M E — An April Meditation from “My Existence”
As A Most WElcoME-AWEsoME-Me-ta-we-ical Love Song

Ahoy, Odysseans!

If you can live with me you can die with me.
If you can hope with me you can love with me.
If Continue reading →

I’ll never know where it comes from,
Back in the hills somewhere, but . . .
Here I am again — sharing our Spring again —
Standing beside this little brook’s waterfall.
Oh, the tales carried in its flow over Continue reading →

I think memory’s collapsed of that first kiss.
Perhaps in eight grade — could have been Ginger,
Who I remember but holding hands with;
Or someone in that spin-the-bottle group;
Funny, I just remember being there.
I’m sure I kissed Continue reading →

This is APOETESSAY by mdok — 2/27/19 —

IT’S TIME WE QUIT FOOLING OURSELVES —To be read aloud with gusto and various oratorical displays

COME ON– THIS IS NO UNI…VERSE — And the Doomsday Clock’s minute-hand is wiggling!
Nothing Continue reading →

OF THE WHENTOWHERESOEVER I GO AS YOU
SINGING THE WONDER SHOULD SONG
THROUGH “THE SHOALS OF THE WONTSUNODI”

Singing you’ll never be gone from me
Until I’m gone from myself
And, as you, can’t return:
Songs of the so it Continue reading →

Go study vocally&locally the world’s scriptures&stones,
The alchemies, dualities, the shaman bones,
The orchestrations, oracles&orisons,
The ritual kneelings&prayings, magics of gestures&gracings,
The holy-writs, homilies, and horoscopings,
The ritual celebrations, psalms, and bondings,
The dogmas-the duties-the daily dictations………
Of tradition, orthodoxy, Continue reading →

This cry-sound-angst has a long history.
To sound the cry now is as the first time
Any creature felt it and body-shook
With death’s cry-hurt welled from deep inside,
Bursting to get outside and be yelled-out!

Its start, poet-cried by Continue reading →

Whose sky this is I surely know.
It’s every ones with all its glunk.
None sees me stopped here in the snow
To moan these skies filled with space junk.

My car’s horses pollute that air;
Idling alone, no home-fire Continue reading →

OF THE WHENTOWHERESOEVER I GO AS YOU
SINGING THE WONDER SHOULD SONG
THROUGH “THE SHOALS OF THE WONTSUNODI”

Singing you’ll never be gone from me
Until I’m gone from myself
And, as you, can’t return:
Songs of the so it Continue reading →

Since I’ve no clout — no friends no lovers about — and life’s a random-rout–
These songs keep coming back for some kind of sung —
Cause I’m getting older–so choir-clung-full of memories,
Can still feel the rhyme of blue Continue reading →