Saturday, September 1, 2007

HAIKU


HAIKU







Haiku (is a mode of Japanese poetry.. The traditional hokku consisted of a pattern of approximately 5, 7, 5 syllables, or on. The Japanese word on, meaning "sound", corresponds to a mora, a phonetic unit similar but not identical to the syllable of a language such as English. A haiku contains a special season word representative of the season in which the renga is set, or a reference to the natural world.Here are a few I have written-note the poem may be read in any sequence—line 1,2,3 or 3,21 or 2,1,3 and so on---all have to do with the natural world(


Canyon Point Campground-97)

shadows on the trail

sliding down invisible

blue columns softly

HAIKU GLAWS/97


(Enchanted Desert Navaho Reservation, AZ-87)

baby on her breast

ghostly forms on hogan wall

the pinion boughs burn

HAI KU GLAWS/87

Some by Elizabeth Searle Lamb Casting into a Cloud, Southwest Haikuin the high meadow,

moonlight muffles our horses hooves,

the elk still browsing


leaving the cabin

I put the old calendar

into my backpack


behind the pueblo

the presence of Black Mesa

this windy day

USS FUNSTON



USS FUNSTON
I was aboard the USS Funston in June of 1956 and my way the Alaska. Sea sick were many in the Gulf of Alaska. Fortunately, guess a little for me.

(Gulf of Alaska, June 56)

ship rolling bow down

earthly creatures bow in pain

heaving to and fro.
GLAWS/56



MOON RIVER

I first heard this song in 1961/62. I like the Andy William's version of it.

(Lacy Springs, Alabama 1962)


moon river flows


chasing memories of youth


lying in quite repose


HAIKU GLAWS/62

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
JOHHEY MERCER/HENRY MANCINI
GLAWS/62

Jopi


This is a beautiful Hopi girl selling jewelry at a road side stand close to Cameron, AZ
(Hopi reservation, AZ/89’s)

windy rode side stand

small turquoise bracelets

a shy Hopi girl
HAIKU (GLAWS, 89)

I See Summer Moon


Bryce Canyon Utah


i see summer moon

shadows valleys far below

bathes the mountains high

HAIKU GLAWS/80
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Thursday, August 30, 2007



THE LEAF
The other day we had quite a blow here. Wind gusts up to 50 mph.I was amusing myself (it doesn't take much) watching the leaves roll down the street like drunken marchers. Some were scooting, some were tumbling, and others stopped to rest a while. I noticed a large leaf joining the crowd which caught my attention. The leaf falls in front of me and I got up and looked at it. The large brown cottonwood leaf and how did I know it was a cottonwood. In my 48 years in Arizona deserts and mountains I've tramped all over the state I know the vegetation very well. I began to wonder about the cottonwood leaf for the closest Cottonwood trees around here is the Verde river about 30 miles away. My friend, the cottonwood leaf how did you get here? Did the wind lifted in the sky and give you a free ride and he landed in my neighborhood?

After we finished our conversation, the leaf tumble down the street. I wondered what would be the demise of a leaf? A positive outcome would be for the leaf to land in the flower bed to integrate with the soil and end his life as a nourishment to flowers.Or on the dark side, to be swept up by street sweeper and end up in the city dump?Well, you've had some insight to my life, just a simple life sitting on the front porch.

the leaf tumble down

skittering about the road

pausing for a view

HAIKU/GL/O7

The Common Man

The term common man is used to emphasize the similarities or distinctions between a member of social, political or cultural elite, and the average citizen.
In a paraphrase, Abraham Lincoln stated he was for the common man but no one like to be called common. The epithet "Champion of the Common Man" has been applied to several men:
Demosthenes
Carl I. Hagen
Pericles
Gaius Gracchus
Tiberius Gracchus
Robin Hood
John Wilkes
Thomas Jefferson
Robespierre
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
Andrew Jackson
Abraham Lincoln
William Jennings Bryan
Eugene Debs
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Huey Long
Clement Atlee
Hu Jintao
Dai Chung
Lin Xiaochieh

The art community within the academic walls and the in “common community” may be often characterized with the men with various beard type (glasses are necessary for sure) with unattractive women with wild unkempt hair plus boisterous egos spread among all.
One only has to spend a while on any college campus to smell the aroma of the cultural elite. My six years in engineering school the curriculum required me to take a few course of electives and I selected a course in English (not American) literature. One of main assignment was the read the required poetry and comment on the author’s meaning. Immediately my left brain began to see meanings different from the accepted interpretations. With my rebellion I feared a bad grade nevertheless I got an A. Surprise I ask the instructor about the grade and he or was it a she? Anyway the comment was a least I had read and studied the assignment in detail. I decided then (about 47 years ago) to write poems for the common man. I suspect my poems may be judged as a high school level or lower by the poet community. Anyway, I don’t give a damn you literature snobs.

