Sunday, December 10, 2017

OTI:20 poems, notes:12/10/17

Open To Interpretation

Slain
 
So, I slew the war my rival for you
And knew its end to be my end as well.
That Dragon was fire over all you loved too,
Making smoke of all that Fate can sell.

A foolish merit I had to think that
From unfolded pages dreams can come true,
And you, you twirling spinning acrobat,
Would find the time to be just me with you.

So, Dragons' spawn and wars' prosperity,
I joined the unembellished skeptical,
Hung up my armor, my naivety--
Friended Dragons whenever practical.

'You knew her too?'  A stranger familiar
Commensurates our stories' peculiar.


The Dictionary Girl
 
What kids would we have
Married if I with the girl
Who writes the dictionary?
Surely she would
See to their spelling correctly
Along with mine.
 
Conviction
 
I can't convince anyone of anything
Least of all you,
You who have everything
And have no need of anyone
Least of all me.

Truth Be Known
 
We all have
A pee hole
Or a pee pole
And truth be known
It's where we all come from,
A truth the intelligent sorts
Could never come to grips with
In their gold floored
Bejeweled temples
Of philosophical facades.

Hey
 
Hey,
I was a fellow
Looking for a girl
Looking for a fellow
Beyond that
I hadn't thought
To brighten your days.

Hey,
Don't you know
Tomorrow is another
Today,
And by chance we've
Come this way...
Why delay?
 
So
 
So, I won't answer to anyone
Least of all you
With promises
Saying I'll be someone
Not true.

So,
Look at me squarely
When my eyes say
I love you dearly,
Then you can look away
If your heart says you must,
That I can trust.

Dream State
 
Poems come from the
Dream State
You know?
You get hungry
You eat
You get sleepy
You sleep
You get annoyed
You make a poem,
Usually about a girl.
 
Behind
 
What's behind you
Is in front of you.
 
Past It
 
If you can't get past it
Then let it pass you.
 
Stubborn
 
Stubborn sorts
Sitting in the road
Get carried away
Or run over.
 
Stop And Start
 
You think you can
Make it all stop?
Then what,
You think you can make it all start?
 
Mimic
 
Mimic this
You'll mimic
Me
Mimicking you.
 
Forget
 
Forget it
And
I'll forget it.
Bury it
And I'll dig it up.
 
Cape
 
This cape I wear...
You wouldn't think sorrow
Could keep one warm.
 
Things We Do
 
Things we do
Are painful
Undone.
 
Moon
 
I could make a moon with you
Never a sun,
Such my preference
For night over day.
 
Men In Black
 
Oh,
I could get
A black poncho
And look like Clint
With my squint,
Or a black cape
Like debonair Zorro-
My hands saw the air,
Or conceal but my
Eyes
With Dracula's wardrobe-
Safely put away
In the day,
And what more magnificent
Than Darth garbed
Black head to toe
Sucking air through
A regulator-
'My harlequin mask is frightful,
I tell you,
Wheeeze wheeze,
My pupils
Are black holes-
Wheeze,
There's no escape.'
 
Fortune
 
For those of you miss fortuned,
Blind crippled broken somehow,
I hope there is some justice
For those of us who took bare notice
And you'll be whole enow.
 
Sense
 
How do I tell
If I make sense
If you don't tell me so...
This dilemma applies
To other things,
You know.
 
Cell Phone
 
I wake up
And mess with my cell phone.
Night used to be a desert,
Now it's tropical.
 
