Kingsley Station

Original Poetry | 11/25/2003 | January24th

[January24th]

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[Kay Syrah]

fair sharing
is the mark
of compelled caring
from those who dodge
and shelter earnings
and p**s away all
I have to give
as if my money
was for their burning.

So mr. Kerry
rich as far as eyes can see
I want to know why
you pay less tax than me?

[Soaring Feather]

Capital Gains
is the name of the pain
in my purse and the hitch
in my get along
which is worse....

All the happened
was a gift
that now has
seen a shift
from my purse
to some fat cats

to spend without
my consent
every last cent

of course the
pot holes in the town
could drown a cat
worse by far
absolutely ruin ones car

the city council has no idea
where the moneys coming
from to fix those holes
in the roads 'cause
most of those dopes
ride bikes in lanes
built with my dollars
just the same
it all is a terrible shame
as I don't have a car
nor a bike
shanks mare I use
when I take a hike!!!

[January24th]

Poets serve the people well
when doubling their entendre
disguising a good, "Go to Hell"
for the democratic genre

Wryly noting ironies
a poet's work is never done
jabbing at cruel tyrannies
in words scarce known by some

So if you seek to prove what's true
or need a bon mot, quick riposte,
a poet's muse is their for you
With free advice for twice the cost!

[Kay Syrah]

you guys are all too funny! should be illegal to laugh today.

writing's a good simile
for tax forms and insanity
we twist and turn and lose our forms
but keep it going night and morn.

Of tax forms I have had enough
and where the metaphor fails
I wish I could just fill them in
with stuff that I made up.

My brain is taxed and overtaxed
and thoughts I should be lending
to adding up and taking down
I'm using for my own spending.

Long. Live. Free. Enterprise. Later

[Camachee]

democracy
is a cool
cruel
tyrant
too attuned
to the me
mine
more
demands
of wolves
and lambs
voting on
dinner

[January24th]

"shanks mare I use
when I take a hike!!!"

I haven't heard "shanks mare" since forever! Nice!
:)

[Kay Syrah]

Sprinkler

make mist and seek rainbows as a solution
to the failure of necessary moisture.

What blooms in sandy loam draws a colour from the arch,
and lets the leaf catch a lens from its dripping cup.

And there burns a memory upon its skin
that tastes honeyed light in concentrated pain.

Rain upon the earth and sweet sorrow to know
thirst that finds relief as I remember you again.

[Kay Syrah]

message

the birds lift
from the lawn
that is greening
into the blue
haze waiting
to become
a rain,
the movement
of each thing
measured
at the speed


of forever
from this moment
that began with
"oh."

[Soaring Feather]

Sprinkler

Lovely.

[Camachee]

you doubt
the nights
we shared
when the moon
was central
integral
to our spatial
geometry
and quiet
orbiting
our conversation

[Camachee]

i thought
magic
the interlude
between
possibility
and tomorrow
and never
expected
you'd take me

[Kay Syrah]

Boa Joga

Just for kicks,
she smiles a smokey half smile
exhaling without guilt
looking up and contemplating
the uncomplaining constellations
without rancour or regret.

The one touch almost goal
fought thru low kicks
and danced upon a turf
with focus skill and sweat,
lofted with english and guile,
to put one on the board.

But still amused and pained
that the bored reported no score
and thinking it a shame
some don't understand
nil-nil is really a lovely outcome
cause its such a beautiful game.

[Soaring Feather]

Boa Joga


I really like this. :-)

[Camachee]

sitting
for some time
tireless
tieless
shoeless
slumped in pillows
of solitude
he considered
her silence
and felt shame

[Camachee]

nature
abhors
a void
but giggles
at symmetry

[Camachee]

she hung
his portrait
on a peg
of endearment
uncertain
it would outlast
a hardwood frame
or an unnamed
desire

[Camachee]

i can't
account
for the chords
in our song
or the melody
we seem
to sing
or our rhythm

[Camachee]

The history of every civilization is written in the flutter accumulation of paper disregarded and resting in its gutters.

[January24th]

is it wrong
to anticipate
a happy ending
or remember
a magic beginning
while the meanwhile
is so memorable?

[Camachee]

ifalongs
are the art
of ambiguity

i don't
regret
today's
requiem
for
tomorrow