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213 · May 2017
Untitled
Jim Davis May 2017
Fiery pismire lair
Harm of none, yet I poison
Still does Lord forgive
was out on the place
dropping ant bait poison on fire ant mounds and thought about Kato's Haiku and attempted my own.

“I **** an Ant”

Shuson Kato

I **** an ant

and realize my three children

have been watching.
212 · Aug 2019
Forgiveness
Jim Davis Aug 2019
...
...
I stand and look at you
...
A tree consumed by
Heated arguments
And many winters of a cold hate
Ash from burnt leaves of love
Falling, blows away with the breeze
Leaving a bare limbed skeleton
Blackened by the fire snd sun
Truly an ugly beast
which will
Not live
Until spring has arrived again

©  2019 Jim Davis
209 · Mar 2017
The Class of 75
Jim Davis Mar 2017
Lives lived,
Lives loved,
Lives scattered by the time winds.
83? 84? appeared again!
Over 500, counting spirits!

Kids, parents & grandparents.
We were those
and had those!
Now we have those
and are those!

Long looks, winks, and glances,
Some for the first time!
Shame on you old people!
Some repeated again,
from the first grade.

Stories told! Stories untold!
Lies and truths by perspective.
All intriguing, wish I knew all!
Could write a book!
An abundance of belly!
And belly laughs!

Remember when?  
Barely!  
Was I there?  
Yes, without a doubt.
We all were there!

Some loves long lost
Some long loves not lost
But brought along.
For some, it is,
Thank Goodness both ways!

Paths taken,
to the present.
Some purposefully.
Most not!
All in the rearview now.

Popular?  Did it really matter?
Smart?  Maybe not so much!
Athletic?  Ouch!  It hurts now!
Pretty boy? Pretty girl?  That's gone!
Loved?  Yes, that's important!

Some lost their flip.
Others brought their flop,
and showed it.  
Dragged Main, but now the mainframe!
LOL!  Wait!  What's LOL?
Ya know, ****, LMMFAO, ROTFLMAO!

Cruising that four lane thoroughfare,
Around and around,
Der Weinerschnitzel to Sante Fe.
Doing it every time we return.
Feels the same, if you do the dips slow!    

I had a baby!  Might be my baby!
Nixon bombs babies!  
Draft done.  Some of us captured anyway.
Crazy world then, and to come!
God bless the babies!

A night or two together.
A picnic lunch in history,
We were some of that history.
Not about me,
But about we.

Those gone?
39?  Too many?
We are too!
Gone! Just the same!
Too soon!

Capture it! With a photo?
Hold it!
Treasure it!
Until we meet again!
Don't step in it!

© 2015 Jim Davis
First attempt at a poem.  Written after my 40th high school reunion in Clovis, NM.  A lot of memories and a lot of friends.  While still emotionally charged I wrote this on the way back home.  (But not while driving of course.).
208 · Dec 2019
Life (5w)
Jim Davis Dec 2019
Life’s good... till it ain’t!
Well... cheated a little, (“life’s” is actually 2 words - (life is), but pretty much one word if said fast... right?... thus a (5w) poem!
But don’t we all try to cheat on life a bit... by trying to cheat on death.  Good thing we’ve all got something to look forward to!
207 · May 2022
I’m gonna
Jim Davis May 2022
I’m gonna
Get me a Blue house
on BACKBACK Street
Hopkins Village
Belize
If it ain’t Blue
when I get it
I’mma gonna
turn it Blue
It’s called
ColorMatching
Me… and my house…

“I got the Blues”
Rolling Stones (see lyrics)

©  2022 Jim Davis
207 · Jan 2018
Mana
Jim Davis Jan 2018
We walked to ahu
Set in stone
To stare at mo‘ai
Who also walked
To where they stood
Face to face
Now or past
Eyes uplifted to blue
White skies drifting slow
Moi and us both still
Seeing the fallen
Knowing we too
Will fall
Face down
In volcanic dust
To other worlds
Mana gone


©  2017 Jim Davis
https://imaginaisladepascua.com/en/easter-islands/rapa-nui-culture/rapa-nui-religion-and-beliefs/

The Easter Island inhabitants’ life, as well as in Polynesian cultures, was organized around their Rapa Nui religion and spiritual beliefs. These beliefs and their evolution significantly affected the course of history.

The religious rituals started from birth, when the umbilical cord was cut, and extended through their whole lives, including rituals for the first haircut, the first tattoos, initiation and coming of age rituals.

