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PRECIOUS METALS

PRECIOUS METALS
(for Copper Love)

You can keep your gold and silver
that divide the world in war
It is copper that connects

Cold crowns of kings and queens
behind the glass beyond the touch
copper is the human metal
it is copper that conducts

Greed and hate abide in gold
in copper there is only love
it is copper that conducts
it is copper that connects

In memory of Copper Love 1947 – 2017
www.copperlove.com

ROUND TABLES

ROUND TABLES

He loved his neighbors, but not out loud

(Only by default could we tell if he was proud
men did not hug their friends or children then)

There were no women in the bar
and all the tables round and small
heavy with ashtray and pilsner draft
where they talked code till closing time

Politics of any stripe meant you are my brother
The weather, whatever the weather
meant I love you too

ONE FIFTY AND COUNTING

ONE FIFTY AND COUNTING

In the dream
Hal and I are sitting on the curb
at the corner of Time and Wisdom
In the dream having a nice long chat

It is one of many dreams
with Hal and Sidra in starring roles

If they were to charge us for this time
(as they sometimes threaten to do)
I mean even at their standard rates
never mind 2.5 for nights and weekends
how many many thousands we would owe

If they charged for the wisdom
the national debt would seem low

150th BIRTHDAY LIMERICK

150TH BIRTHDAY LIMERICK

The Event
In October 2007 a number of Voice Dialogue teachers and friends gathered in Boulder to celebrate Hal’s 80th birthday and Sidra’s 70th birthday. I was honoured to be asked to write a theme poem, then Larry said, “But not a Limerick”.

The Limerick

There were two therapists from Thera
Who were so wise they would scare ya

The were so darned smart
They could take you apart

And you couldn’t hide hide nor hair a ya

NEVER MORE BEAUTIFUL

NEVER MORE BEAUTIFUL
(for Lee Cherry)

Visited last year and again last month
with old friend Lee in Tennessee

Ten years and more of cancer
and that Chattannooga choo choo
may be pulling out soon

The skin has become
more and more transparent
the soul more and more shining through

I expect by the next time we drop in
a floating glimpse of Alice’s cat
with a Mona Lisa grin

PINCHER CREEK ALBERTA

PINCHER CREEK ALBERTA

Mid June and Cowboy Poets back in town
voices hoarse from long winter’s silence

And a thousand and more are here to hear
for the poets have been listening all year

Listening to the cattle and the coyotes
and the Northern Lights at nights

And they have been reminded
and being reminded they remember
and remembering they come here to remind

And just listening we remember
and unwind