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Eccentric Me Sonnet

I struggle with the realization
That I have always an eccentric
Friends forgive my strange concatenation
That may not fit into normal’s rubric

I look at the landscape out my window
Lands beyond Manhattan’s epicenter
Knowing full well that all this falls below
The land seen where people think things matter

I see the fleeting red-&-blue light-show
The fire department’s ambulances make
As they try to save humans’ bodies so
There is one less tragedy that might break

Another man might just see the city
Not thinking of salvation or pity

COVID19 Distance Learning Sonnet

Truthfully I’m completely overwhelmed
While I sit here trying to teach from my home
I’m caught in distance learning’s special Hell
And my emotions shrink from the unknown

What I do, what you can call praxis
The lessons & instruction’s performance
That achieves a goal through student practice
Is gripping me with fear that’s enormous

The work is more difficult, that is true
‘Cause teaching online is impersonal
Not seeing them, I’m not sure I get through
For me computers are not versatile

But 2020’s pandemic is here
& I’ll do the best I can while not near

Dawn Sonnet 3-16-20

As I patiently wait for disaster
With my aggro black coffee in my hand
I observe this fine world alabaster
Knowing that this is all somehow God’s plan

I wish I believed in a Deity
Who sat in a control room watching us
Observing the acts of the laity
Deciding when each one’s final door shuts

Still I naïvely pray to somebody
Though I have no fucking idea who
It is an act of faith, done clumsily
& by talking to myself, dreams come true

In the dozen lines above, I write of
This temporary place: the world I love

Interconnectedness Sonnet

‪This morning I looked down over the highway‬
‪That runs past my city development‬
‪It seemed like a zipper’s tight interplay‬
‪Telling me that all life is important‬

The traffic, cars, trucks, & prison busses
Merged flawlessly together: a stream
Of humanity braided in tresses
(With mechanization that us demeans)

It was like a bright Max Fleisher cartoon
The magical specter of creation
(That for the richest’s an enormous boon
& we participate with elation)

I need to love the life that here exists
Though my dreams of the natural persist

Dawn 3-5-20

The day charges out of nowhere bringing
The mysterious possibility
Of which fate & creation were singing
In immemorial lucidity

3/4 Poem

Physical & moral uncertainty
Are infectious components of living
I lament that each soul’s morality
Is equally lost & unforgiving

39 Days of Meditating Sonnet

My growth in this month of meditating
Has been somewhat futile, I’ve not changed
Thought it might be somehow motivating
But what I have met is the me that’s strange

The ability of this distraction
To entertain me with my memories
Has given something deep within traction
To reimagine my self-pillories

For what I am certain of, this month later
Is that I am an eccentric being
That will not be a participator
In the production of a strong glass ceiling

So here I sit finding the right couplet
Not writing papers to fill my wallet

Bernie & Democratic Drag Shows


“Democratic Leaders Willing to Risk 
Party Damage to Stop Bernie Sanders
[Because democracy’s a bit brisk
For the “blue squad” of capitalizers]”
Sadly in the 1st stanza I mentioned 
Capitalism (I meant unrestrained)
Which by the short sighted’s used as truncheon 
So that there’s no way the rich can be blamed
But giving the ultra-rich a haircut
Seems the best way to America save
These new robber-barons are off their nut
Thinking workers & roads will themselves pave
It is a pity that those with the most
Will not a richer nation help to host
#headlinpoem #headlinesonnet

Meditation Metaphysics Sonnet

I want to believe that there is something
Out there, ineffable, but somehow real
That I can share in, participating
In a “beingness” that is a big deal

I want to subconsciously understand
That there are realities far beyond
That mere mortals capriciously demand
But I know that to us it won’t respond

I stand here on the shore, or the surface
Looking out at the vast unknowable
Trying to hold quotidian purchase
Aware that both realms are valuable

If universal self-knowledge sublime
Were available, there would be no crime

Gratitude Sonnet 2-23-20

Enjoy Gratitude without an object

For there is nothing specificálly

To be grateful for if you just reflect

Your thankfulness is less meaningfully 

Appreciativeness becomes magical

When it is sent to an unknowing void

Showing that it’s in no way tactical 

& is with want completely unalloyed 

Give your spiritual indebtedness 

To your living’s orphaned optimism

That lives in a reform school un-witnessed

That’s my “latter-day-Puritanism”

For if gratitude is merely for things

It will never have true faith’s golden wing