Jon's Poetry

topic posted Sun, October 7, 2007 - 8:24 AM by  Jon
Vaulting Height Moon View
White Grey, A Soft White Light Peace
Blue Canopy Sky

Sky Vast Vast High Height
Tiny Black Dotted Sky Flight
Wisps, Vaulted Power

Super Blue Cool Dawn
Movement Flashes The New Sky
Dawn Calligraphy

The Red Sharp Shock Orange
Fall Maple Leaves By Hundreds!
All Stop Stark Against Sky


Suburban Landscape Dreams,
The Sky That Would Wish To Be,
Full Floated Fluff Stuff.


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these two are from a writing prompt
“to one who has gone”


Now And Now And Gone,
Hands Held To Head And Screaming
All Tear Born Scarred

Quake; Shaking, Rattling
Rock Cavern Hollow Heart Tear
Wishing Wet Eyes Would Speak

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another darker one

Paper Shreds, Flailed
The Scattering To Empty
When I What Was Once

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an “insomnia” haiku

Lagging Nagging Now
Oh No The Again Again
Laughing Dancing Bones

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from an image of Bryce National Park


Stark Erosion Forms
The Eons Of Slow Sculpture
Sand, Beige And Sweet Reds

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From an image of Ikebana

On The Table Lines Speak
There Content Colors Reply
My Eyes Stopped, Joy!

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from an image of Zion National Park

Soft Red Meanders
The Quiet Life In Corners
Sandstone Beauty Pause

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From the image of a whale and sunset

Gentle Setting Orb
A Whale Celebrates The Sun
Big Happy Boy Splash!

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From the image of a peony:

A Gentle Offering
Open Hands Up To The Sky
This Proud Standing Pink


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Grand Canyon

www.aqua.co.za/assa_jhb/n...Arizona.JPG

Open Vast-Scape Sight
Glorious Red Purple Hue
Thrown Here For Our Eye

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www.webpages.uidaho.edu/~rfrey...tus.jpg


Pond Is Cool Water
There Supported Standing Up
White Flower Smile

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Eyes And Millions And
Tall Trees In The Everywheres
Black Bird Eyes Darting

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Big Big Belly Paws
White Bouncy Ready Peppy
Happy Tiger Day

www.babyanimalz.com/images/b...igers.jpg

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this one is from a photo posted in the Photography Tribe

Greens Seek Blues Seek Peace
There! In The Waning Corner!
Blue Rainbow Mushroom

gophoto.tribe.net/photos/f8...925c0d23a9

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Bossman comedy ones


Sugar plum sweet joy
The tasks he gives me to do
I love my boss so

Soft flower petals
The words he speaks to me
Gentle Dear Bossman

Gentle Dear Bossman
I Brought My Gun Today
Who Is The Boss Now?

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Black And White Stripes
This Mime Is Driving Me Nuts
Mime Murder Smile-Joy

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White Star Center Dance
Sharp Cool Blue Spiral Primed
Otherworld Pinwheel

www.hermann-uwe.de/files/im...iew_0.jpg

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Bird Bird Bird Hop Hop
Peppy Pop Popping Hop Hop
Wind Gust, Glance, Then Gone

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Die Huge Silverfish
Object Of My Frustration
Thwack! I Feel Better

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Water Wishes, Wants
Mixings, Blues, Lines, Whites And Breath
Stop - Satisfaction

www.heilmandesigns.com/waterf...2.j.jpg

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Canvass And Palette
Soft Orange Purple Caress
Sweet Pastel Sky Sigh

www.cadtutor.net/ibank/ras...sky-13.jpg

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Rose And Dew And Gray
Soft Simple Quiet Morning
A Taste of the Sky

www.georgeledger.co.uk/images...B&W.jpg


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Sky Deep Sky Blue, Rich
Sand Grass Are Hair Stalks, Rich Lines
Sharp Funk Touches Sky

www.qedata.se/bilder/gall...and-dag2.jpg

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Beauty's Lonely Tear
She Waits For One Who Is Gone
Flower Petal wind

www.duckdaotsu.org/11/LadyXiangsm.jpg

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Two Haiku-sketches from a picture inspiration