DolphinWords
 
Notes: hmmph...like stuff dredged up from Doggerland...if Doggerland sunk/flooded slowly, for awhile it would have been like an archipelago--the Fortunate Isles...got to thinking of Doggerland because one of the ancient mystery youtube gadabouts, the one who most fits!, went on about Alfred Watkins and his ley lines ...Watkins was a photographer, and I know of another...brb...Yosemite photog Carleton Watkins......Fortunate/Blessed Isles came from reading some in Robert Graves' Greek Myths at the laundry...the gadabout has it that the Egyptian pyramids are spaceship models and goes on about it without even a nod to moveandseriesStargate...it's been said the Egyptian temples are stylized representations of the human body...and this conceit continues on and shows up in medieval cathedrals...maybe the pyramids represent the human head...like the temples, the inner sanctum the seat of consciousness...and we can fly about imaginatively, so the 'spaceship' notion a fit too...lol...one thought I came up on is that modern churches are laid out like the interior of passenger jets...seating on either side of an aisle...the cockpits' instrumentation arrayed in the alter d├ęcor...flight attendants, pilots, etc....they're all Starship Enterprise...and the 'why' explanation for the pyramids being built is that the astronomer priests were keeping a memory flame alive...memories of old time flying about in spaceships...themselves not even certain what they were about...traditions can be like that...their original meaning being forgotten...don't know...another thought is that all those grand buildings and traditions are an intuition...a 'memory' of future times...I predicted once to my friends there would be a hand held computer for all my photos, this in 2003...and it made sense...the new digital cameras had come out with led screens in the back, and it quickly became popular to just share your photos on those screens...things have gone a pace, and I came home this evening with Samsung's Galaxy Tab A...I found a really neat travel ap...it tells one how to actually get from a to b on public transport, and with real time arrival and departures...but I couldn't download it...my iphone 4 too old, again...annoyed, I thought, I'll just get another up to date cell phone but use it without a cell phone contract...studying this out, I found that can be done...one has to bypass the simm card prompt, or, with the iphones, fake the phone into thinking it has one...then, I was thinking, one has like a little tablet computer...'why, DavidDavid, don't you just get a handheld tablet?...'...and that I did...it was on sale...a lucky break...Best Buy forgot to take the sale price off after their big cyber week sales...99 dollars...and I'm a happy clam...it just does everything...and is fast...I owe ATT maybe an apology...I've gone on, back and forth, many times about how slow their service is, and the lag, and drops, and, I realized now it's the age of my lap top...it has plenty of memory, but the software is out of synch with the newer stuff...so it lags...they could have told me that...get a new computer...in back, they ran fiber optic between the poles...said in a few months they'd come around to connect to the houses...been like six...and I can put Microsoft Word on the pad...ATT did try to sell me a new iphone...but this pad fixes all my problems...it plays television, youtubes, movies, just fine...and with removable storage, I can back up my poems and posts...and with Word do almost to completion what before I had to do in steps...uploading from the notepad to my email, from my email to the blog or Word...well, it's a computer after all, entire...need to rig small bungees like I do for small paintings to hold it...just a bit too wide, big, and heavy, but okay hand held...
 
:)
 
DavidDavid
 

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

OTI:one pic, one poem, notes:12/5/17




Open To Interpretation

We Should

We should wear melancholia capes
To remind us of sadness, always,
After all,
Doesn't the Moon emblazon Night
With the color of bone,
Doesn't the wind ruffle curtains
Even when the window is shut?

DolphinWords

Notes: rolled out to Gypsy Den last night, and tonight...last night open mic for the guitarists...sat and listened...tonight open mic for the poets...read out sonnets Dark Lady and What's Next?...and listened...small bunch...promised that next time a larger gathering--OCPC poetry slam contest Tuesday two weeks from now...

:)

