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Poetry by Lake County Artist
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Poetry by Lake County Artist
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| Wild Fire B.Nice™ ©8/1/2006 I woke up this morning lungs aching eyes burning coughing like a smoker with a three pack a day habit The stale smoke of unseen fires spills over mountain rim Pouring into the valley like milk into a giant cereal bowl Obscuring all but rooftop swamp-coolers and treetops Gone is the cool peaceful blue-green water divided by the occasional speedboat or jet-ski Missing is the giant American Flag waving above the community center in the Keys I called the fire department They said just let it burn That forest is full of wild animals There’s a lesson they must learn Cougars coyote fox and bear If we don’t take the fight to them we‘ll have to fight them over here Do you want a hungry mountain lion chowing down on your son When you awaken to a bear watching cartoons in your bed with your glasses on his head do you think that you can run These thoughts had never crossed my mind I didn’t know what to say These guys are real professionals I let the experts rule the day The fire keeps on burning Thick smoke fills the air The price of gas goes through the roof and no one seems to care There was a time when we might have put it out If we just got off the chair If we don’t take the fight to them we’ll have to fight them over here |
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| This is a Test B.Nice™ ©1/24/2001 This only a test Attesting to the emergency poetic system Had this been an actual poem The fog would suddenly lift Global consciousness would shift The moon would change into cheese pizza Raining slices served with Italian ices and egg-creams All dreams would instantly come true Creating new mind boggling paradoxes as conflicting illusions chaff and rub Friction sparks light up the dark becoming stars warming planets forming galactic clusters Logical reasoning sputters then flusters caught in an inescapable loop While staring into a cup of chicken noodle soup I thought I saw my true reflection But then upon closer careful inspection I discovered it was only a test |
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Fresh Tracks
B.Nice™ ©10/15/2000 Fresh tracks in newly fallen snow Looking back to see the flow Frozen waves in wax Tired needles Wired Beatles Repeating lily Richard white lies Opening little eyes to a whole new notion Traveling across the ocean to hear those songs from across the tracks Atmospheric atomic testing produced minute cracks in the armor Dairy farmers selling radioactive milk Miraculous changes Sows ear to silk purse Unquenchable thirst First things first The king of rock and roll Borrowed shoes rubber souls Honorary G man His seductive maneuvers caused J Edgar Hoover to blow his little super cop top Flop around on the floor dressed like an Elizabethan whore catching rabbits to prove his friendship While slipping on the blood Trickle before the flood of mixed nuts Alone together with the hounds and rabbits old habits die slowly Catching the sun rise with a hangman's noose Fill the caboose with the bodies of the fallen kings Kate Smith sings God bless American Express Don't leave home without it |
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Meek Inheritance |
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| Send poetry to me by e-mail. Or mail me a floppy or paper ms. c/o Main Street Gallery, 325 N. Main St., Lakeport, CA 95453. Send me also a few paragraphs about yourself if you feel like it. I will put up any poems that I receive that I like. I will not be able to return manuscripts. Sign them and mark them with a © and the date to keep your copyright. | |||