She Shyly Wishes
While Wondering What Elves Do
Hides Her Face And Smiles

Glowing Living Free
Sunlight Playing In The Field
These Tinies Are Gold


www.fotosearch.com/comp/BNS...PL024.jpg


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That Someday I Might
The Richer Reds Dissolve, Burn Deep
Flame-Licks Tick, Tick, Tick

www.gladlylearn.com/Flames1024.bmp

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Secluded Aqua
Haven From Daily Task's Toil
Water-Peace-Mind-Rest


www.indodaman.com/images/Th...erfall.gif

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comedy haiku

She Surely Knows You
She Tells You All This Daily
You Do Not Listen

www.americansforprosperity.org/in...jpg

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Strong Colors Dancing
Power In Every Breath
Sky As Yellow Fire


static.flickr.com/29/678109...82d2_b.jpg


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Odd Horizontal
Silly Staring Goat
Curiously Bent Eyes

www.shoreshheritageranch.com/pho....JPG

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Little Bear Mister
Ready To Hug The Whole World
Happy Forest Day

imagecache2.allposters.com/imag...s.jpg


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Take Me Back And Home
To Sleep Among Rose Petals
Dream-Rest In Eden


www.instruction.greenriver.edu/lm...JPG


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Three Thoughtful Tears Today
Slowly, Deliberate, Calm
Broken Bones, Mourning


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Bloated Ugly Puff
Drained Wasted Bold Useless
Another Today

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Quiet Pale Breeze Wafts
Peony's Stinging Sweetness
All-Awed-Stark-Silence

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Scrawny Little Brat
Spawn Of Some Restless Gremlin
Spitball In My Ear

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NY Commuting
Crazy Anger Race To Nowhere
Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick

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Wobbly Baby Walk
Tender Chubby Cherub Cheeks
Blossom Sunrise Smile

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Pale Neck Lifted Back
Awe-Glory Waking Expanse
The Sky Standing Up

www.oursaviorchurch.org/school...lds.jpg
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Jon
offline Jon
New Jersey
  • Re: Jon's Poetry

    Sun, October 7, 2007 - 9:57 PM
    I like the idea of using images to trigger the writting.
    Your words cause my mind to divert out of it's normal word flow; kind of an eloquent obtuse style. I like them.
    Thanks for sharing.
    • Re: Jon's Poetry

      Tue, October 9, 2007 - 2:28 PM
      thanks Joshua..

      +++

      and there the thing that I was was
      waiting or hoping or something
      teasing the day through
      wishing for something, always.

      This day, today, the morning had dew,
      it touched the roof's tar paper sheets,
      Odd little black entities moistened out of lethargy, reflecting light,
      tiny mirrors on the landscape of suburban houses

      houses
      pink-green-yellow-dyed-blue dotting the Jersey roads winding threads in the dreams and thoughts and toils
      • Poetic Prose Musings

        Wed, October 10, 2007 - 6:11 AM
        wrote some poetic prose musings

        Inspired by interacting with yet another crazed 15 year old online.

        This kid reminded me a lot of governments, our government, other governments and, really, all institutions of power.

        There is a schoolyard bully around and beating up the other kids.

        Seeing that, our institution's decide to stop the bully and use force.

        OK.

        But the problem is not resolved.

        The bully's father is beating him daily. That is the real cause.

        And, it seems, no matter how many advanced degrees people have who run the large institutions of power, they still function through the simplest of paradigms, without the barest of reflection as to cause or effect.

        Like a gang of Ph's reflecting on whether to punch the bully in the stomach or in the face, issuing 100 page + documents with the pros and cons of each "solution," while never for a second even entertaining the notion of another solution beyond punching, beyond violence, etc.

