Guide me once again,
dear muse
Deep into the wild
wherein lay my ancestry
abiding amongst the clover
upon the mystic Highlands
Where the goats do graze
and aye the zephyr's breeze
blazens my cheeks ablush
To step upon the grasslands
cradled with soft mosses
framed with black eyed suzies
and amber stalks of rye
Take me away as before
touch the golden silence
embrace the heart's own rhythm
befriending the seeds of life
Guide me once again,
dear love
12/18/11
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Cricket
A cricket sat upon
My golden glasses' rim
He looked me in the eye
And I looked back at him
His eyes were big and round
One eyelid blinked a wink
I gazed at him and asked
"What is it that you think?"
He bobbed his head, stroked his legs
Playing a solemn tune
Then he answered wisely
Beneath the silver moon
"My life it may be short
Yet I work day and night
My melodies I play
With great purpose and delight
For those in wood and town
The two-legged creatures great
Reminding them that if I cease
They'll know it is too late."
He hopped right off my glasses
And sauntered to the trees
At night now when I hear him
I bow upon my knees
september 15, 2oo7
judithpiper
***
My friend Brian, designed an awesome art piece based on this poem.
Then his mom-in-law quilted it.
***
"The Cricket Knot"
My golden glasses' rim
He looked me in the eye
And I looked back at him
His eyes were big and round
One eyelid blinked a wink
I gazed at him and asked
"What is it that you think?"
He bobbed his head, stroked his legs
Playing a solemn tune
Then he answered wisely
Beneath the silver moon
"My life it may be short
Yet I work day and night
My melodies I play
With great purpose and delight
For those in wood and town
The two-legged creatures great
Reminding them that if I cease
They'll know it is too late."
He hopped right off my glasses
And sauntered to the trees
At night now when I hear him
I bow upon my knees
september 15, 2oo7
judithpiper
***
My friend Brian, designed an awesome art piece based on this poem.
Then his mom-in-law quilted it.
***
"The Cricket Knot"
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Whitewash
Prowling in veneer
Camouflage of empathy
Words of deceit
Laced with honesty
Dripping with sincerity
Twined with humor
Prey uncloaked
Vulnerable
Seeking
Desiring to trust
Back stab
Daggering the prey
Six months pass
Prey empowered
Enough to speak her truth
Out loud
Predator pounces
Spewing lies
Without remorse
Pseudo-righteous cause
Character assassination
Prey again speaks aloud
Predator's mask cracks
Unravels
Then the whitewash
Erasure
No accountability
Prey wounded, stifled
Soul violation
No roll call
Another non-person
Camouflage of empathy
Words of deceit
Laced with honesty
Dripping with sincerity
Twined with humor
Cloaking devices
Prey uncloaked
Vulnerable
Seeking
Desiring to trust
Trust won
Back stab
Daggering the prey
Prey dazed, confused
Six months pass
Prey empowered
Enough to speak her truth
Out loud
Predator pounces
Spewing lies
Without remorse
Pseudo-righteous cause
Character assassination
Prey shell-shocked, disbelief
Prey again speaks aloud
Predator's mask cracks
Unravels
Then the whitewash
Erasure
No accountability
Prey wounded, stifled
Soul violation
No roll call
Another non-person
Deja vu
Monday, October 31, 2011
One Piece of Trash
I saw a piece of trash
on the ground today.
I could have walked right by
and let that litter lay.
I paused a moment, looked around,
as people quickly passed.
Reaching down I wondered,
why do we move so fast?
Maybe folks will notice
when the litter is a heap.
I hope we soon slow down
before it gets too deep.
april 11, 2007
carolwelch
on the ground today.
I could have walked right by
and let that litter lay.
I paused a moment, looked around,
as people quickly passed.
Reaching down I wondered,
why do we move so fast?
Maybe folks will notice
when the litter is a heap.
I hope we soon slow down
before it gets too deep.
april 11, 2007
carolwelch
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Egesta
(Warning: language content)
I scoop poop
That's what I do
Day in, day out
Baggies with poo
Ridding the earth
Properly
Excrement
From four-legged
Beasts
To all the two-legged
Creatures
Who use others as
Commodities
I curse the air
You breathe
With velvet-cloaked dagger
You slice
Faux righteousness as
Your cause
Deed exacted, harm complete
You feign all is well
Moving on to your next
Endeavor
You whitewash
Dipping your brush in
Turpentine
You cleanse and sanitize
Curse every one of you
Whores and bastards
If a hell exists
May you be consumed
By a slow burn
Until then
May all your days
Be bathed by masturbation
I prefer the
Excrement
Bestowed by four-legged
Beasts
*******************
egest - to discharge, as from the body; void (opposed to ingest)
egesta - matter egested from the body, as excrement or other waste
*******************
Context?
