some early memories are gardens of delight
others are not so serene like getting into a fight
making Revelle car models like Ed Roth’s SuperFink
was a favorite hobby because I didn’t have to think
I raced on narrow red skateboards with metal wheels
while dreaming of someday having my own automobiles
my imagination was unfettered with too many facts
spending my time playing with all kinds of knick-knacks
countless hours were spent imitating TV heroes
in plots with pals featuring dramatic death throes
my memories of those early days
of childish beliefs and pretend plays
are still companions in my old age
and are still a pleasure to engage
the wise old Gray parrot lined up the young Senegal parrots
at the edge of the jungle’s lush canopy
on the sturdy limbs of a mahogany tree
It was time for the annual parrot parade
and its subsequent parrot serenade
featuring Red-bellied parrots
and Timneh parrots
and Cape parrots
and Bown-headed parrots
and yellow fronted parrots
and Niam-Niam parrots
and Meyer’s parrots
and Ruppell’s parrots
while the Burrowing parrots
watched from below.
very few people even know
about this fabulous show
where to be concise
is in paradise
sudden revelations and insights can be stifled by stupidity and jealousy
there’s always doubters that don’t see what others see
new ideas are often met with controversy
the sceptics scorn unaplogetically
visions kicked aside like debris
in human history
there will always be
a person with a sense of destiny
who will have an epiphany
that will set us free
he captured the average American experience
with words woven with activism and skepticism
an insurgent in the literary world with no allegiance
to traditional poetry and using abstract expressionism
he confesses to being an anarchist at heart
encouraging poets to write about political and cultural
aspects of their country like laws and local art
Lawrence Ferlinghetti who turned 100 the other day
still burns brightly in the world of poetry
an icon with plenty left to say
about the world and our society
when ancient mariners tell tales of things they see at sea
mermaids come up a lot, half woman, half fish, and pretty
without so much as blushing they praise their mammaries
the old sea dogs smile with their imaginative memories
there’s stories of mermaids told throughout history
their true intentions for sailors always a mystery
mermaids, salty dogs claim, sometimes go ashore
falling in love with men for evermore
essay – 160 words
My earliest memories are of feeling different. An alien, an outsider, hiding my inner thoughts carefully so people couldn’t see the real me. So people wouldn’t know that my imagination was a wild beast with no rules.
From an early age, I learned not to outwardly stray from the path of normality laid down for me by my parents. I bowed to reality, but secretly set it aside to explore other worlds, to seek the mysteries of life, and to go where I didn’t think others would.
I still awkwardly navigate from fact to fiction when I write. The idea of other dimensions is real to me, because I’ve been to them many times in my history. Opening doors and stepping through is nothing new to someone who has felt different all their life.
I walk through the world with eyes wide open, hoping to fine other people like me. Seekers unafraid of mysteries and what their imagination can see.
Essay – 1 minute read
The traditional gatekeepers of poetry, professors and such, have longed considered themselves quality control experts. Their narrow interpretation of what constitutes worthy works comes with constrictions and different restrictions.
Examples include:, Haiku, Ballad, Stev, Ode, Free verse, Blank verse, thematic, limerick and nursery rhymes. Spoken out loud, they provide powerful images within the confines of each style. A feat many writers haven’t bothered to try, poetry, was once deemed elitist and a byproduct of scholarly snobbery.
But The Beat Generation came along in my time and showed that not all poems have to rhyme and that provocative word pictures could be painted without formal meter or stanza standing in the way. A revolution that is still happening today.
Even more important to me, is that everyone can feel free to write poetry on their own websites or social platforms without conventional publishers dictating terms to them.
This, because of the growing poet population online, is the new Golden Age of Expression