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wordvango Nov 2014
There it is
a peace of the future sky
in my eye
fuzzy floating, now unresolved;
a blue and white someday
on hills and trees
I squint into.
When I am seeing this blurriness,
I see red and yellows,
blacks and whites,
all melding into one grayness.

Oh , my imagery, I see beautifully.
hazy , but, one day....
I will visit the optometrist...
right after my
psychiatrist.
wordvango Aug 2014
Bemused
     eating refuse
          every day
                confused, usually
Bogie ( his real name)
     is seeking something
           to sink his tooth into.
                 Bemused as usual.
Dumpster
     diver par- excellence-
           smiling meek,
                  finding treasure
                      every day.
Bogie walks miles
     to find his
           dinner, does his best
                  refuse-ly.
Then,
     he walks miles back
            to his dumpster nest home,
                    smiling perpetually.
wordvango Jun 2019
Born blue as the new sky sunny summer burnt ocher tree skins on the shoulder of green hill all for the grandeur of some Lilly's splendor audience to remember
wordvango Dec 2014
before the sky was blue or the moon
     glowed true enough
for two young lovers
      on the hill
and dew was dry as we were
          clothed in bodies
sweat and our own light
           diamonds glittered in our eyes
as we glistened in green grasses soft on our hill
            to dream of days
blowing through our wind
          singing us a lovely
tune a psalm of us.
wordvango Aug 2017
songs of evening begot began like
a sleepy dream  of a couplet rhyming
along the river banks on a night such
as this, once in a misty moonlit time
her white dress on, him a lowly servant
the ball so gallant when he asked her did
she want a  truffle or a kiss and she
blushed magnificently in the sight of
all the wealthy visitors courtesans
in the court that night whose words were lonesome
and forced, they said their taught entreaties but,
she fancied the waiter and his black tight words
the way he winked when he said truffle or
a kiss
wordvango Feb 2015
Let a company that according to an article on Yahoo, "reported net profit of 620.1 million through Feb. 1, 2014" paid their CEO, some poor soul named Ronald Sargent, " 10.8 million in total compensation", let's stand by when they say in response to our president's comments about how they limit their employees to 25 hrs a week, "Unfortunately, the president appears not to have all the facts".....
let all of America work no more than 25 hrs, I am ******, so companies and rich CEO's and all the rich investors can get richer while their employees suffer. American way?
The president had plenty of facts for me.

Boycott Staples Inc.
wordvango Sep 2014
In the lamplight glow
reflects an evening
alone, again
hearing 100 watts
of horns blaring
riveted by the reflections
of instruments.

A sympathetic vibration
sets up a brassy glow.

Slide valves resonate
a harmonic series of note.
I sit
and tap my foot,
remembering.

My time in the
band, reflecting.
wordvango Aug 2017
those whose sparkle shine
like  diamonds on a
silver lake in the middle
of a forest
acres of nothing but trees surround

those whose breath
like mine is
met with frosty shivers
on a cold or warm morn'

where the atmosphere
is nothing
ghostly images on vistages of vanities
breath rising clouds in the air
to a mountain

somewhere a vantage like a scenic cliff
in some such mystic place
the place you saw last night in that
dream

where breath meets the clouds and the air so crisp clean
washes your insides
wordvango Oct 2020
The conscience food
Masticating
Flesh
Blood the essence
A tender fragrance
Wafting through nose
To
Tastebuds fornication  
Mouth
watering
Pure decadence
Involving dissolving gnashing
Evolving
Each bite  
tiny pieces 
 spittle
Veins gristle sinew
Go
Down
The drain
Must live be vapid enormous
The most ravenous
Survival is a thing
And the menu
plain
wordvango Jan 2016
I have heard I have seen the vagaries
and vagrancies of society.
Tasted the bitter  the sweetest of
beauties and beasts.

Used a ***** to trench a slop pit for
my blood to run out with the filth.
A spoon where I dipped the manna of heaven
unto my lips.

Broken ground to bury friends, pets , and lovers
deep. Used my heart to bring them all back up.

Used my dreams to believe
and nightmares to deceive.

