The Digital Dispatch

From NOEBIE.net

Original Poems

Journal, Pen and Mug

The poems and lyrics included here have been written in the 21st Century. They are presented without context or unifying theme, other than my own halting pen, eclectic interests and prodigal nature.

Many, though by no means all, of them were written using Burroughs' cut-up technique, which is one of my favorite tools for getting my ego out of the way of the creative energy.

Sonnet 3

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Unconscious Cleptomania

We believe that we would never steal and
Look with no mercy on any who do
But we go grabbing for anything new
Always scrolling for a great new deal and
Nevermind the child who toils at the wheel and
Endless insatiable desires pursue
We believe we own all in our purview
Yet today we live on unceded land
Can we turn from consumption? Theft? Disgrace?
That which failure to trust God evinces?
You can never get enough of those things
You didn’t really want in the first place
So pine not for objects of the senses
We have all we need – all good gifts He brings

Sonnet 2

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The Way of Light

As grime upon a looking glass obscures,
The patterns of conditioned mind conceal
The fundamental truth of what is real
And to the consciousness falsehood inures
Distortion both profound and slight occurs
Without which would the clearer light reveal
A way to live serene and more ideal
The Path Eternal victory assures
I shall polish the mirror of my heart
With the dust of my Guru’s lotus feet
Shall sing the names of God who shelters me
Shall keep my word without pretense or art
Shall walk the Way of Light with no retreat
Shall know the truth and it shall make me free

Sonnet 1

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Dharma Mice

The little woodland creatures in our homes
All scurry here and there to make their keep
We scurry too, more fanciful our ways
Yet scurry nonetheless from rise till sleep
Our trail of crumbs and refuse fills the earth
And washes on the shores of distant lands
A legacy of chicken bones we leave
The Anthropocene’s plastic we bequeath
First do no harm: Let us ahimsa keep.
The less we take, the less we do, is well
To think about the impact of our steps
And mindful of the others who here dwell
To walk lightly, though wander we apace
To trust that all is ever in its place

Every Hare Krishna

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Goodness is the harvest produced by the seeds of peace, sown by the peacemakers. – James 3:18

Mala and Bagbeneath the blue homespun
rough beads of tulasi
pass between thumb and finger

every hare krishna
every hare rama
is a seed in the field of consciousness

patiently planting
minute by minute
day by day
toward a garden of bliss
for everyone

Family Medical History

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I hate to break it to you
But you probably ought to know

Death runs in our family

It’s what got my mom
and my dad
And all of my grandparents, too
Even Grandpa’s second wife

It’s actually a little unsettling
That so many
in our family
Have succumbed to this

It doesn’t seem to matter
How much exercise we get
Or our diets
Or whether or not we’re wealthy

Death just seems
to run in our family

larry hart

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you were as witty
and urbane
as cole porter
and ten times as cynical

i was reading
schopenhauer
last night
zip
i’m a heterosexual

i wish i could have found you
wandering the streets
of the city
drunk
soaked
bewitched, bothered and bewildered

before the pneumonia took hold
and your book ended

Inversion

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cross of living wood
man suspended in time
serene saint
martyr
bound and unrestricted
in this hanging
the man is the tree

root moves to the top
at the first inversion
all is brighter now

release the expected pattern to see
the hidden pattern
of the Universe
fall into alignment
dive into resonance
surrender to harmony

flow

Girl With Her Back To Me

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We were touring
the little Crackerjack Palace
Where I was raised

We were talking with my mother
Who has been dead for 26 years

She was carved out of wood for the occasion
She held a little baby of blue

You two seemed to know each other well
Talking like old friends and rivals
Have you ever met?

It was just like you
understood
Each Other

Looks like you’ve got a little hostage there

Don’t let Erwin stray too far

I have
Always been
Faithful
to
You

It’s 4 AM
You are snoring gently
You are warm like my mother was

I feel
Safe

Dying Words

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Through all of the roses
And all of the dead ends
In one back yard after another

You just didn’t care

Quite enough

Dying words
“If you leave me now we’re through.”

He would have hurt you anyway.

The Question of Distributing

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Oh receiver of alms
Charity Receiving once toward home
home
justice
didn’t it symbolize home

I though clean
arrived with not a conflicted
abandoned
world
distributing a drop
a guise
the hand immaculately describes a path
something was on the left
Justice observed
alms point the circumstances

we kept down now
each perhaps disappeared
save This person
I was upset about
the question of distributing
I continued walking