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POETRY BY LAKE COUNTY ARTIST
PAULINE DENISE KEIL-STOCKER
All poetry this page ©Pauline Denise Keil-Stocker

the wedding bouquet
 
o.k.
 
have you planned
your honeymoon
 
 
do you have a
 
 
going away dress
 
 
 
up
we're going
to take
 
 
 
picturea
 
he's going
to ask
you
 
 
a question
 
 
how could
 
 
you
 
 
ask
 
 
me
 
 
such a question
as the old
 
 
 
saying goes
 
 
"que sera sera whatever
 
 
 
 
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LOOK AT THIS STOP WATCH

YOU CAN FALL IN LOVE AGAIN
 
 
 
 
 
WHY
 
 
COMPLAIN
 
 
PAIN

THE BUZZARDS ARE BACK


IS IT
 
ANOTHER
 
ATTACK
 
DENISE
 
YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL
 
 
WOMAN
 
 
WERE YOU AFRAID TO COME OUT HERE  YES  WHY  DID YOU SEE IT YES  TELL HER MY NAME IS DENISE TOO
IF IT GETS  TOO MUCH FOR HER     DO YOU KNOW  GLORIA  YES I KNOW GLORIA  DO YOU KNOW WHAT
 
HI
MEANS
 
 
A LAW DEGREE  THE CLASSES DONT INTEREST ME THE END DOESNT JUSTIFY THE MEANS  DO YOU KNOW
THE GREEN GROCER I AM THE
 
 
MEAN
 
 
GROCERY'S CLERKS BUY ANYTHING YOU WANT

teach me respect

courage

help me to search

for others

 

I have become

a willow from an oak

I no longer bear acorns

I now move

with the caressing

ceaseless wind

Help me to move

with grace

 

dear Lord I plead

to search the ground

for water

 

a willow

I bear silence

in the ceaseless wind

I move without sound

the strong old oak

beside me

Listens

to my song

 

I move with calm

forlorness

I move with woman's sorrow

I move I move

 

O wind

warm spirit of the night

begin in incantation

my movement to delight

 

the sweeping ecstacy

of my sorrow

is music

to my friend

 

the oak

is hollow with age

decay

the poet has left her

and come to swoon

with me

 

 

I am the tree

with long hair

I've come to need

it braided

so I've summoned one

who with the sun

shivers in the solemn

stern atmosphere

of tranquility

which I

assume

 

I need

love letters

nailed

to my spine

the spirit

of

equilibrium

between

souls

the

exaltation

mine

 

I can not read or write

I go dormant with the night

yet some sudden sound

winds

around

my hair and delights

in my long lonely form

 

I am down by the river

away from the sea

the woman who wears

the water-worn rock

tells me

I am

 

a sister to the oak

but yet another species

I am a symbol

of the river's flow

and carry empty

tidings

 

while the ocean and the oak

took the woman

from my shade

to swim and grow

from

acorn and stone

 

yet I will teach

her

singing

I will teach

her song

for down

by the river

she stayed

and did

no

wrong

white butterflies
white
morning glories
write
with
black
ink
while soul is soled

 

with-
in
boots

 that once contained feat

 

barefoot
now

 on a Dusty

 mountain trail

 butterfly through mustard
seed

 

a hay seed has found

 

you've got to do better than this they reply
I'll try as I

 saw him walk without imprint on the sand

 others placed

 a footprint

 on leaves

 on leaves

 as an indication to direct a book/a building

 become spoken                                                 a

secret

 

renounces silence

 as a body broke

 from

 birth

 before

 now

 

sound as spoken before

 dawn

 yes we Howl

 response from

 an animal kingdom

 brought bullets from the human

 to bring that

 bear skin

 hung

 next

 to a mountain's lion's

 her young

 found

 within

All alone

I am in order

Alone

I am

beneath

the stars

I see form

Natural beauty

A lyric movement

going from here to there

In this

gentle

meaning

this movement

of mine

I hesitate

I want

sound's repetition

I want

neat ordered rows of words

I want a rhythm

That is

the beat of the pulse

and the language

becoming the silent breath

 

The in-going and out-going of life to-

from life

 

We are bound by a sea of gentle

knowingness

As aware of me as I am of it

I sang the song of Spring that brought you home

The Voice of Spring as seen by

 

when we speak

together

of the word

we've heard

 

when

the spirit speaks

and

the refrain

equates

 

to bring the poet and the pilot

the plane and the poem home

 

to the embrace

of the worldview

 

of what I know

through you

the master

of this source

the creative

process

 

 

no inherent value

lies

in the past

 

there can be no change

 

ask one question

answered

by

 

absolute tranquility

resides

with the seasons

of the source

as change

is seen in the world

 

we remain

at one

with

the

mystery

you just stay

there

you just go home

now

what did we do before you were born

that's right

your children

are ahead

of you

I'll try to show you

I'll try to tell you

 

she fell

in love

here

first

 

I believe it

 

I won't let you down

I've never seen such love

 

he has it all

under

perfect

control

 

I thought you'd like it if I introduced you to the Father of your future family first of all I love you