I always had tomorrow.
Now that the calendar rushes so from
January to December year to year
I paint the world better I dreamed
than lived in.
wordvango Sep 2020
Low stark warm
The first rays come through
Light upon;
How white
The canvas on the easel
Is again;
Anew a day,
wash away,
The traces, brush strokes
And mistakes
wordvango Mar 2016
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground

For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.
wordvango Jun 2019
Then
The sun rose
On another day
On the cherry tree blossoming
Away. And the redbirds on limbs
Happier than larks and
A lone man on the porch
Just sitting giving thanks
Breathing deep sighing
A memory perhaps of days
Gone by and the blossoms smelling
Like they did and the sun bright as then and his breath just as breathless
As when he was younger
wordvango Sep 2014
The seconds woven into minutes
forge into hours pour into days
so quick the years add up
to our lifetimes
we saw as the horizon.
Just this second
wordvango Aug 2017
my armchair lost a leg
today
wordvango Jul 2016
getting sharper with every word
about the tip
of the wood yellow thing I try
to wield like a sword in this
cautious shadow like being

spinning between the razors edges
roundabouts honing the craft
of my ambitions and hopes
whirling learning wanting too much to
contribute

to peace love and society where
my best parts might be the shavings left
in the plastic catcher thing,I throw out
every now and then
wordvango Dec 2014
Bach's "little fugue"
            played while figure eights
whistled in my head,
               along with mathematics
to an un-equilibrium point
           where self-confidence
meets self-doubt.

So, in
illusions created by the exact same demons
that saw the bottom from the top
and the   pope as part of a conspiracy,
I created a theory, and ended in a padded room.

I painted spots on walls not assimilating
anyone others works,
became my own victim,
committed to rationality
while acting eccentrically.

Visions came to me, I sought refuge in them,
things I saw the real world calls bug-brained.

There I envisioned the cosmos as a limit imposed
on one's relation to self. I saw the dynamics of  human conflict
as interludes of forced sanity.

I went as quick as I came.

forced into what I don't want to do
I enjoyed the chorus arranged in my head.
Like a game between people I don't understand.

I sneak into Princeton and proved the existence of God. in red sneakers unaware my theory was economic realism.

Then I rejected voices.

And won the Nobel Prize.
A poem about a mad mathematical genius! John Nash! True story.
wordvango Aug 2017
dance alive
honey, I want my whole sway
to be with you
the  dip the step on a toe the parlay
my nose tucked so close to your ear
just both of us so lost in the rhythm
no one else there
on that dance floor
one more time
sweets lets grab ***
take one more shot of Cuervo
let's bring home the
band with us
wordvango Aug 2014
equanarium brizzle fer
           qouckly triz
o
preform x rated
          blizzebance o f eq
uananimous
                        remitelely
fueled smote
               of someairily sot
sweed
              wroted     down
what?
            ever>
wordvango Nov 2014
to the north i try to follow
religiously
i still  mix east and west
dark with light
gets me into corners
comparing my compass
to others
shouts in my ear i wish it would when
I stray so far away
south
wordvango Mar 2016
the x-axis time
plotted against the  commonness of peace
the y-axis seems broken
one straight line
from left to right
wordvango Jun 2016
Hansel and Gretel were so named to make them
the laughing stock of the hood. They had a crack head mom
and a dad who disappeared before they were born.
Often they had to subsist on small tidbits of bread they
found on the path into   the forest.  

Once on their forages they met a little girl
dressed in red. She said her name was hood.
She had a red dress.
She had a knowing about the forest and the  surroundings.
Said don't trust no one. They are all *******
wolfs. And they walked.

Where they ran into three lil pigs i forget.
Think it was in Louisiana  around Baton Rouge
near the Bayou la batre and the wind was blowing
and the Republicans ignored them
and the Police kept them in

and the little boy, Jack Horner , who had a finger in the ****
saw them coming , and pulled his thingy outta the hole
and all hell broke loose.
I give my votes to the guy on the fence
who fell and all the King's horses
all the King's men
didn't even try to put back together.
wordvango Dec 2014
Many compositions for all men,
once were found  near granite stones.
Many songs
were tied to Rose Hill Cemetery.