Just a bit peeved at liars and thieves and manipulators.
I despise cover up, despise it with a passion.
It happens all the time, every day...in little things and large. All over this planet.
I hope to not grow cynical and to find gratitude for the good and to keep a tender heart in spite of the continual drippings of deceit that surround.
What prompted my anger was when I heard of yet another story of corporate downsizing (in a sleazy manner). It was the straw on the camel's back after the past year of an initially misdiagnosed ongoing drug-induced injury with no accountability on the pharmaceutical end; after mental health therapist abuse with no accountability and then the therapist publicly lying about it and me (and others) and then apparently running from the state and then what appears to be trying to erase the harms; after my car and bike get stolen from a garage and the waiting game not knowing if the garage will take any accountability; not to mention the residual leftover debris of previous years and decades.
One drip at a time to try to crust the heart.
It's the no accountability, the hush factor, that pisses me off. Gawd it can make my blood boil.
Now onto laughter and good stuff...I hope.
_________________
I scoop poop
That's what I do
Day in, day out
Baggies with poo
Ridding the earth
Properly
Excrement
From four-legged
Beasts
To all the two-legged
Creatures
Who use others as
Commodities
I curse the air
You breathe
With velvet-cloaked dagger
You slice
Faux righteousness as
Your cause
Deed exacted, harm complete
You feign all is well
Moving on to your next
Endeavor
You whitewash
Dipping your brush in
Turpentine
You cleanse and sanitize
Curse every one of you
Whores and bastards
If a hell exists
May you be consumed
By a slow burn
Until then
May all your days
Be bathed by masturbation
I prefer the
Excrement
Bestowed by four-legged
Beasts
*******************
egest - to discharge, as from the body; void (opposed to ingest)
egesta - matter egested from the body, as excrement or other waste
*******************
Context?
Just a bit peeved at liars and thieves and manipulators.
I despise cover up, despise it with a passion.
It happens all the time, every day...in little things and large. All over this planet.
I hope to not grow cynical and to find gratitude for the good and to keep a tender heart in spite of the continual drippings of deceit that surround.
What prompted my anger was when I heard of yet another story of corporate downsizing (in a sleazy manner). It was the straw on the camel's back after the past year of an initially misdiagnosed ongoing drug-induced injury with no accountability on the pharmaceutical end; after mental health therapist abuse with no accountability and then the therapist publicly lying about it and me (and others) and then apparently running from the state and then what appears to be trying to erase the harms; after my car and bike get stolen from a garage and the waiting game not knowing if the garage will take any accountability; not to mention the residual leftover debris of previous years and decades.
One drip at a time to try to crust the heart.
It's the no accountability, the hush factor, that pisses me off. Gawd it can make my blood boil.
Now onto laughter and good stuff...I hope.
_________________
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Progress
At the gas pump
the screen asks
"Would you like a receipt?"
I push a button
"Yes"
In my palm
on the screen
"4" appears
in a little app circle
With my stylus
I tap the circle
The screen asks
"Would you like
to update?"
With my stylus I tap
"Yes"
The screen states
I have to sign into
my account
With my stylus
I tap in my password
The screen states
I have to agree
to the new contract
Sixty-four pages
I read the first line
With my stylus
I tap
"agree"
wondering what
I agree to
In the checkout line
the screen asks
if the amount is correct
I press
"Yes"
Updates
Permissions
Information
Overload
New and improved
All behind
screens
the screen asks
"Would you like a receipt?"
I push a button
"Yes"
In my palm
on the screen
"4" appears
in a little app circle
With my stylus
I tap the circle
The screen asks
"Would you like
to update?"
