Tag Archives: Children
BEER PARLOR 2 THE DARK SIDE
BEER PARLOR 2 THE DARK SIDE
Inside all is sound and fury
old friends catching up
a tough week sliding away
drop by drop
Outside, son or daughter
watches the door
every time it opens it’s him
but it isn’t
With every neighbor going in
sending a mounting plea
“What about me”
GARDENING IN THE MINEFIELD
GARDENING IN THE MINEFIELD
An errant tap root
tapping a triggering device
can quickly juice a careless carrot
The force of cabbage growing
may result in coleslaw fireworks
And the blood of beets
hardly distinguishable
from that of small boys
with hoes
NEW TRIBES
NEW TRIBES
From the old tribe of Isaac
and the old tribe of Ishmael
Israeli and Palestinian
couples and their children
come together by the sea and share
We are teaching the skills of listening
the skills of sharing and skills of hearing
The rules are simple
tell your truth as your truth only
Assume as you listen
that the person makes sense
If they do not seem to make sense
assume you need more information,
By the end of the weekend
the eight year olds are sleeping over
teenagers walk on the beach till dawn
A new tribe being formed
HI HO HI HO
HI HO HI HO
Work
I sometimes think about it, but not too hard
Like, shouldn’t there be a different word
for doing what we love or hate, for money
Like how I got to drive big trucks at eighteen
that I dreamed about at eight
and they paid me
Like playing cowboy and riding the range
where the deer and the antelope play
and getting paid
Building buildings bigger than Lego
and getting paid
Maybe work is about being serious
but I seriously question that too
I mean, what can be more joyous and serious
than a child adding one last block to his tower
or me, as I write this poem, and look up
to see it is 1:25 in the morning
HOPE FLOWERS
HOPE FLOWERS
In Bethlehem
a refugee with sadness but no hate decreed
another generation is what we need
And a school where
the children of the refugees of holocausts and
refugees of refugees can learn together
learn to look inward first
This is a most beautiful and special place
with such regard for dignity and respect
so successful in their message of love
so filled with fairness to each side
That Arafat’s Palestinians burn their busses
and Israelis torture teachers and riddle walls
While Caterpillars sent from across the sea
creep closer each day in their wonderful
mindless mechanical way
with levelling intent
To be met with Gandhi smiles
and your help, if you give it
Hope Flowers School – Bethlehem
KATHERINE
KATHERINE
Like Caesar before her
she slipped sideways into life
and then full speed forward
Wonderful combination of
vini vidi vici and coochie coochie coo
Joining a legacy of courage and beauty
Saint Katherine and Hepburn too
They may be mentioned in threes
before she’s through
COLLATERAL DAMAGE
COLLATERAL DAMAGE
Collateral damage
is the disease of the day
and the greatest cause of dyin
is just gettin in the way
Yes people are dyin who have no say
people all dyin just from gettin in the way
In Palestine it’s Arafat
that they’re all aiming at
And the bombers of Allah
want Sharon to be gone
Refugee camps and ice cream shops
the bombin and the dying just never stops
and nobody’s factions own up to their actions
so it’s all reactions to reactions to reactions
with all the weapons piled on one side
and the other side reduced to suicide
Bush wants Hussein
Hussein wants the bomb
And half a million children die
who can’t spell embargo and don’t know why
Carpet bombers killing in wave after wave
while Bin Laden sits still safe in his cave
more Afghanis dead than in both towers
doesn’t impress the press or the powers
Children in uniform may be innocent too
killed in you don’t join, what would you do
Big business and the army
have screwed the world brown
but they’re not the ones dying
when the towers go down
Yes collateral damage
is the disease of the day
and the greatest cause of dyin
is still just gettin in the way
The feds had weapons that gave off sparks
And now Waco is full of Joan of Arcs
A crime that leads to Oklahoma City
and day care there was far from pretty
Yes an epidemic is under way, and a lot of
little children with nothing to say
dyin of the disease of just
gettin in the way
ON THE TRAMPOLINE
ON THE TRAMPOLINE
Alura and I jump till we’re tired
decide my leg is broken in two places
and rest looking up at yellow butterflies
and squirrels playing in the twinning tree
as fall winds rock it toward a winter’s sleep
The young nurse writes prescriptions
lays on healing hands
sprays medicine from an atomizer pen
a few sharp stick injections in the arm
and I am well again
MIKE, PAM AND BAILEY
MIKE, PAM AND BAILEY
Solid enough for a Mad Bear to lean on
mother enough for the world to suckle
Downs baby magic lifts the whole world up