#marshall
For Marshall Gebbie
*in June, with sun dispatched to somewhere else,
a steaming mug, adds to the clouds of gloom but,
dissipates the summer chill, that seems colder than its
winter chill counterpart, since it is contraindicated,
here, where, it’s summer and everybody’s inside, hiding,
for all the irrational reasons, the news, reports so earnestly
you send me a poem of incautious beauty, of a moment re-warmed,
desire, recalled, rekindling a past so well remembered that it edges
me off that chill, and I wonder how timing is in always everything,
the rear view mirror concept somehow a predictive tool,
cause we never saw it all, but just right, plenty enough, and
when old men muse, the risk of self- ruse is always lurking about
remembering how it was, how we wanted it to be, how we’re
sure that we too were there, or at least near, almost certainly,
was it a thousand poems ago, or B.P, (before poetry), when
actions were louder, preferable to words, life, charging neurons,
by the billions, so we have those storages, celled memories,
so that the poems of then, come back so easily, framed in our memory,*
in the glorious, stunning heated colorings of pleasure
June 5,
2:35pm
Shelter Island
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
I took the seat across and breathe deeply
Trying to ignite the will to last the night to make it easy
Folios with galloping notes reflected my eyes
Ascribing them as you started rippling nice
Taking your place behind those keys
while I guard the front as it seems
You fiddled the catguts, and I learned their secrets
And as you edify, I got lost in the sequence
You exuded the decree to keep my valiance
I lodged around the shadows keeping my silence
Risking the chance that was left of me
As I chant the cadence with complexity
I ogled before you with such esteem
As my mind creeps alone towards glaucous dream
Wishing that in every thing written in the sky,
You will always be my Marshall and I am your Spy
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
“On the trembling of time {comes}words of wonder”
Marshal Gebbie
*heart races,
not a nice tick tocking
but a rumbling tumbling thrombombing,
making heartfelt thanks seem tepid,
as trite, from repetition, even if genuine*
*the conceptual, that words of gratitude mine,
can make time to tremble,
makes me to
wonder why am I
shaking shivering
for no obvious reason…*
wait, another gratitude poem,
please god no,
just know,
*that the waters I draw upon,
are contained in your wells,
so let me congratulate you,
your are the concept creator,
the strategist, scientist,
the architect of grandeur schema,
serving up delicacies in single words.
weaving ideas in abbreviated phrase,
authoring formulas for explication,
propping theorems and notional potentials*
me,
at best a working stiff technician,
or lower still,
the draughtsman,
with chewed on pencil,
eraser reduced to a nubble stubble,
*charged with implementing,
your charges and discharges
into an informed format,
so once more,
for the road,
my thanks
is freely given
to those who set up challenges
daring me to tremble with time,
when I awake to read your messages,
looking for your gold
in those treasure chests
to mallet and scalpel into
a poetic work*
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~third night of Chanukah
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
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”What worth, dear man, are thee to me?
Of Brotherhoods eternity,
Esteemed, thy worth, from whence thee came?
In consequence, by any other name.
Whence laughter creased and cracked thy face
Wouldst sadness flee to lesser place?
And wouldst thou rather, not have been?
A thought we all would curse....obscene!
Of what thy vaulting valued prose?
In essence, beyond scented rose.
Perchance, dear friend, that thee should die?
Hot tears would rain from blood red sky”
**MARSHALL GEBBIE
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the reconciliatory process, never ending,
one seeks to estimate his worth on this earth,
harmonizing his consciousness with an undated
human elegy, appraising his qualifications on a
malleable but fixed scale;
fixed are the qualities:
kindness, kindness, then courage to be more kind!
honesty, honesty, the honesty of rigorous estimation,
the excess of giving love always more, eradicate selfishness
malleable is the scale!
an instrument that measures more, always more,
the little lines on our ruler, meter stick, are but a
ladder to a ceiling ever visible but luckily unattainable
the highest grade attainable is glorious failure that
says, back to the drawing board, redrawing thy image,
the singular constant, a grail with no final location,
an equation that is a starry palate of moving loci:
we are each an each
formed by all the points satisfying a particular equation
of the relation between human coordinates, or by a point, line,
or surface moving according to the defined conditions of what is
truly human, hands touching, skin to skin
here is the wondrous rub, the most excellent complication!
the human equation by its very conceptual essence can be solved
by numbers of two or greater value, one, is non-viable, worthless,
a zero equivalent, no solution to all you seek to understand
in this then, we summarize:
you can be a successful human, if and only if, you comprehend that
we exist only, we are defined ourself by the plurality of friendships,
thy own worth, is not yours alone, existing only in the grasp of others, and thus we answer the riddling question:**
*** What worth, dear man, are thee to me?***
5:15 PM Mon Oct 12
2020
Location coordinates are:
Latitude: 41.048513558171045
Longitude: -72.36516056990725
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC