEMORY OF EUGENE KONIK, born February 27, 1936. R.I.P.   And although I don’t share your candid misanthropy I understand and I am sorry. Father who left us all too soon I understand and I am sorry. Our species, the one you claimed to despise, having peered inside yourself and all around the carousel, having...

Poem: Ochocinco

A contrite Chad Johnson apologized for showing disrespect to a judge, a white lady in Florida. The former NFL star best known for a peculiar and unknowable fetish with his own number had slapped his attorney on the ass in court, just as he had slapped countless male asses before in end zones and sideline...

The Ballad of the Barclay Boys

Oh, what a glorious life my uncles have had! Born to the manor these two fine brothers, Whose servants sheltered them from feeling sad, Or foolishly acting too kindly to others.   Natural twins from the start, they twinned all through life, The Harvard® and clerkships and China Bank™. Jason got married; George needed a...

Poem: Much Ado

Should the gratuity be fifteen or twenty per cent? And does the fixation on such matters say something Deeply troubling About the man who would care to cogitate The difference in dollars, paper money, symbolic trinkets — when, in a hospital and upon A battlefield, and in a classroom filled with yearning minds, and somewhere...

Poem: The Activist

Reserved for the privileged. Frustrated. Grass roots effort. Personal journey. Workshop. Access to resources. Conscious eating. Nurturing your nature. Community-based. Dialogue. Facilitating. I’m passionate about… This society. Holistic. Our own truth. Left behind. (You know, you know.) Access to information. Access. Healthy joyful life that radiates. Support our local Farmers. Businesses. Reframing. Impact. Wellness. Low...