Therefore, all my poems will be written for "the comman man"
Dreamweaver
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

PUSHING OUT


PUSHING OUT

I wonder
Why we struggle to talk to Him
I wonder
Why we struggle to hear Him
I wonder
Why we struggle to see Him

Is our speech lost in a calliope of voices?
Is our hearing him lost in a din of noise?
Is our seeing him lost of kaleidoscope of pictures?

He walked into our lives to claim
the center of our circle.

Is he pushed to the perimeter of our circle?

Pushing out
Pushing ambition
Pushing luxury
Pushing morality
Pushing unconcern
Pushing sexuality
Pushing no time
Pushing no praying
Pushing no church
Pushing out
He is still there on the perimeter
waiting for us to break the circles on sin.

Sin?
Really?
Kind of harsh on you , huh
?

TEXAS SPRINGTIME

The frost has slipped away
While the winds wave good by
Then the leaves venture this green day
And the grasses eye the sky.


The Blue Stem awakes with Canadian Wild Rye
On the banks of Bear Creek with berries in bloom
Asserting the Texas loom in fields to glorify
Grape vines in the chorus with Red Buds shyly soon.

Along Lake Buchanan shores the poppies open their eyes
To see blue skies with billowing clouds over the hills
And the hills comes alive with blue Bonnets to reach the sky
While willow and elm trees bow to nature’s will.

Man rejoices with Nature for our nation
While the Master Designer smiles for His creation.
GLAWS/06

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WYOMING DREAMING



Cheyenne Henderson
I
My college roommate invited me
To Cheyenne for the Round Up
So we could share the cup
Of brotherhood and so we
Could again be
As college days bashups.
The semester was over and luck
Was with me for I was free
To spread my wings in the
Air in Wyoming's blue skies
As eagles swoop in and see
Life magnified so I sigh
To be a natural man and plea
Those wishes before I die.

II
The Cheyenne Round Up is
A spectacular rodeo that
Lures world-class cowboys in combat
With the rodeo animals and they wish
To win trophies plus a kiss
From the rodeo queen for a
Trophy presentation to receive fat
Paychecks, saddles, and a rodeo miss.
Bob said that I cannot go
To the rodeo as a city dude
So I bought jeans, shirts, and boots so
To be in a western mood,
So we go to the Cheyenne Western store
Now Bob said get the attitude!

III

Bob was not wealthy but he was rich
And was known around town
So we got passes for the entire Round
Up activities. At the rodeo, we had a niche
For all activities which
Were on the rodeo grounds and down
Town parties, dancing, and barhopping around
Cheyenne and eating at the Redwood Lounge fortwith.
This rodeo was my first
So for the first two days I
Observed Cowboys bucked off in the worst
Situations but clowns into the maze
To save their hides, but the riders had a thirst
For more rides to seek more pay.


IV
The third day Bob said the barrel races
Where the girls ride the horses around
Barrels trying not to knock them down
Trying to achieve the first place.
Bob said his girlfriend was in the chase
In barrel racing riding a brown
Horse and was up next. The announcer drowned
Out the noise and yelled Traci Black space
So she flew around the barrels then
At the finish line Traci jumped down.
Bob gave her a kiss and said this is my friend
The professor and she said see around.
Then I noticed her big rear end
Plus big tits could be the largest in town.

V
Bob said any time he let her drive
One of his Mercedes, Traci was hot to trot
And she has double action so she's got
Him has an item to vive.
I noticed the crowd was alive
With anticipation for Bob said what
An ovation was coming in why
It’s for. Cheyenne Henderson has now arrived.
Bob said Cheyenne was a local girl
In a crowd favorite for she started riding at 3.
The crowd roared has she hurled
Around the barrels while Bob said I will see
The prettiest girl in the world
She dismounted and looked me.

VI
Cheyenne's blue eyes darted to mine
And right into my heart and she said hi.
Bob said he is a professor as she passed by.
Cheyenne road two more times and was behind,
However, her scores put her in a bind.
Cheyenne caught my eyes with a shy
Smile making my heart jumped to high
So I must meet this girl. Bob was not inclined
Saying Cheyenne has broken a thousand hearts
And the broken hearts have bled
On Wyoming hills so it is not smart
Old buddy to do that. Bob said
With a smile that she may part
Your heart and bedazzle your head.

VII
Anyway, we met the girls at
T - Bob's steakhouse on the last
Night of the rodeo with a cast
Of four where some of the patrons were aghast
To see Cheyenne and Traci but it was a blast
To see them prancing across the floor; a contrast
With Traci rather large and with vast
Portions while Cheyenne had little fat
Like a model. Traci had a beautiful face
With calf brown eyes and shiny black hair
Wearing a black western skirt with lace
Trimmed white blouse. Cheyenne chose to wear
A brown leather skirt with a showcase
Purple silk blouse with flair.