Then, travels on a Wind Bag, ended
on the Farm, and became famous.
Wrote Ramblin' and got higher then ever seen for
Southern men who encompassed black and white,
so, did never exemplify the South,but two returned,
because of motorbikes,
and now lie side by side:
recomposing,
at Rose Hill Cemetery.
wordvango May 2017
try to cheat the crying again
wake up every day after day
with a stained pillow
I've been sentenced
to life  in this prison
of sunrises on the porch alone
sunsets with ten bottles
serenading me
the paper on the refrigerator
yellowed stained
that says
where she was leaving me forever
still that ring
glistens in the window
and one dead stem
still in the vase
on the mantle
remains beside that wilted
brown brittle rose
the door has never been closed
ten years now
and the sun I don't see
ever shine
don't
need to water the garden
my tears flood them
as the wildest weeds grow
tangled around
my dreams
in them
wordvango Aug 2017
working with a brain that evolved in caveman days
unable to parse  these urges
coded into my double helix
I find influences of meditation
in choosing passwords
for those ten million e-mail accounts
I created
forgot about
were
broken into
taken my
ssn#
my birthdate
so I got calm
thought about Nirvana
about fantasy and reality
tried to calm the
default Node network
and see clearly
that passwords when evolving were not needed
I got calmer
hmmmmmmmmmm
ing
overcoming delusions
I changed my name
to Evaporate
and my ssn# to none
and my password to
Ou812
****
I am stupid
just told all you's
wordvango Sep 2017
it amazes me how
the frontiersman had to
survive without cellphones
and internet
I can't stand a minute when I
go down in some
hole driving
and my phone
drops the call
then I get home
chatting up my babe
sending wild emojis
and smiley faces
and get message not delivered messages
I couldn't ever be
Buffalo Bill
wordvango Apr 2016
To sit in and dream
is why I built this thing
I made the cushions hard
so when i nod i wake
I made the legs strong
so when i am weak
i never will fall out.
wordvango Jun 2014
To sit in and dream
is why I built this thing
I made the cushions hard
so when i nod i wake
I made the legs strong
so when i am weak
i never will fall out.
wordvango Sep 2017
at times I lust at Bukowski's rambling,
others, I see him as a drunk got lucky
Stammering
lost his feelings of poorness
and suffering when he made it big.
I promise to always be
a fine cultured nice laughing
drunk poet whatever what.
Never to put down poetry readings
like I am some God or better
than anyone.
or ever hit a woman
wordvango May 2014
What tonight? Is the night
my darkest
treading salty breezes in alleys
buoyed by soliloquies
westwardly blown and transverse sway on whitecaps
and sonnets?

Or my course steady hardy trod
on and straight
in haste of promise
or youth mistake?

Blue, bay and sing attention my way,
two by two,
one day the rain stopped
and unfairly, naturally lost I
would... i did...
chaotic as ever,
and had no regret!
wordvango May 2014
And, then the gray of vessels vast
cruised stealthily amongst daybreak calm,
wistful winds, aridly
asleep, blue, stolid
waters holding  salty thirst
for the mermaids, and sip yellow hazes, with
the smells of dead fish.

Or boiled legs, weary, seemed
on boardwalks brown,
splintered, to never sting the sting
of sun baked grit, nor harbor a signal sheltered
or captain heresies light religions
weathered boil itch,
unfeathered, tethered here and now.
wordvango Aug 2017
stupid as the moth
I drew my wings in dive-bombed her light
flicker
head-on
the best sizzle for a minute part of a second
before the
burn
wordvango Feb 2015
with the garbage
burn me with refuse
I have no sanctity
Pyres are not necessary
nor crying
forsake all I was
if you never gave me flowers
while I lived.
wordvango Sep 2020
a bee
flighting flower to ****
sweet
as honey on a limb
parting petals folds
nectar
on wings total
freedom nature as a thing
wordvango May 2017
I almost stumbled upon success
just a rhyme caught on
the wind blown over the sun

then I found Roy in me his
voice
everybody thought it was
Roger

parody and history do
give the success
a tainted pink

but I was in the driver's seat
and the records came out
a thing

fell into places

made a way

and my vinyl
cover was me
*****

but hey
success
wordvango Feb 2020
It was yesterday
Just a while ago,
It will be tomorrow soon now.
I spent yesterday worrying about today.
I spend today wondering of tomorrow.
And, as I did, thought, of now just one second hence,
And fought to reconnect with it.
When I realized now is what the ******* whole thing is about.
I almost smiled,
As I turned around in my head,
Seeing now. And worries blended
With my senses and ego
My lusts and desires
Became a future not this second
I went
Into now, about,
Did,
It's so hard
To catch and claim,
Now.
But I am.
wordvango Sep 2017
writing whispered softly heartfelt mostly weightless
dreamlike adjectives and suppositions
I calmly fall through the skies into a white
blue pillow
of metaphor
close my eyes at impact
wake up again up
far high
over the clouds
hover near under angels
wings
higher than I fly
wingless only small
energies a
few synapses firing now
my soaring exploding all over
the atmosphere
I get high
I love that
I feel again
I laugh cry
normal like
but I fly
full of all of it
wordvango Nov 2017
while many the limbs do speak their blues in lonesome woods
as leaves this time of year fall away from twig from view
decay in shades of purple hues under naked boughs and still
strong bare trunks under grayer skies and more nights news
the tree does see her next year already the buds growing a new
harvest of tender sprouts and flowers perhaps a brighter
year and winter rests through her bareness upon the ground for once turns it brown footsteps of squirrels and claws still visit
anon their slumbering upon her bark like flesh tender hearing
the time clock say its time to rest again and let us renew
under whitefall flakes and frost and dew renew a limb
broke off last year let a few months slumber begin and anew
neat spring spry forward more glorious and stronger
more colorful like life which has this seasons plan and days in sun
all arranged and days in rest brown naked and ways we just can't understand
but nature...
does
wordvango Mar 2017
have you heard the wind
the trees rustle
the wings fly by
the sea roar
watched the mountain
and wonder
sink down
on your knees
knowing this is life
the end the beginning
we are no more
than a bird a mountain a tree a leaf
a wave crash on the shore
a shell
maybe a sunrise
or a moon on the horizon
but nothing more
wordvango Aug 2016
after all the others come and go
I want to be with her
she just is it
she causes me just enough angst
to keep me interested
like the thing you can't quite own
but have that need for
and it's so ******* hard to
put into words
it hurts
but you know
how that is
she is on your mind when
things are good
and more when
everything falls apart
and she has that knowing
you shared everything you  
knew with her
and her with you
and......so
it is meant to be
one way or
the other
maybe....
wordvango Nov 2014
to the honey-
  (buzz)
here to there
   rose!
dandelion
   humming-
                       swaying
    relaying
pollen.