 

good-morning

beautiful evening

isn't it

 

you're just a small town girl who can do no wrong

you see what people do

there's nothing

wrong

with

you

you just

love

everybody

 

we married you

at the first

ring

is this the tree

you meant

I love to see them fly don't you

 

I know what it's like

it's like a bird goes to a tree

to talk

to the next tree

there is no bird

there

to

talk

 

dog barks

tell her that's what it's like why would I want to start the song for you

 

birds fly in the sky through circles of rainbows

 

they're straight here

they're very strict here

a new one

every

three

minutes

 

it's like

when

you're not here

I'm not there

 

maybe

it's like

I like to see

you

there

 

writing poetry

 

I'm not sure that's what it is""""""""""""""""""""""""""

 

they're just thoughts write them down so that you won't have to think about them anymore

 

my thoughts

are

my own

 

dog barks

I thought

I might

have

a few

more

words

with

 

her

 

how do you see yourself in society

I'm a guest

in your society I'm sorry

I stood

there

 

I won't let you down

 

that's enlightenment is like

 

we can tell when

you're in love

 

it's nature's hymn to humanity

 

you're a musical

prodigy

 

sing to me

if

you insist

 

I play music all around the world

 

how do you propose I want to know right now

 

will you marry me

 

will you ask me

to marry

you

 

do you want anything else played no



"some people only write one poem"

 

I watch myself

beneath the tree

where

I bud bloom and begin

to

leave

the shadow grows

against the sun

the conflict

within

has just begun

 

in search of release

I go to the sea

and join

as she laughs

at

death's boundaries

 

I dive and I die

drunk with dreams

the sea's memory

speaks

to

me

 

amid blossoms

which quench

flight's thirst

 

a chorus of colors

that mirror the earth

 

the rythmic beauty

the end

of

my quest

 

cosmically circles

then

leaves

her

request

 

listen to the chaos

that birth be heard

 

in

beating wings

and the

sound of the sea

"you dream awake"
The Unobtainable

with this pen
to thee I write
in order to see
the pattern
of my mind

I witness an image
the picture is over
the light is out

we'll recover our sight
in the dark of night
it will be revealed
we have seen what
we created

there is a sky

there is a you and I
yet we are not
in each other's eyes
for we are not blind
thought it is dark
and we cannot see
there is a you and a me

remember me
as one who has seen
as you

the gentle discovery
the the world was new
in every moment spent
with you

there is a forgetfulness
in this dream
this sleep
we have forgotten
we are at
a Wake

may your vision be real
may it heal
the wounds
your world
feels

I can't help it when I see you I see the visions of the masters
tell me how the stars look tonight

The butterfly's throbbing heart
when beating life's pantomine
portrays a re-run cinema
seldom understood

a cloud's dewy softness
reflects the earth's being
as it caresses the shore-
line
bordering between
twilight and dawn

an eagle's flight
piercing but true
penetrates the origin
of blue

mortals exist
in a zone of Love's life
their observance of Nature's survival
combats
an instinct of destruction

Once I knew

I dreamed the same

the establishment of a rhythm

between being and seeming

the anguish released

and room was given

for continuity of self

 

I know what I dreamed

a world strong in belief

where freedom was given

for love of another

 

it was a strange scene

where what became

was the prolonging of the search

for understanding

between ourselves and others

 

not an isolated homage

to a solitary soul

not the obstacles

of a self out of control

the boundaries are extended

to include all that we've been

to ourselves and each other

 

only in relationship

can we meet and be met

value systems and judgements

do not register

when we affirm ourselves

as the other

 

we sustain each other

in our way of knowing

our consciousness

permits a growing

 

when we arrive at transcendent shores

the new landscape

the new feeling

the awakened belief

 

the burden the struggle

the turmoil of self

grows easy

relaxed from the strain

of projections

one is real and relieved

 

we affirm this momentary being

whose dimensions of eternity

establish regions

where the exploration

is conscious

 

symbols guideposts of direction

establish a map

where archetypes emerge from

the everyday dream

 

I venture near you

yet the boundaries remain

contact is established

do we remain the same

 

emerging is a sight

of what has been concealed

 

gently awake to what is here

no longer what's ahead

there is a yes to yesterday

there is now a place to rest

 

there is time to gently am

to be with ease

to let go

to allow the flow

this is all

Know

this is all

 

astride the thought

words carry me

not isolated or withheld

they stream in continuity

 

the image emerges

the coherent chord

in rythmn's time

 

dawn at the periphery

where silence begins

and chaos falls away

I hasten to solitude

where tranquility brings

my steady stance

 

I read I write

I register the search

the curious know

 

not as much here or there

not in-between coming and going

I'm on my way out

and this is how it feels

 

The crossroads entering
my small home-town
one in the direction
of my heart
the other toward the world

I hesitate,
then take my place
in-between the two:
neither coming or going
I stay;
free right where I am


AS A WRITER RETIRES


I thought you'd like it if
I introduced you to the
Father of your
future family first

Stay with me in the Himalayas
The art of love
is a secret
Shall you begin or me

Welcome all enemies

I love to read by candlelight
I love to read by kerosine

Maybe if I sang while
you wrote
Would "Silent Night"
be all right?

