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12h · 31
Poet's Knot
Tied into taut lines of poetry
bridging the chasms of thought
these entangled ideas in words
sometimes spliced or braided
weave suspension into a prosaic world
stretching it with loops and rosettes
then tighten and measure, rhyme/rhythm
in action crossing the great divides
testing strength of imagination's thread

-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo: Prompt- Write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist – or, if you think of yourself as more of a musician or painter (or school bus driver or scuba diver or expert on medieval Maltese banking) – explain why you are that and not something else.
13h · 39
APRIL 5, 2025
Stand and deliver
your voice and courage

FREEDOM & JUSTICE
FOR ALL!

-cec
„Solidarność”
Seattle Center 12:00 p.m.
13h · 43
NASCARED
They skin the highway with hot wheel cars
plastic tracks that serve as ejector ramps
certain crash and burn, roll and spins
faster elevated circles of blinding speed
all for speedster Johnny's burial service theme

-cec
2d · 29
Digging Stick
Let's begin our song with its music coda
Nahua elders, of an agricultural peoples of ancient America
weaving their way into history's braided tail
with a relevant document of late fifteen hundreds
communed with a Spanish Franciscan friar, Bernardino de Sahagún
suspending time and space onto European paper
writing, a general history, of the things of New Spain
the Florentine Codex (1575-77), during the Great Pestilence of 1576

Meeting to collect the remains of the day in Colegio Imperial
on the Aztec bones of a city now called Mexico
it was ends of eras, community, culture, ghosts
a Rosetta stone of Spanish steel and Nahua blood columns
laid out so even Pliny the Elder would be proud
thirty plus years to account, thousands dead
now resting at Biblioteca Medicea Laurenziana in Florence, Italy
this profane tomb still wet from the voyage of conquest ...


Nahua, you plant your staple crops, still
beans, maize, squash, tomatoes; still
the maguey plant calls to your weavers, still
remembering your hands and hearts, still
crushing life may come and go
but the elders foregoing forgetting
released their spirits to print your song


-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo: Prompt- As with pretty much any discipline, music and art have their own vocabulary. Today, we challenge you to take inspiration from this glossary of musical terms, or this glossary of art terminology, and write a poem that uses a new-to-you word. For (imaginary) extra credit, work in a phrase from, or a reference to, the Florentine Codex.

I found it most important to give some history here ...
Your compound eyes
see compound dyes
that color your allies
and predator's lies
from puffy pupil stage
to hairy back and legs
a contortionist none-the-less
as you clean up all the mess
that comes from dining habits
like rolling in your fly haggis
of all such rotting things
as your wake up for the spring
now you hang there upside down
though we don't like you around
your incessant buzzing sounds
let's us know that you're in town
so take your blue-tail ****
out the window 'fore it shuts
or the swatter's day will rule
o'er a pesky insect fool

-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo: Prompt-"Maybe one of the most common subjects in art is a portrait – a painting of one, singular person. Portrait poems are also very common."
4d · 48
Cruelest Month
In sunshine
it rains on occasion
cloudburst's choice
           invasion
catching some with muddy shoes
and others
singing joyful celluloid songs

another cold mud month
does not discriminate
sporadically choosing victims
                 once
to the many fallen
channeled
red rivulet's ruin

April,
where are your poppies,
moments of silence?
tears, showers copy,
if dammed would over flood
howling grief's tsunami
pain pressing each drop
to say they did not end it
            sooner

-cec
Na/GloPoWriMo - Kickoff, not a prompt ...
6d · 117
Engage
Picard's grave command
warp speed, hard upon the stars —
entangled sojourn

-cec
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Mar 26 · 60
fortitude
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spring thunder storm brews

snug winged bug on new bud waits

calm, tea poured slowly

-cec
Mar 24 · 176
A love Song
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Sing joy to me of May and rose
along the tree lines shade and grove
let stride and time slow with noon sun
while hold of hands become as one
know heart and mind are with you dear
and fear us not of stone marks near
for love will steer our hearts with cheer
until the stars sleep sound wu wei

