Feral cats are runnin’ wild
while cops is breakin’ ‘eads
homeless driven to the sewer grates
my poor garden gnome is dead
world’s crazy’d up for krypto
ever’body’s gettin’ ‘rona
uber’s bringin’ beer n’pizza
scammers findin’ ways t’phone ya
take yer boots off pretty baby
from now on we stayin’ home
take off your boots of leather
we’re stayin’ home alone
right-handed axes bust up d’capitol
almost scared t’leave my room
tik tok’n stead’a talkin’
go’ta’office on m’zoom
mustard head defies subpoenas
fake news wines there was no coup
vote suppression played like tid’ly winx
what’sa thinkin’ dude t’do
take yer boots off pretty baby
from now on we stayin’ home
take off your boots of leather
we’re stayin’ home alone
we now plug in ‘stead’a fill up
while I truly think it’s great
gotta’ tell‘ya sometimes
I do miss my old V-8
this world’s really changed
be that way until I die
though it’s hard to grasp it all
understand me please — I try
take yer boots off pretty baby
from now on we stayin’ home
take off your boots of leather
we’re stayin’ home alone
~ hmmm ~
oh hell! — put yer shiny leather boots back on
and put that mask on your beautiful face
I’m gonna go crank up the tesla
gonna take a short road trip from this place
n’ I’m gonna contact amazon prime
get a new gnome for the garden space
There are so many mysteries in life, so many constant minor miracles that hold all of life aloft, so very much that none of us comprehend and never can, as we go about acquiring that which is our meager portfolio of personal knowledge. Our finite essence deems that we are ignorant to the majority of life’s substructure and nuance — yet it all is woven into the fabric of existence, and without which there is no “is”.
We live this mad chaotic journey of life, most of the time at the peril of imminent personal annihilation, save for many upon many manifestations of good fortune, of pure luck — perhaps by a grander cosmic intuition. Yet we live with confidence, as we must, that all these myriad possibilities that surround us, will fall in our favor — and they do, until they don’t. And only fate determines when that card flips.
We all go to our ultimate conclusion, grasping what pitiful little bit of knowledge and understanding we have eked together during our flash of an existence. Yet all that is, was, and will be in all of time and space — happens, has happened, and will happen, so far removed from our awareness and comprehension, as to amount to nothing of consequence to our reality. Yet the reality of our existence, breath to breath, is totally dependent on these consequences playing out in our favor.
We are a dust molecule in this raging cosmic storm. We are nothing but insignificant — while we go along filled with the belief of our worth, and we feel its magnitude in the reality of the awareness that we touch and manifest, which in truth is immeasurably little in the grand scope. But within us, to our perception, it is everything — and rightly so, for it is all we have at our disposal.
This incredible, almost infinite dichotomy, has always held immense fascination for me. I have always wished, even if but for a moment, I could sync with an infinite mind — though I fear the impact of the overload on my psyche, would render me wholly insane. However, the fascination has persisted my entire life, and will I’m certain, until it can’t. This poem is my feeble endeavor to express some insight to this poetically.
Porrima
goddess of time
mistress of futures
lift me into the realm
of unfinished dreams
strip me of fear
of longing
of inhibition
render me transparent
weightless
unburdened of care
an untethered being
of pure moment
a vessel of time and space
ever-expanding consciousness
aware of all
not as separate
but as the is
the was
the to become
let me embrace
the strand continuum
time’s infanance
unfurled to the future
drawing it forward
reeling it back
in simultaneous linearity
uninterrupted
to touch what is not known
let me glimpse
what cannot be
but is forever
an epiphanal glance
at the beginning
of the endless
the infinite now
~ this is a Ko I envisioned for the Cascade Mountains of Pac NW ~
McClellan Peak, Cascade Mountains, reflected in Leprechaun Lake, Washington — by: Joshua Stern
Major Season (SEKKI): Cold Dew: October 08 – October 22 Early October welcomes the mini season of Cold Dew. This season runs from October 8 until October 22. During this time the nights are getting progressively colder and the days are getting shorter. Morning frost may occur, but it disappears with the sun.
Minor Season (Ko): Cascade Mountain Larches go golden: October 08 – October 12 Larches are a pot of gold in the fall hiking season; normally green, their golden yellow autumn needles turn a Cascade Mountain landscape into something otherworldly.
More precious than gold
cascade mountain larches turn
SEASONAL BOUNTY: this is the season of vineyards and orchards, when wine flows from a wide variety of harvested grapes, and the crunch of freshly picked apples of many types seems to resonate in the air.
POET BIOGRAPHY: I am a poet of 51 years, obsessed with nature, intoxicated by the beauty of America’s Great Pacific Northwest — where I make my home. I am also an artist, selling my art. I am a singer and lyricist as well.