How is my 24 hour wife?
Where do you write?
Where were you?
Why are you here?
What's your purpose?

I'm married to music
What do you think
of
"Marriage"?

You're a writer
I'm a musician
we'll get along
all right.

I'm sorry you're sick.
I think you're ill
because
you fell in love
with somebody like me.

I'd better get well.

That's right
You made
yourself well.

You're a prolific writer.
There's nothing wrong
with the song.

Speak mountain.

How much do you want
for her

What if I gave you
all the stars
in the sky?

No. They die
They cry

"The Unshed Tears:

I've found him for you.
I'm your best man.

This is a secret
I am
your best friend.

I left you
love

I won't let you down.

Now
Let's disucss
our family
problems

How many children
do you have?
Are they happily married?
How many children
do they have?

Write without us
for awhile.

Well what will we write
about now we are here

We're going to write about
doubt and fear

You go on and drink your beer
after baling hay on a hot day

tastes good it should

That's the only way
to make love
to that woman

let's climax that's easy
after we climax we relax

kick back
and take it easy

What do you have to do
Move

Where will you move

I moved heaven
on earth
to find you

I don't know
how
to tell you

You draw flowers

Yes I lover her and her
I dreamed all night
about her and her children

How's she doing
with
God and humanity?

I'ts Nature's Hymn to humanity
Listen to us we are humanity
cats cry birds die

That's how I feel
like
buzzard bait

I feel a sense of freedom

I'm pack my papers
did the papers burn
did they become wet
when given to the ocean

I can't help
but call it
The Letter of Love

Her last boyfriend
was a fisherman

He's going to ask you
a question
it's all right
with me

The easiest answer
is no
isn't it?

Know sounds the same
What did you want
to know?

I'll know every inch of you
I have a calibrated eyeball

He went to war
and married
the girl
next door.

What happened
what if it happened to me

I sang a song for every tree

What are you doing on my mountain
when you have one of your own

My mountain may marry your mountain
if
that's all right
with you


Sounds around Home


I'm the happiest husband
you're the kindest most loving mother
we're the happiest we've ever been

NO sounds the same as Know
by Pauline Denise Keil-Stocker

 

woman it seems

you're in love

with me

is that all

that's wrong

with her

well sure

that's all

that's wrong

with her

what's wrong

with him

everything

 

oh that kind of thing

 

well it's better to live

with out that man

 really

  

of course it is

 you don't want a man like that

 

you want a man like me see

 

I'm strong and healthy

wealthy and wise

beyond my years

 

yes I've stopped

tears

 

before they were shed

 really

 well

it's better we were wed

dead

 

no

 

she doesn't approve of that

 he can do that he wants to talk to her after all

 well who do you want to talk to

 someone like you

 

oh you do do you

 

yes I do

 well you can't see me until I come to get you to take you away from it

all

 

I don't want to go with you

 I have to take it all with me

 as well

 

you do

 

yes I do

 

what if I refuse to take you

 and take everything else instead of you

 and just leave you here

 bare

 

huh

 

what's that she's wearing

 she doesn't look good to me

 no me neither

 she looks like something the cat drug in

 

 

who was she talking to before she met up with somebody like me

 she met me in memory

 only

 a refrain

 someday I'll get back to this

 right now

 I have to get dressed

 on my birthday

 I'm glad you had your epiphany

 

what do you ask
the man
who knows
everything

do you know
the word
synchronicity
yes
is it sound without form
yes that's it exactly

that's a quantum leap
in human conciousness

do you know
the nuclear model
we're the model couple

that's when
the positron
leaps
to the electron

what do you want
to know

how do you see
yourself
in society



I've seen everything
you're an inspirational
writer
you write 
like
James Joyce
you're a genius
in another culture
you'd be a 
shaman

what do you want
to talk
about

we could do this
all day
what you have
to do
is to put your pen 
onto the paper

we've both learned
a most valuable lesson
if
it isn't on paper
it's gone

I agree
I'm my own man
you're my woman
All poetry this page ©Pauline Denise Keil-Stocker

We'll continue our song
there is a song
through the rain
its refrain
reminds me of
the one I love
as a candle flame
in a Catholic Church

just a moment dear
dormant footsteps
are near
near a chair with a cane
a small round table
covered with glass
holds forgotten songs
of someone's name
who is sane


it must be the word
that scared me off
no

it was my breath
that blew
out my birthday candle

with his voice of violence
I wish I were dead

over his dead body I sang
without you what's the use

as a hired hand
sang
into
a yellow telephone

there's nobody to talk to

I'm celebrating the day I completed
Cosmic Fire
and found the words Agni Yoga

I said
it's cosmic consciousness he said yes
at the climax cafe

I thought you'd like it if I
introduced you to the Father
of your future family first

while people talk to themselves
and say they feel well
they laugh 
while I write
sounds around home

while a workshop continues with a writer
who spoke after a description of my life

it sounds like music maybe if you sang it

he says it's the disentration of a culture

does he remember I remark
quite casually

it's the descent of the spirit

I transmit my life to you
I give it
right back to you

what do you write words just words you'll write on and then another one
where did you leave off




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