But perhaps the most important rituals, that most affected Rapa Nui art and history, were the ones associated with death. The Rapa Nui believed that their forefathers’ spirits had the ability to come to their aid in case it was necessary, since the spirit remained around his relatives for a long time before leaving for good. This spiritual energy or mana, attributed mostly to chiefs and important members of society, had the ability to influencer events for a long time.

This cult to the ancestors led to the development of a funeral ritual which consisted in wrapping the bodies in vegetable fabric and expose them to open air inside the ahu until their decomposition. Finally, the bones were washed and deposited in a funeral chamber in the same ahu, so that the spirit could reunite with its ancestors.

But above all else, the ancestor cult gave way to the most representative Easter Island characteristic, the moai. When a tribe chief or any of the important members dies, a moai was ordered to be sculpted in the Rano Raraku quarry and was later transported to its village and placed on an ahu or ceremonious altar. Once placed on its altar, the eyes and pukao were placed (a type of hat carved from red scoria), at which moment the moai obtained their mana and could exercise their power. There were more than 300 ahus on the whole island and more than 600 moai, mainly in the coastal regions and always facing their village, which it protected.

But the crisis and conflicts within the population, due to the scarcity of food, which happened between the 17th and 18th centuries, caused a decline in the moais and ancestor cult era, giving way to a new religious and political order.
200 · Oct 2020
2020 Halloween Fright (5w)
Jim Davis Oct 2020
Love... hanging on a thread...

©  2020 Jim Davis
Will it break?
197 · Aug 2019
Mind (10w)
Jim Davis Aug 2019
He...
a man of letters...
confused his p’s and q’s!

©  2019 Jim Davis
Wikipedia:  Mind your Ps and Qs is an English language expression meaning "mind your manners", "mind your language", "be on your best behaviour", "watch what you're doing" or similar.

In the late 19th century, when literacy was relatively common in European countries such as the United Kingdom, the "Man of Letters" (littérateur)[17] denotation broadened to mean "specialized", a man who earned his living writing intellectually (not creatively) about literature: the essayist, the journalist, the critic, et al. In the 20th century, such an approach was gradually superseded by the academic method, and the term "Man of Letters" became disused, replaced by the generic term "intellectual", describing the intellectual person. In late 19th century, the term intellectual became common usage to denote the defenders of the falsely accused artillery officer Alfred Dreyfus.[18]
195 · Jul 12
Untitled
Jim Davis Jul 12
Cloudy summer day
Mind holding life's mirror
Quiet reflection

©  2024 Jim Davis
A summer day in San Antonio, Texas with my love
193 · May 2017
The Answer (5w)
Jim Davis May 2017
God has the final answer

©  2017 Jim Davis
Some may remember the game show - and this has likely been said before - but maybe not here on HP!
190 · Dec 2019
Kiss
Jim Davis Dec 2019
Holding... heart to heart
Me... heaven... on earth again
Lips...touching... my lips

©  2017 Jim Davis
188 · Oct 2020
2020 Dreaming
Jim Davis Oct 2020
I reach to touch you
In and out of my dreaming
Hoping my dream lives

©  2020 Jim Davis
2020... Wow!
167 · Jun 22
Destruction
Jim Davis Jun 22
name this worst cruelty
is it that
which comes from love
is it that
which doesn't end
is it that
which engulfs me
is it that
which pulls one over
is it that
edge of the abyss
is it that
first second of eternity

©  2024 Jim Davis
A bit dark... ya I know... but I'll be OK... hope also  you ... will be OK
142 · Oct 2018
Untitled
Jim Davis Oct 2018
Drifting on a cloud
With my angel in my arms
Send me to heaven

©  2017 Jim Davis
78 · Jul 13
Land of Oz
Jim Davis Jul 13
The twister has come
Taken you out of Kansas
That was your destiny
With "what" yet to come

You have landed ground
In the Land of Oz
Toto was in your arms
Imaginary, I know, in sounds

Find the Yellow Brick Road
It's path is your path
At the end is the Wizard
Who will tell your answer

Don your ruby slippers
Hope they fit well
You'll have them forever
Until the Gates of Hell?

You will have companions
To protect and help you
Don't look backwards
Flying monkeys follow

No one gets to see the Wizard
A curtain hides his frown
Time to get to moving
Know the Wicked Witch will die

©  2024 Jim Davis

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