With my stylus I tap
"Yes"
The screen states
I have to sign into
my account
With my stylus
I tap in my password
The screen states
I have to agree
to the new contract
Sixty-four pages
I read the first line
With my stylus
I tap
"agree"
wondering what
I agree to
In the checkout line
the screen asks
if the amount is correct
I press
"Yes"
Updates
Permissions
Information
Overload
New and improved
All behind
screens
Face Odds
Trust eludes me
Once I believed
humans were basically good
Once I believed
people were altruistic
I tended
to take folks
at
face value
Trust is ever decreasing
as thieves,
masked manipulators,
disguised liars
reveal their
true facial contours
while trying
to save
face
I think I need
to learn
to read
faces
more clearly
Facades
______________
Once I believed
humans were basically good
Once I believed
people were altruistic
I tended
to take folks
at
face value
Trust is ever decreasing
as thieves,
masked manipulators,
disguised liars
reveal their
true facial contours
while trying
to save
face
I think I need
to learn
to read
faces
more clearly
Facades
______________
Friday, August 12, 2011
scent of life
hedge trimmers
whir, vroom
power tool
we approach
labrador azalea
on leash
we sniff the air
sweet aroma
fresh cut ivy
"that's the smell
of the ivy's blood"
azalea doesn't seem
to care
amputated leaves
and vines
will soon feel
rigor mortis
i wonder if
ivy feels
i can't recall
the scent of human blood
freshly taken
hope i never have to
i wonder if it too
smells sweet
8/12/11
judithpiper
___________________
whir, vroom
power tool
we approach
labrador azalea
on leash
we sniff the air
sweet aroma
fresh cut ivy
"that's the smell
of the ivy's blood"
azalea doesn't seem
to care
amputated leaves
and vines
will soon feel
rigor mortis
i wonder if
ivy feels
i can't recall
the scent of human blood
freshly taken
hope i never have to
i wonder if it too
smells sweet
8/12/11
judithpiper
___________________
Thursday, August 11, 2011
sides of summer
sun sits
on the back side of summer now
glowing hue a bit different
softer in the evenings
days are shortening
a little at a time
sun becoming farther away
each day, tad by tad
on the front side of summer
tadpoles swam in shallow waters
deep brown or black tails
with heads
one might not conclude
the bouncy frog by the river bank
was hatched with no legs
back then
on the other side of summer
on the other side of summer
august 11, 2011
judithpiper
______________________________
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
night walk in summer
hubby, grand-dog, and I
post sunset walk,
neighborhood street,
quiet,
headlights
from the occasional passing car
shadows in the woods,
sculpted images
like Dr. Suess trees
that could be monsters
in the night
covered they are
with kudzu
hearty, indestructible kudzu
vines that grow a foot a day,
deep green foliage,
shapely grape-like leaves,
rich in protein for horses
vines woven into baskets,
root powdered into thickener,
ingredient in candy,
killer of trees
but one would not know
it's a murderer,
neither does the kudzu
as its beautiful green
bonds together the hillsides
and trees
smothering out life-giving
sun light
i enjoy the shadows
on our pre-bedtime walk
august 10, 2011
judithpiper
post sunset walk,
neighborhood street,
quiet,
headlights
from the occasional passing car
shadows in the woods,
sculpted images
like Dr. Suess trees
that could be monsters
in the night
covered they are
with kudzu
hearty, indestructible kudzu
vines that grow a foot a day,
deep green foliage,
shapely grape-like leaves,
rich in protein for horses
vines woven into baskets,
root powdered into thickener,
ingredient in candy,
killer of trees
but one would not know
it's a murderer,
neither does the kudzu
as its beautiful green
bonds together the hillsides
and trees
smothering out life-giving
sun light
i enjoy the shadows
on our pre-bedtime walk
august 10, 2011
judithpiper
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
field of ferns
field of green
sways in the breeze
like seaweed under water
dancing with the current
dividing the field, a blacktop
the structure placed by man
to traverse our mother's elements
like a submarine amongst sea weeds
tar, earth, wind ferns
steel, water, sea greens
nature, inventions, ingenuity
responsibility, respect, awe
august 09, 2011
judithpiper
__________________
sways in the breeze
like seaweed under water
dancing with the current
dividing the field, a blacktop
the structure placed by man
to traverse our mother's elements
like a submarine amongst sea weeds
tar, earth, wind ferns
steel, water, sea greens
nature, inventions, ingenuity
responsibility, respect, awe
august 09, 2011
judithpiper
__________________
Monday, August 8, 2011
the present
***************
ashamed
of things past
not of things yet future,
though I know there
will be more
hopefully
less than in the past
august 8, 2011
judithpiper
***************
ashamed
of things past
not of things yet future,
though I know there
will be more
hopefully
less than in the past
august 8, 2011
judithpiper
***************
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Ledger's Balance
Time rushes through my life
like a river's untamed rapids
I embrace a rock for anchor
~but alas, I'm swept away...
Time trickles through my fingers
like water through a sieve
I clinch and try to grasp it
~with no affect upon the flow...
Time sits, patiently waiting
like a father for an absent son
I behold their yearned reunion
~and for a moment, glimpse eternity...
May our days spent by seconds
tip the ledger's balance
toward time that sits
~momentary glimpses of eternity...
february 12, 2oo8
judithpiper
***
~Nuff said...
***
like a river's untamed rapids
I embrace a rock for anchor
~but alas, I'm swept away...
Time trickles through my fingers
like water through a sieve
I clinch and try to grasp it
~with no affect upon the flow...