-cec
Mar 21 · 351
Desperate Eyes
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Three monkeys, wearing stylish t-shirts of death and destruction:
one its eyes, one its ears and one with mouth covered, sit outside.
In the dust and debris of Gaza, monkey bones seem like children's,
where are their mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, grand parents?
Why do the apartment concrete slabs slant and tilt so?
A pipe gurgles water seeking pressure to climb out and up
into the high-rises of civilization, to no avail;  stray dogs drink warily.
Distant thunder pounds the ground, like giant hammers all day long,
not construction; deconstruction, demolition, immolation, death.
Humanity flees with nowhere to go on this planet of shame
as the conquering heroes raise small skull cups to cheer a victory.

-cec
Lest we forget or turn the blind eye ...
Mar 20 · 63
Mourned
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this next month you will be dead
again, one year so far, far away
though still within this sanguine heart
you stay your love as always

your colored pencils drew an arrow
pierced a hole, one deepest yet
a life of colors formed its white tip
searing memories within love's depth

recalled in fields where wild-roses sway
there catch past scent of once bouquet
manic tears reside within these marrows
in dear reveal on deathless cheeks of sorrow

-cec
More mold only on gravestone's nine years.
Mar 17 · 533
Circle of Life
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scarab beetles fly
spirals: plop, drop, round dance, lay
dung-***** bear new life

-cec
Mar 17 · 136
Showers
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spring beetles sensed rain
painted cactus flowers bloom
deserts sometimes flood

-cec
Mar 15 · 101
Boat Row
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row together row
as you all row together
sing row along song

-cec
Mar 14 · 232
Alphabet Thieves
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rapacious seconds
guillotined clip-thoughts stolen
filthy lucre reigns

-cec
revised
Mar 12 · 78
Wooden Bowl
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In this fibrous cavity gouged
chatters chisel's carboned tooth
gnawing carrion bole's endless slumber
once a living tree with dreams
now a gibbous hollow halo
green relents to oil's blush
while basking barren in this sun
what reveries may come by viand's lay
and slake betrayal of its forest nature

-cec
Mar 9 · 102
Cherry Blossom
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how to call color
pink sounds its look in all light
spring's ambrosia

-cec
Mar 9 · 85
Hello Poet
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Watch your head through low beam's threshold
take a shovel as you enter, leave all tether behind
now put your back and foot into each uttered word
and dig, dig deep language of unadorned emotions
load that cart with precious mettle and loose ****
sorted and blameless from ****** stone sentiment
heaped near the furnace and crucible of song

-cec
Mar 9 · 366
Sin.u.o.us
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Beauty sits next to her ugly cat, to look more pleasant, but the cat knows otherwise.  -cec
; )
Mar 9 · 84
All There
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Sane old moon, sound
rolling in the sky 'round
day or night, turns days
for all to see from before
there were eyes to wonder

Same old moon, lucid
flirting with the clouds
or crisp, a winter's golden apple
even in shadow, red & sobering
raising hair to change and howl

Plain old moon, deathless consort —

-cec
Mar 7 · 93
Reflections I
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The migratory gathering of northern aquatic birds have vanished,
only local ducks, geese and other fauna hidden in reeds, remain.
A sun, so bright, has taken to the skies; buds have swollen.
Again, looking out over this lake of talking waters, its symbolic gibbering
of what winds have brought to shore in subtle story breezes.
Near the shallows Barrow's Goldeneye dive to bottom salads,
Harry Houdini's escaped magic ducks; now you see them, now you don't.
What seem empty branches yield flowers and small feathered streaks
red-lining a sound frequency of bird chat, twitter or colloquial colloquy.
One more afternoon walk with easy stride and free association's couch.

-cec
Mar 5 · 92
Jean Gebser
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Jean Gebser,  Winter Poem 1944:

“Das Wintergedicht”

"Who speaks of the future?
Who counts
in saying:
“It shall be”?
Look outward
and you see within:
It is. ..."

