Thursday, November 29, 2012

Nobody Knows You when You Are Down and Out By Jimmie Cox

Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money and I didn't care
Taking my friends out for a mighty fine time.
Drinking high-priced liquor, champagne, and wine,
when I begin to fall, with poor money situations,
I didn't have a friend and no place to go.
If I ever get my hands on a dollar again,
I'm gonna hold on to it till the eagle grins.
Nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your feet, not one penny,
And your friends, you haven'y any
But as soon as you get on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your long lost friend,
It's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you're down and out.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Writing Express in Me

I have been reading
roomful of books,
and have penned down
ocean of words,
on Heaven, earth,
you and me,
life or death.
Thoughts drive pass me
like cars on busy
streets, each has a
brand and races with
its unique direction
and impression,
making memories.
My pen has filled
papers with mountain
high lines,
some of my work
hop to computer
and speak to
and I still feel the urge
to let the over-flowing
water run down my fingers.
and I dine
on the very favorite ones.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

For My People By Wendy Rose (Half Hopi, San Franscisco)

It was myself bloom
two leafs apart.
Growing closer
bolting at our shadows,
Loving on our feet,
Dying in our souls,
Losing one another...
Losing ourselves.

Friday, November 9, 2012

The Tanka on My Friday View

Fridays keep me cool,
Phone calls, lessons, paper view,
Students, references,
The day to conclude my works,
What way to reflect each due...

Monday, November 5, 2012

Reveille By Thomas Lanier Williams, nu faculty

Name? Rank? Regiment? Number?
They couldn't hear
guns, cannot tear their slumber,
Nor scare them away.
Shrapnel and rocket flare
burst in their eyes.
Twilight is a red scar
across the skies.
And yet in the tangled wire,
And shattered loam,
They rest more peacefully than ever
they felt at home.
Blow 4 them, bugler,
Loud notes and clear message!
Name? Rank? Regiment? Number?
They hear not at all.


wildcats, president and his ties..

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012