        And not just so with big international global politics...but with all kinds of decisions. The boss choosing to be authoritarian and abusive to employees, even if kindness is not only more effective in achieving the short term business goals, but produces harmony, devotion to work, community spirit - all things, which, in the long run, drive business to true success.

        Government Power
        Psychotic Myopia Dance
        Me Me Me Me Me

        Government Power
        Spastic Flailing Empty Zero
        Only The Heart Knows

        Sadistic Mocking
        Destruction Invocation
        Boomerang Ringing

        Endless Useless Toil
        But For One Moment Of Peace
        Or? - More Useless Toil

        A Golden Drop's Calm
        The Sweet Taste Of Pure Patience
        New World's Dawning

        Everyone's Home
        Holding Out Warm Heart To All
        Clarity Bell Sound

        Hatred Struggle Hate
        Tortured Dark Devil's Quaking
        I Just Cannot Stop

        Wanting Much More
        Trying Every Wrong Way
        Banking My Own End

        Coffins All Around
        I Take My Cold Nails And Smile
        Hammer Them All In

        Monkey Mind Dancing
        Intelligence's Large BlowBack
        What Wondrous Waste





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        • new

          Wed, October 24, 2007 - 9:01 AM

          Tiny Terribles
          These Tears She Sweetly Chooses
          My Long Sighing Sighs
          • Dating Haiku

            Thu, November 1, 2007 - 12:34 PM


            Lesion, Open Wound,
            Salt, Sore, Perforation, Rent
            Split, Tear, Howl, Screech, Mourn
            • two

              Sun, November 4, 2007 - 7:40 AM
              two from this picture


              Mountain Powerful
              Howl Of Exotic Furies
              Reigning Dune Sea Scape


              Patient Wispy Peace
              Hot Air By Each Breath's Movement
              Sand's Slow Hand's Waiting



              library.thinkquest.org/05aug/...nd2.jpg
              • new

                Tue, November 6, 2007 - 3:00 PM

                Present Memory
                All Hollow Teardrop Echoes
                Bending Willow Sigh
                • Re: new

                  Wed, November 14, 2007 - 11:58 PM
                  Forceful Solid Strong
                  Lofty Dreaming Centered Home
                  Blue Sky Eye-Ripples

                  irreversibleprocess.com/photos...sky.jpg
                  • This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.

                    Re: new

                    Mon, December 3, 2007 - 11:22 AM
                    haiku sketch with photo...

                    Chinese Mountain Haze
                    Pull And Take Me Full Beyond
                    Heaven Touches Earth

                    www.citscanada.com/cities/i..._copy.JPG
                    • Re: new

                      Tue, December 18, 2007 - 1:43 PM
                      sky and I
                      and you and I
                      and here and there
                      and everywhere
                      and everywheres
                      blues into hues and everywheres
                      sky is winter and winter is sky
                      here
                      where
                      my eye
                      stops to pause
                      and perhaps seeks to whisper
                      • Re: new

                        Tue, December 18, 2007 - 11:15 PM
                        love this!
                        • Re: new

                          Thu, December 27, 2007 - 11:14 PM
                          thanks so much!

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                          Present Now: A Stream



                          Power torrents.

                          Power torrents
                          Over rocks.

                          -Water,
                          I like its amenities.

                          -Water,
                          I like the electricities.
                          I approach.

                          There!
                          The gurgling!
                          There some clattering.
                          And there again some gurglings.
                          (they giggle).

                          Water mists.
                          That's its tendency.
                          I like the electric subtleties.
                          They're my eccentricity.
                          • Re: new

                            Wed, January 9, 2008 - 8:15 AM
                            Hope-sky sunray burst
                            Into thick of the forest
                            Heart-hope light call

                            www.soundsleeping.com/uploade...0216.png
                            • Re: new

                              Fri, January 18, 2008 - 1:19 AM
                              static calm
                              and
                              waiting.
                              every raindrop finds its home.