"Within,
beyond the fountains, rivers, and stars
the poet’s task
to face the entire contents [of word, language]
emerges,
and accordingly
it is an honest, soundless state of no-longer-speaking."
...
Resource material
Mar 2 · 121
Four Turtles
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solar soaking rind
clinging to lake, stretch-neck, branch
spring's skin-deep surface

-cec
Feb 28 · 112
Diva
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"Sposa ..." by Vivaldi sung by Bartoli,
Plays ...

wives disrespected, ignored, forgotten
she, resounded, off tract, forlorn
found, you, a treasure in Neptune's ocean
faithful to your heart and female notions
then we braced in loving arms
pressing full these bodies charms
when highest notes did meet in kiss
this world, fell away, as though in mist
and all there was were these two souls
immersed in classic rapture ritual
as time spun down this tape of bliss
your mortal coils did drift amiss
though in this heart you always play
this dream's music throughout dog's day

-cec
Feb 28 · 423
Street Value
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German Industrial Music spurns —
pounding out its well oiled skirmishes
precision geared for optimal churn
dystopically torn and ragged dervishes
chemically masked in shrouded breathing
turn tables on society's expectant cadres
scrawling doodles on the walls of empire;
wired electrical schematics of stronger emotions
with exploded views of heart's spirited pistons

-cec
Feb 27 · 98
White Willow
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Sun-yellow pointing branches
soaking in a sky steel lake
straight and smooth sway
wind in the willows prancing

geese fly low on waters, dip wing
let loose lively horn honks
aiming for the other shore
to gather gaggle from the skein

old and new coots paddle near
not too close to ease their fear
they dive and disappear away
to bob like corks from bottom's buffet

this blind is blind to feathered eyes
a chance to glimpse from this disguise
the leaps and games of fauna's bath
and real a frame through nature's lath

-cec
Feb 26 · 165
Way
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Way
ducks with muddy feet
waddle slow, stuck, shuffle legs
spring rain, earth resins

-cec
Feb 26 · 190
Mind Goop
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voice like tinnitus
prompting more revealing thoughts
what's past is present

-cec
Psychologist Carl Jung's "Shadow Self"
Feb 26 · 255
Atmospheric Express
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Last night it stormed, wind and the rain
turbulent was nature, unruly, mutinous
city sirens lurked, night sleepless as bedlam broke
nameless sounds outside the windows spoke
shadowy clouds raced around each other's skirts
buckets rattled, hedges hissed, one dog barked
restless atmospheric fingers plucked flotsam and jetsam
while the birds hunker in their bunkers made of leaves

-cec
Feb 20 · 125
Passport to Joy
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Music, sweet music plays its instruments
filling these caverns of glass and steel
a giant bowl of melody's bubbles sloshing
until the swing of rhythm walks and reels
each bypassing person made whole
with bass, fiddle, guitar and peak mandolin

Music, sweet music dreaming a tune
bringing together musicians, ants to sugar
each grain full of heart's energy, swoons
interludes exhale to breath resurgent
whining, tunning up, plucking old timey
song and prance to cort generous chiming

Sweet music's music, strolls through, lofted
making way's sway to new combinations
singles and couplets, thrum out, turn softest
slow then at pace, not race, in syncopation
no humdrum here but humming and druming
you're invited, incited to join in this strumming

-cec
* * * * *
Feb 19 · 194
Visions
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heart speak made perfect
crystal poems, light infused
star tossed summer's eve

-cec
Feb 18 · 201
Idel Winds
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between winter spring
anticipations torpor
stillness then movement

-cec
Feb 15 · 171
Floating Life
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over the falls a branch
tumbles, disappears, appears
spring's runoff lush dream

-cec
Feb 15 · 293
Aether's tears
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heart throbs love's measure
this vacuous cosmos weeps
April took you afar

-cec
Feb 13 · 188
Moon Polish
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white silver polish
generously eon rubbed
snow moon's shinning face

