Beats me how silly
people can be

I ordered online
part 669
but they sent me 699

I sent it back -
and would you believe it? -
6 times again and again
those nuts
sent me part 699
instead of part 669 that I asked for

Beats me how silly
people can be
for when I sent it back the seventh time
they sent me 699 again, with a note:
“Turn box other way round”

Now, why didn’t they tell me that
the first time round?
Beats me how silly
people can be

they stopped at the stream;
one sat down
and one stood close by
and they both cried,
the little children


‘Why do you cry,
little ones?’
asked the rabbit

‘Why do you cry,
pretty angels?’
asked the birds

‘Why do you cry,
dearest loves?’
asked the stream


‘A world is lost,
oh birds in the trees,’
said the little boy.
‘I saw beauty taken away.’


‘A time is gone,
oh rabbit and stream,’
said the little girl
‘We saw beings wiped away.’

in the absence
of your rays
dear Sun
the fearful
created God

you are now in one half
of the world floating about;
the other half of the apple asunder
is where I am

just the other day
N Korea blew their arsenal
and America on the other side said:
Anything you can do, I can do better
and they all regaled us all with fireworks

And Russia said: Don't mess with me
I got arsenals and patriotism
and it's not Afghan tribes we're fighting this time

and then the terrorist nations said:
Have we got a surprise for you -
we're nuclear family too
and so humanity was treated
to New Year's celebrations out of season
and earth broke in two

(and God said:
Thank you for the Holy Wars,
and all in my name too;
nothing's gone in vain -
I'll see you in Heaven
with fair maidens
and virgins for you to *****)

and so it is we are floating in two halves
and sometimes,  just sometimes
our two earths will glide past each other
and we might see each other -
and we could, if you are so disposed,
wave at each other (with missiles in hand)

the day has carried one
and also the tight
accumulation of nights
and years gone by
have rolled one to this end;
and one faces one’s night
happy, or exhausted, or disillusioned;
as one’s mind-waves in time have
swept one across the ocean of being…
may each find rest
in seeing one’s own strength and calm

Oh God!
Not another
poem on God!

by you
dear Sun
is life;
and through you too is death

cold moon
I am sad;
was it you,
distant moon,
who made me so
tonight?

Little Sally stood on a chair
and watched mom
wash the dishes
“Mom,” said little Sally
“Why do you have white hair?”

“Oh,” replied Mom, unthinking
“Every time you cause me trouble
a hair turns white”

And Sally replied, unthinking:
*“You must have caused grandma
a lot of trouble
All her hair is white”

M for moon
M for Man
M for Money;
and at last Man has seen the moonlight
and now they know
Man can make Money out of the Moon

you are there moon;
I thought you were not
and I went to sleep
and I sighed: "She will not come, not tonight;
she has some other lover";
and I went to sleep
and then much later now I wake up
and you've come, out there
and your light full within my room
and your fingers on every cell of my being

dhyana went to China
from China
Ch'an
went to Japan
and Japan gave the world Zen

My robot died yesterday
May 14, 2035
A little tap and a squeeze
on my shoulder
and it gasped:
"Goodbye, master -
I'll see you in Heaven"
And then a few clicks
and a few kicks
and it lay down still and silent

And at its funeral
I intoned all 3 final words
with the deepest love and gratitude:
*"Rust in  Peace"

today I see you
in the couch and at the table
it’s a picture there in the mind
even when I’m away;
the picture of ease and comfort
sweetheart
the moment of peace and quiet
and radiant energy
that is you
that brings in one’s heart all delight and stillness
and that washes the dirt and dust of the world
that settles on one;
this is the image that resides, that abides
sweetheart
by sight and memory
embracing all of one’s consciousness
in the benign light of your being

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but when we are not there
in the space circumstances bring us together
and we are away,
separate as we came to this earth,
you are but spirit to me, it appears;
though the body and the image
and your mannerisms are there in my mind
and if I clutch the pillow and repeat your name
and you, imagined phantom lying in my bed,
croon back and tease;
even then you are but a ghost of love
a possibility, an imagination
a flicker of a light in a mind of heat and red fire;
and O, did you know? -
night and space and distance mock me so;
and though the day brings us together
and we may share time and space
and there you are physical in all your various avatars
in all the colors and fabrics that our world gives us
still, still, you are,
O dearest love,
you are but a phantom that plays tricks in my mind;
you are innocent and pure; my mind drags me into the pits

may each find the peace within
and may each see the stillness
as love embraces one;
let the peace fill all hearts;
let the quiet embrace
nurture the life within
the mind and one’s being

and may one’s love flow
with no preference
and embrace all;
and may that love bring calm
and clarity
so that
all beings delight in their life,
all life radiant in joy

And
before I forget
there's one more thing
Last night And dropped in
like out of the blue
Maybe from the night sky
or just like an unannounced visitor
And walked in, let itself in
And jumped onto my lap
And it said,
though first it looked at my face like some lover,
And said:
And?
And, I said, there are things to be done…
And? said And…
And I'll have to make a list first;
And then prioritise…
And?
And then start…
And?
And then finish…
And was quiet a while
And then And said: And?
And then there'll always be
more things to be done, I said
Always an And…
And?
And, I said, then I'll have make a list again
And prioritise
And then start And then finish…
And it never ends…and it continues…
And And gave me a smile, smug and so satisfied…

And so it goes…this And…though you think And is gone
And just then, when you least expect it,
And is back…And so it goes…this And…

The End…
Oh, no not really The End…it's The And…

if you should fall
any stage in your life
in your struggles
even in your leisure -
anytime, for you
I shall be there

even if you should fall
high on from the ladder
or in desperate moments
or even just from a chair
know that I shall be there
anytime, for you
always I shall be there

Oh, by the way
I'm not your mom -
*I'm just the plain hard floor

there are flowers and birds
and the observer
the one who passes by and stops to see
to observe
the flowers and the birds
and in that seeing
there is just the moment
that observation
just the seeing
one moment in stillness
of flowers, birds and observer
though all the while there is life and change

just as people sitting
in your spell
soon tire of your charm
so I'm tired of writing lines
to you
as you are bored
being the subject;
but well, wait till
I fall in love again

you come too late;
I'm quite dead

ghosts believe people exist
like people believe God exists
like God believes people exist
like people believe ghosts exist
like ghosts believe people exist