                              In the 3AM air, wet Jersey asphalt glistens in the soft and steady rain.
                              tiny drumbeats
                              gentle reflected light

                              street lights have become night stars as the gray Heavens cloud the sky

                              no one stirs
                              everyone sleeping

                              opening the window, I breathe in, steady and slow, relishing each morsel of air's movement
                              • Re: new

                                Wed, January 23, 2008 - 8:14 PM
                                haiku-sketch with photo (not mine, just one I found online)

                                Ripe Full Snow Branches
                                Sing Strong To The Surrounding
                                Solid Crisp Blue Frame Sky


                                www.hooah.com/images/1163...branches.jpg
                                • Re: new

                                  Tue, January 29, 2008 - 5:55 PM
                                  Passing And Now Gone
                                  Here Just Not So Long Ago
                                  Time Marching Tear-Ticks
                                  • Re: new

                                    Thu, February 21, 2008 - 12:52 PM
                                    We saw the eclipse, here in NJ!

                                    was extremely clear. We watched from about 10 PM EST to 11PM...the moon had a tiny bit of light left and we watched as in about 15 minutes it went completely shaded.

                                    Was absolutely glorious!

                                    Bright shining night star
                                    Soft light of peace
                                    calling me into a needed calm
                                    Quirky weird joy
                                    Stunning sky-art
                                    Glorious moment!
                                    • darker one...

                                      Mon, March 3, 2008 - 7:38 AM
                                      Remuneration for the Licientious

                                      Remuneration for the licientious moves and twists and pulls that press in and irk me, walking of the bloodied edge of today's razor.

                                      It ain't easy falling off the mountaintop, watching your limp and helpless, worthless weight fall bouncing from crag to crag, smashing bones into powders of various hues

                                      or watching a kidney pop out and land with you,

                                      next to you,
                                      in a pool of the ooze of your daily mind's wish to be something more.

                                      It ain't easy dropping off the top of the mountain, each and every day to the tune of 10,000 days,picking yourself up, like it didn't just happen,
                                      like you weren't just walking into the set of a horror movie,
                                      but this one is real
                                      and it is
                                      your life.

                                      It ain't easy falling off the top of that mountain,
                                      bouncing and barking and wailing,
                                      all the neighbor children running from the screams,
                                      crying, "Monster! Monster! Mommy, there's a Monster!"
                                      And the villagers all ready with torches and pitchforks to splay you open even wider.

                                      Your eyes
                                      just staring
                                      your ears
                                      just listening between the whistles and buzzes and cracks and cobwebs.

                                      And they think you are just the mailman, walking down their block, with a sack of mail, ready to deliver it with a smile, like some Norman Rockwell painting.

                                      It ain't easy and everyday falling off the mountaintop.
                                      Picking up succumbed limbs and flailing wildly forward because no gentle movement is possible,

                                      Watching everyone run from the grotesque scene as quickly as possible,
                                      Taking dead ancient Greek warriors as comrades, ready to nurse their wounds with them and call them friend from the haunted shadows they call home. But ghosts are never good company.

                                      It ain't easy falling off the mountaintop, and the multiple horrors and the daily sweeping endless toil of the crypt keeper waiting in hope for some salary.
                                      • new one

                                        Sun, March 9, 2008 - 5:53 PM
                                        from the inspiration of this picture:

                                        Invitation, a piece by Annie Haslam, of the 70's rock band Renaissance

                                        www.anniehaslam.com/ah_ahcollection.html

                                        cosmos swirl
                                        infinity swirl
                                        infinity-dream-sky-scape
                                        hope for our own home
                                        • Re: new one

                                          Mon, March 17, 2008 - 4:14 PM
                                          wrote this while listening to:

                                          Clannad feat. Bono - In a lifetime

                                          www.youtube.com/watch

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                                          wend my way down
                                          the forest has never been more beautiful

                                          i remember you
                                          the time that seemed to have left me now gone

                                          and I'm

                                          this weathering old man

                                          as the rain, in the distance calls, falling in gentle droves

                                          heavy droves in beating strength falling down

                                          rain is today's reminder

                                          and I

                                          remember you

                                          wend my way down
                                          to gentle rain

                                          wend my way down
                                          and this forest has never been more beautiful

