OTI:one poem, notes:12/13/17

Open To Interpretation

Foreign Lands

I'm an unknown country
Not of your cartography,
And not likely
You'll beseech your
King and Queen
To fund some expedition,
Equip a ship,
Bring along all you need
To go far away a long while
Looking for what
You're not sure you'll find.
Of your land I know:
From when your towns
Are storm lashed,
The caravan bandits
And sea roaming pirates
Bring the horizon stories.
Would you un-trammel me,
You think,
Walk with me
My land's paths?
I could send you an invitation,
A map that suggests
Your world could be round.

'You'd civilize me!',
Was a thought,
End my languor
In this sweet time
With nary a notion
There's more than ocean,
Some far away shore,
Some far away land
With no return.

What I once was,
What you once were
Will all be gone
If you wade ashore,
Unload strange beasts
You ride astride.

So long as I breath
I still speak my old tongue
When your back is turned
Looking at that cell phone.

DolphinWords

Notes:...hmmph...from the iPhone notepad to yahoo mail to Tablet to blog...bit of a journey in itself!...new editing tools on the tab to learn...maybe too many...and so sensitive...stunfortunately. ..stuff pops up like that!...bit slick to walkabout...

:)

DavidDavid

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 décor...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

 

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

OTI:one pic:12/4/17

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

OTI:one pic:12/2/17

 



OTI:one pic:12/1/17