Poem # 62 Hearthworks I

Hearthworks I I walked in from observing the night sky yet again humbled by the celestial spread of grandeur, and in a moment of clear seeing saw the Aga stove, there it was, a thin pink penumbra all around the outline of the circular lid on the top of the stove, and a hazy oval of energy on its side, and small imperfections in the cast iron, or bits of household detritus, began to spark and twinkle in the surface of the metal, burning off in minimal bursts of final existence like the stars in the night. and I was reminded how everything is part of the great matrix of existence.

Poem # 61 Doggy C Rap

Doggy C Rap Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Hard to ignore little doggies Shitting on the floor give them the science diet each monthly and give them prime steak fortnightly but still the little turds gleam brightly to spite me doesn't seem quite right to me don't ya see! Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor Too many little doggies shitting on the floor too many to stand little doggies c'mon! I give them a pat when they're goodly give them a brush when they're ruffly give them a hug when they're luvly give them a bone when they're chewy and still they are pooey That's no good to me. one little doggie crapped in my backpack one little doggie peed on my laptop one little doggie chewed up my wallet Too much to take little doggies! y'all hear me! little doggies got to learn to go outside little doggies got to learn to go outside little doggies got to learn to go outside have a little pride little doggies go outside little doggies c'mon! no more sleeping on the rug little doggies no more sleeping near the hearth each nightly gonna be mean streets for you little doggies and I be telling you quietly gonna be trouble with the man little doggies less you straighten out that strife forthrightly! You know what I mean, y'all hear me C'mon!

Poem # 60 We are.

We are all wise beyond our own level of competency.

Poem # 59 A Traditional Lament

Traditional mountain Lament To be performed a capella Clears throat " I was cleaning my jacknife When you did appear So I leapt to my feet And I cut off your ear. Yo-de-lay lil' darlin Don't you come here No more. Take this as A warning get your ear off my floor My floor!, My floor!, take this as a warning Get your ear off my floor. I stared, I stared, Where the blood puddle did lay. I felt slightly nauseous, I thought I would die. I threw on the sawdust I threw on the lye. I threw on a carpet But no tear did I cry. I cry!, I cry!, No tear did I cry. Yo-de-lay lil darlin Don't you come here no more, take this As a warning get your ear off my floor. My floor! My floor!, Take this as a warning get your ear off my floor." ( evil chuckle, he!he!he! )

Poem # 58 Excellence!

Excellence! She has nothing but contempt for them because they have less knowledge and experience than her. He has nothing but contempt for her because she has less knowledge and experience than him. They have nothing but contempt for them because they have more knowledge and experience than all of them, and she despises all of them because she has more knowledge and experience than all of them together. That is excellence!

Poem # 57 Through my Window Glass

Amazing! Where is Aesop when you need him? The other night at about 10 pm, it was dark, although the street has lights. I looked out of my front window and saw a fox and a black cat walking down the street side by side. They were not running, just strolling together down the hill. I was amazed! Is this a common thing? Were they hunting together? Why didn't the fox eat the cat? "Oh you cunning fox!", thought I. A fox who swims with a piece of fur in your teeth to rid yourself of fleas. When flea ridden you let the fur raft float down stream. You pretend fellowship with the cat - you won't fight- no contest- no loss - passive aggression rules! A black cat would be really bad luck. The cat thinks " this fox is my fox!" but "what" asks my neighbor who saw the cavalcade pass, "happened to the duck? When they strolled past my house they were with a handsome tall brown duck."