-cec
Thanks vb
Feb 13 · 148
Green Eggs and Spam
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Just heard about cookies with spam!
a full plate was offered with canned ham
baked for a birthday boy of eighty three
Who-said he felt much younger and with glee
They sat 'round a table eating these delicacies
each lauding the bake-tress with laughter, at ease
now give up that recipe and open that can
for it doesn't seem delicious to be just a fan

-cec
Feb 12 · 61
Dandelion
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like weeds, word seed grow
ideas parachute with breath
ants carry them home

-cec
Feb 12 · 213
Crowbar of Love
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As a rusty nail is pulled from this old board
to recycle wood once more,
you have given me another pallet

-cec
All characters in this scenario are fictitious and names changed to protect the innocent
Feb 9 · 255
Shih
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imagination
mixed inside magma chambers
hearts vulcanism

-cec
Shih - from the heart, expressed in language
Feb 8 · 143
Loess
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The wind of years have left their deposits
shaping these bristly surface features —
in tall evergreens, mountain paths lead on
climbing to the evening stars by moon light
Zen masters intone into the depths stillness
a pool invisible to the tumbled pebbles below
there to quiet the serpent's restless hiss

Our guide, upon the surface drops, a wave
whose motion spreads from placid center
its formless hands compel the earth to spin
like myriad worlds amongst celestial planes
shaping these seeming solid silhouettes
props to lean and fall upon in stumbling train
though mortal coil unwinds, emptyness florets

-cec
Feb 7 · 137
Silent Running
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indoor plants lament
sunlight wishing them outdoors
basin water pools

-cec
Feb 7 · 210
Be Mine
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Valentines of cut paper and watercolor dyes
exchange hands, hearts and their twinkling eyes
red flowers hanging  on wooden rails
green carpets of grasses lay furrowed in fields
a sun in corner of card with a smile
its beams dancing lightly, quantum in style
sweet candy with brief love proclamations
a legion of animals like flirting crustaceans
all for the aim of an arrow from Cupid
although some would say, 'be less stupid'
grab that brass ring, now tendered as sweetheart
and give that 'one kiss' that sets both your cartes

-cec
Feb 6 · 144
Dawn
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eyes peek days first light
so too ears to sounds quick bites
morning snow flakes fall

-cec
Feb 6 · 152
vinnana
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boiling whale oil words
rendering reason's fat views
follow emptyness

-cec
vinnana - consciousness
Feb 4 · 258
Ding
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love comes to us all
this thought loses no water
spring's unbroken urn

-cec
Ding - Ritual/practical vessels, Shang and Zhou dynasties
Jan 31 · 198
"Tehedorad de swenjo"
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women who weave dreams —

Her fabric unwoven, warp an' weft
from our star-crossed tapestry
unraveled these nine years
life's loom still and silent at night
soon the moon will dream new,
with silver threads of light

-cec
Jan 28 · 231
Somnombulant
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elastic moments are found in dreams
stretched across the earth and skies
unwinding their main spring stories
in whirlpool colors and Faustian sounds
playing the sleeper; hook, line and sinker
across that surface tension between tic\toc
in waking, breaking  line, loose the catch
winding up forgetful shattered ornaments
as day delivers pasteurized light displays
and presumes the world is out of bed

-cec
In resonance with Larry Berger's "Optimism in Dreamland"
Jan 26 · 104
Still In Montana
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bigger outback cars with *** tires roam
swinging down the roads burning ethanol
not knowing how much further to going

that distant red-orange sky gets even so
as though the dark blue gradient were empty
of stars, but night proves otherwise eternity

sleepless at the wheel curving with the way
trying to spend more miles into break of day
believing in the next bend to bring us home

-cec
Jan 21 · 271
lacuna
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laid your head upon my shoulder
let me feel your warmth and breath
and when the cold intrudes this moment
may that embrace remember best

-cec
Jan 20 · 363
El Presidental
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Oh, that look on a dog's face,
before it takes a crap!

-cec
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