                                          I call to you from the forest floor, unable to see
                                          the vaulting height of the curious and hiding sun
                                          • Re: new one

                                            Sun, March 23, 2008 - 4:32 PM
                                            Babies are beauties like rain the way rain is sweet in

                                            the summer when the wind just almost dies and it

                                            brings falling bits of moisture pressing ever closer

                                            and then a merge and drops form on your cheeks as you

                                            walk and move and wish and hope and dream and remember

                                            the time, under the living room table when all the Big

                                            People were doing Big People stuff and you were free

                                            and safe from them and watching and uncaring and safe

                                            and free the way children smile the way babies smile,

                                            soft as fresh rain
                                            • Re: new one

                                              Tue, April 15, 2008 - 8:12 PM
                                              so many old days are fettered and tattered almost memories of half things and spotted, tarnished, useless, wasted things, waning and waiting and wanting for nothings or old remembrances of semi-nothings when or when or when it would - but it won't.

                                              that's ok, I tell myself and soldier my fettered self onward through annoyingly boring musings.

                                              today I was walking down the street
                                              found a garbage can rolling in the middle
                                              waiting to cause some damage to some car and to some insurance company's bottom line when
                                              there
                                              among the detritus of the garbage, it's can and my thoughts,
                                              was a teenie,
                                              a purple flower sticking up
                                              in the middle of the crab grass so I bent it and snapped it and kept it and put it in a container so I could hold the power of the that sharp purple close to me, where it wouldn't fade and I gave it to share it with someone the beauty of it
                                              thebeautyofit
  • Re: Jon's Poetry

    Sun, April 20, 2008 - 11:34 PM
    Thank you for telling me about this, Jon.

    I really like your images and how you deliver them. My favorite stanza of the first poem is the one which concludes "Dawn Calligraphy."

    In fact, reading this poem, I see someone gazing at the sky all night and into day. It's very peaceful. And there are so few verbs that when one does appear, and lengthens the line thereby, that line stands out to me as having more emotion. The verbless lines feel completely meditative and I see the sky, stars or sun. But when a verb appears, especially in the last stanza a series of verbs, "...would wish to be" my inner vision shifts from the sky, to the human being watching it.

    It is lovely !

    Carol
    • Re: Jon's Poetry

      Mon, May 5, 2008 - 10:56 AM
      Suburban NJ Park

      In night, when the ripples that water makes,
      are pieces of silver,
      that my eyes buy,

      there,

      I was walking around a small lake
      with petals from planted trees moving in a slow breeze,
      a slow jazz piece, playing to and for any and everyone,

      there,

      with the water ripples accenting the play on the petals in the breeze,
      with some children walking near to me,
      with their new hopes and future dreams,

      there,
      stopping or lurking, like some spy looking in upon a life that was not granted to me,
      feral,
      and wanting in
      to the world
      of which
      I was
      not.

      there,

      I saw an egret in a tree!
      Odd white bird standing!
      In a tree!
      20 feet off the ground
      and
      staring at me!

      Two strangers watching the mutual strangeness dance between us,
      each,
      saying to the other,
      "Hey, man, do you belong here?"

      And I smiled that quirky old man smile that you get when you are and when you know and your sandpaper
      thoughts and gravely voice meet the day the way the grandpas did, with their 1950's cigars and
      pot-bellies and rough-life-lived-eyes.

      And the egret,
      still staring at me,
      perfectly innocent eyes staring,
      wanting to know,
      what I was doing there...

      I had no answer as I walked on watching more silvered ripples play in the light on the suburban New Jersey pond, by the street lights, near the old movie theater, the fancy new ice cream shop and the town library where young mothers go, with life in their eyes and joy and hope and joy and hope for their children, precious diamond gems all, decorating the landscape with a forbidden beauty I watch from the distance of my staccato breath-halting lungs.

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