The Daisy
                 stands
awaiting her visit.
    All
her petals unfolded,
worlds
          sweetest scents,
   the bee
visits.
by?
wordvango Jul 2014
by?
Drift by
  my red eyes
white clouds
  raindrops?
wave length
  of white shorts
a drawn breath
  my heart stops?
Then someday
  all vanquished
the loneliness
  is now lonely?
the white shorts
  on the floor
shine as
  in the afterglow
somedays?
wordvango Apr 2016
I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Whoever is happy will make others happy too.
No one has ever become poor by giving.
I don't think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.
Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?
bye
wordvango Mar 2017
bye
some  are cold as ice
I had been told
took about
four fifths of my heart my hard worked money
and one of my cats
to realize
I won't ever be caught stupid again
bye
Bye
wordvango Jul 2017
Bye
I am leaving.  Have to see if real life is reality.
wordvango Oct 2023
I always told the ******,  he'd live to 100. I'd be gone before him.
He'd poo poo me. I'm getting old.
I'd say, I am too.
He knew it was coming. Last year he's been saying he's tired.  Same things Marge said . He had a long life.
Not near a Saint  but his good was street good. He grew up working the streets, playing the game. He knew right from wrong. Just, his wrong was defined differently.
I saw him cry once.
When his daughter died.
I admired that old ****. He was my dad for twenty years of my sixtyfive.
I tried to live up to that. He helped change me.
I should have kept more in touch.
Shoulda coulda.  I felt I owed him.
I did. I felt I was imposing on him. Tried to be independent.  
Hope he knew that. I didn't want to impose on him.
Hell. Let me shut up.
I'm only regretting. Nothing I can do now
wordvango May 2020
Entitled
By my rights as a
4g internet StraightTalk subscriber
3 gbs data unlimited
A month
Duly paid up
And my neighbor
Who allows me wifi
Pro bono
Gave me the password
Along with my inalienable
Rights to free speech
And my inability to keep
My mouth shut
Have,
Formed this imperfect, but,
Good as it gets, union
To comment like
An expert
On the political doings
As well as public health
Issues
Facing each
And every one of us
Using quotations from
The bible as well as youtube videos
Facebook posts
occasionally, local news,
To educate dumb *****
Incapable of forming logical
Conclusions.
I take it as a duty to
Inform them what *****
Means
Asking,
You have no mirror?
Questioning
The prevalence of inbreeding
In their genes,
Along with their cable
Subscriptions,
Asking, they don't give you a discount?
All you watch is FOX news.
I relegate the important issues,
Such as,
Global warming, windmills,
COVID cures corporate bailouts, who's
WHO
and the interest in who hideied KIM
The leader of Korea
To those who have time.
Like our leader.
He is awake all night
Fighting for
Our future.

Tweeting.
wordvango Oct 2015
If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!



Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/if-by-rudyard-kipling#ixzz3ogpfN1hg
#FamilyFriendPoems
wordvango Jun 2014
i subsist on verbs
and postulate on chords
apostrophe
a symphony of synonomy
a chorus cacophony born
in hymns
and antonyms playing
on violins
paper pen
a concerto operatic
absurdity!
wordvango Nov 2014
Come  unto my barren needs
     take these worn calloused hands
into your own, your softness manicured,
     kiss, and kiss again mine chapped
with those sweetness glossy pink lips,
     slow, or slower.
Place a glance unto my sorrow filled eyes
     my worry flush, with thy cheeks ****** blush.
Watch the woodlands dance and bow,
     as wind sings in the distance
into the heavens
      cries reaching to the universe
a symphony, my love.
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