VIII
After seating, Cheyenne rarely took her eyes
Off of me for those eyes sent
Chills over my body while the scent
Of her perfume was given me a high.
With her blonde hair curled around her neck, and by
Her tongue caressing her lips then bent
Foreword to expose to expose breast flesh, this event
Crippled my senses. I concluded thereby
This girl knows how to trigger to excite
Me plus a sweet sexy voice to
Hypnotize. I knew the danger despite
Bob's warning, I knew what I wanted to do
Was to hold a kiss this girl this very night
And I can easily say I love you.

IX
When dinner came Cheyenne asked us to hold
Hands and she said a short prayer. For
Me this will surprise but not to the others. Before
We ate Bob proposed a toast and told
A funny joke and Traci let out a bold
Laugh that rocked the table. Cheyenne wanted to know more
About my school, college girls and why fore
I Never married. My stock answer is not foretold
Yet, and she looked in my eyes with a smile
And she's saying I want to get married and
Have children. Bob frowned. I'll
Drive after dinner Cheyenne said. So we ran
To her four-door F- 350 pickup while
She shifted the stick shift and spun out sand.


X
She headed out on the Highway 210
And drove about 20 miles
Then stopped on a ridge she said to stay here a while.
She opened her window to let the wind
Bring in the smell of flowers. Then,
There was a movement in the back seat bringing a smile
To me for Traci was doing her hot to trot with her style.
Now I’m sort of jealous of my friend.
Suddenly, Cheyenne was in my arms and my
Eyes met hers then she put her
Hand behind my neck and with a sigh,
With the sweetest kiss, putting my mind in a blur.
Her kisses on my lips, face and neck while
I Felt all emotions begin to stir.

XI
While I was kissing her, her hands felt
My face my neck, under my shirt to find
A man's soul love drunk with wine
Falling deeper as she blew her love breath on my self,
Neck and arms. For herself
Her eyes were moist, her body pressed to mine
Clinging as if this was the last time
In the fountain of love. For I will melt
In her art of love. Then she lay
Up on me kissing passionately for
I felt this was all away
While she whispered just wait for our hour
Then this time we can say
I love you, willed in God's power.

XII
She turned over and said hold me
So with her back to my chest
I circle my arms under her breast
While I kiss to her neck and hair to answer her plea.
From this moment on, I'll never be free
Of this night of love so I should be blessed
For the love of Cheyenne. The moon was sitting in the West,
So she says it's time to go and asked me to be
beside her as she drove back. She
Put her arm around my waist holding me tight
Then would lead her head on me,
So I wished my heart that this night
Would never end for I would not see
She again was now a fright.

XIII
With a quick kiss, at my motel,
We said goodbye then I opened the door. She
Ran in grabbed me lifted her head kissed me
With tears in her eyes as she said, "I want to tell
You, oh, I can't,"
ran out as I yelled,
But she was already driving away. This fantasy
Had me in a daze for I could see
Her blue eyes face and body so well.
Many girls have I kissed, made love to a few
Girls but as I lay in bed,
My mind and body was holding to
Her embrace, breath, tears and afraid
Of not seeing her again. No sleep due
To whirling in thoughts in my head.

XIV

I went to Bob's house for a farewell
Visit and we had coffee and sweets. Bob said
Why don't you think ahead
About getting on the University, just a swell
Idea don't you think? Maybe a foretell
And the future for I was dreading
To leave already. Cheyenne has led
Me with rope and tied you and her corral
Has she Bob said? She is an anomaly for
She's a Christian girl never been laid
And with a rodeo Christian group. Your
Cheyenne is yet a heartbreaker. This fair maiden
As hooked you and was plain candor
So maybe this is a charade.

XV
I told Bob I went to the rodeo grounds to find
Cheyenne and someone said she and Traci hightailed out
To Canada to a rodeo. I thought no doubt
I'm 1001 broken heart. Just a blind
Love I guess. Cheyenne and Traci are inclined
To run off like this. They are two knockouts
But not two of a kind. They are always about
The rodeo most of the, however they will wind
Up back here soon Bob remarked. Cheyenne has tried to
Convert Traci and I with no luck.
I am jealous a Cheyenne got you,
But she won’t date me my moon struck
Friend, if she wants to wed you true
Don’t be so dumbstruck!

XVI
Bob suggested I stayed couple days
To see if Cheyenne returns. However,
No luck. Bob gave me a note from Cheyenne and he said what ever
Happens, so good luck. I pointed my BMW on I - 85 Highway
As I reminisce and wondered how to pray.
I suppose I'll remember of her for ever
But my heart is repelled to sever
Her as city fades away.
I remember the note in my
Pocket from Cheyenne,” I write this as I cry
I love you so much till the day I die,
Oh, please come back soon to Wyoming skies.”
Oh my God, Cheyenne are you an angel with blue eyes
Or a Devil girl who lies?
DW(glaws/07)

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