DavidDavid

Monday, December 4, 2017

Sunday, December 3, 2017

OTI:one pic, two poems, notes:12/3/17

Open To Interpretation

Lost
 
"Our White Whale is lost!"
Said Dana.
"Just so."
Said Petra.
"What to do?"
Asked Cerulean.
"Our Black Ship-let's
Black Deck can
Show the ways.
Our hands together here."
Explained Petra.
And while with one hand
She gripped the
Whale tether reins,
With her other together
With Dana's and Cerulean's
She pressed the small Ship's surface
And the Deck flashed geometries,
And then the many ways
To ascend the Pinnacle.
Petra studied.
"The way through the
Furnace Canyon is lost to us,
Our Whale too fearful now."
She said.
The three of them
Despaired awhile
Gazing into the tangled images
Of the undersea mountain's
Labyrinth.
"Time abates."
Said Dana.
"Yes," said Petra.
"Now our only race
Is to find the surface of the sea
And live.
And the Deck's map
Has no certain way
Only some more likely
To welcome our guess."
The racing pod shook,
Bumped by a passing black
Swimming form glimpsed
In the glow from the Deck.
The three held to
One another tight.
Bump! bump!
The pod pushed,
Swung this side to that
At the tether's end
By some daring darting creatures
In the darkness.
"Black Whales."
Said Petra.
"They have us now,
And our White Whale."
"What of us?"
Asked Cerulean.
"We're snacks!"
Smiled Dana.
"Unless we sing a tune."
Laughed Petra.

Pinocchio's Tune

And when you thought
To devour me whole
With your Leviathan appetite,
What fate had I
But to acquiesce?
So stomached,
Awaiting your digestion,
We sat by my campfire,
Its smoke evoking
An unexpected sneeze.
 
DolphinWords

Notes: more B'mor..."Any comments on this case going forward will come from the FBI." --T. J. Smith spokesperson for the BPD...events in Baltimore are a bellwether for everyone, so now and then search: Baltimore news

:)

DavidDavid

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Friday, December 1, 2017

Thursday, November 30, 2017

OTI:one pic, one poem, notes:11/29/17

 
Open To Interpretation
 
Tic Tac Toe
 
Are you up against
The sidewalk, the curb,
The street?
Do your homes' front steps
Drop you down
Like from a cement wharf
Into a busy watery bay,
That constant swirling noise
Night and day?

Those metal doors close,
The glass windows roll up,
The keys turn
And the engines rumble
Forward our submarines
Propelling by those
Odd fish with legs walking.

The tic tac toe
Is tied in stasis:
Row on row
Floor on floor
Neighbor above
Neighbor below
Neighbor beside
We don't know
How to play outside.

You have bare dirt
All around your walls
And you never plant flowers.
The bees know
One from another's.
 
DolphinWords
 
Notes: the mid-Atlantic states had an earthquake!...4.2...hardly worth the mention, but on the East coast such are unusual...I continue to google search the B'mor tale (see previous posts)...sometimes the Baltimore Sun's paywall delays long enough for the reading...it goes on apace...today, how an illegal arrest that resulted in a car chase fatality happened...this in 2010...drugs planted in the suspects car...suspect served time for the fatality, but released for false drug charge...in Los Angeles, a police captain is pleading innocent to owning an industrial neighborhood warehouse being used to grow drugs...maybe he didn't know...ink and poem Tic Tac Toe reference the Baltimore Row Houses...searching those, I happen on the stories of tenants' troubles with the managers of low income housing apartments...these units are bought up by investors, and the new owners take on the out standing debts of tenants who had payment troubles with old owners...they are ruthlessly pursuing the debts, and any new current debts as well...and these managers are being taken to task...for their tactics, and too for not maintaining their properties...one of the Presidents relatives owned one of these management companies...since divested, but still has stock...somewhat murkey the whole thing...but a lot of management companies are finding using the courts to collect debts, even to the point of arrests. to their liking...I don't know who 'owns' the old row houses...but the city has plans to level them with eminent domain and re develop...one can pick one up for less than 20,000 dollars, but these are fixer uppers...otherwise, home prices in Baltimore look to be the same as all over the country, which is remarkably similar...and high...modern high density housing is doomed to decay over decades...from roofs to sewer lines, the materials wont last long...the row houses were made of brick...clear everything out from the interior to the brick walls, and one has like a new structure to begin again with...trouble with brick walls, they don't give in an earthquake, though there must be some way around this, as I see modern ones in So Cal...
 
:)
 
DavidDavid