Time sits, patiently waiting
like a father for an absent son
I behold their yearned reunion
~and for a moment, glimpse eternity...
May our days spent by seconds
tip the ledger's balance
toward time that sits
~momentary glimpses of eternity...
february 12, 2oo8
judithpiper
***
~Nuff said...
***
Sunday, July 17, 2011
If Only
I thought I was through
the grief, the loss, the longing.
I guess it comes in stages
o'er and o'er again.
How many times must I cross this bridge?
I cannot seem to stop
this river's rise and swell.
A life its own, it spills over.
My soul once again overwhelmed
with sorrow, grief, tears of deep remorse.
I wish I had a dam
to somehow contain the swell.
But I don't
So I guess I'll let it spill.
march 10, 2007
~me
***
So much grief after leaving a "family" one's known for almost 3 decades.
So much grief even in reunions with past parted loved ones from the time in the family, reunions that occur after leaving the family, reunions that are joyful...yet bittersweet.
The grief needs to be honored; otherwise it might fester.
Festers are not healthy.
***
the grief, the loss, the longing.
I guess it comes in stages
o'er and o'er again.
How many times must I cross this bridge?
I cannot seem to stop
this river's rise and swell.
A life its own, it spills over.
My soul once again overwhelmed
with sorrow, grief, tears of deep remorse.
I wish I had a dam
to somehow contain the swell.
But I don't
So I guess I'll let it spill.
march 10, 2007
~me
***
So much grief after leaving a "family" one's known for almost 3 decades.
So much grief even in reunions with past parted loved ones from the time in the family, reunions that occur after leaving the family, reunions that are joyful...yet bittersweet.
The grief needs to be honored; otherwise it might fester.
Festers are not healthy.
***
Monday, July 11, 2011
Imprint
You call me...
tribal voice within
quieter than breath
awakening my essence
You coax me...
song i can't resist
luring me
with whistles on the wind
You envelop me...
beauty to behold
entwining melodies
embroidery within my soul
Is this the muse?
This tribal voice?
This heartfelt cry?
This whispering force?
With open face and open heart
I hear, I taste, I feel...
Vibrations of creation
No longer can lie still...
Humbly I acquiesce
Spirit's imprinted symphony...
Rhythmic ancestral echo
Tunes every cell in harmony...
Beckoning I surrender
With honor and a dance...
My heart glides in joyful unison
The triumphant shout of "YES!"
april, 2007
judithpiper
___
In my true believer days, the word "muse" was a dirty word...one that opened the mind to devil spirit possession. We were not to follow our hearts because the heart was deceptive above all else and exceedingly corrupt. Intuition was stunted, creativity stifled.
It may seem a small thing to some people, but for me to utilize the word "muse" was a big step toward freedom. Freedom...what an elusive thing...so many definitions, so many interpretations.
___
tribal voice within
quieter than breath
awakening my essence
You coax me...
song i can't resist
luring me
with whistles on the wind
You envelop me...
beauty to behold
entwining melodies
embroidery within my soul
Is this the muse?
This tribal voice?
This heartfelt cry?
This whispering force?
With open face and open heart
I hear, I taste, I feel...
Vibrations of creation
No longer can lie still...
Humbly I acquiesce
Spirit's imprinted symphony...
Rhythmic ancestral echo
Tunes every cell in harmony...
Beckoning I surrender
With honor and a dance...
My heart glides in joyful unison
The triumphant shout of "YES!"
april, 2007
judithpiper
___
In my true believer days, the word "muse" was a dirty word...one that opened the mind to devil spirit possession. We were not to follow our hearts because the heart was deceptive above all else and exceedingly corrupt. Intuition was stunted, creativity stifled.
It may seem a small thing to some people, but for me to utilize the word "muse" was a big step toward freedom. Freedom...what an elusive thing...so many definitions, so many interpretations.
___
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
fumes
my stomach turns as i gaze
upon your feeding ground
innocent hearts sipping your syrup
until your poison nectar drowns
will they too discover your twisted ways
like needled barbs upon the stem
will they suffer harm as they imbibe
like a dose of coke that then goes dim
why do i even bother to care
i wish i'd never engaged your offers
i pray my heart will not implode
privately hissing a toxic scoffer
05/03/11
~me
*******************
context may come later
upon your feeding ground
innocent hearts sipping your syrup
until your poison nectar drowns
will they too discover your twisted ways
like needled barbs upon the stem
will they suffer harm as they imbibe
like a dose of coke that then goes dim
why do i even bother to care
i wish i'd never engaged your offers
i pray my heart will not implode
privately hissing a toxic scoffer
05/03/11
~me
*******************
context may come later
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