Friday, August 29, 2014

I Was Dreaming

I was dreaming
         I was dreaming

        drifting through consciousness  
        a dream's dream
        weary time sleeps
        the spirit searching
        dreams to hold

       dreams to believe
dreams to dream.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014

Monday, August 25, 2014

A Flea On The Royal Dog

In dark of early morning
Mother Earth did tremble
from the weight of our worried dreams 
and sent a simple message

like the cranky down stairs tenant
banging on the ceiling
making her displeasure known
of the senseless racket above

that sent buildings quick to prostrate
while streets rose up like waves:

Your place in time is limited.

Your power is an illusion.

You are a flea on the royal dog.

Behave yourself 
or you may be removed 
without warning.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Prayer of Universal Intentions

Let us choose the giving path
     that leads us from gathering
and returns us to offering 
     alms without question:
                                       let us be kind.

Let us greet someone new
     and appreciate the common 
and unique in the stories we tell
     as they open the door to their world:
                                                            let us share.

Let us say how we feel
     so that no emotion goes untold
and the songs of our heart are sung
     by the choir of man:
                                    let us listen.

Let us smile, laugh, and cry
     with those who suffer
and remind them they are not alone
     as we help lay down their burdens:
                                                          let us comfort.

Let us raise all spirits
     and bring light to the darkened soul
with sonnets of praise and gratitude
     of the beauty that surrounds us:
                                                     let us appreciate.

Let us heal ourselves and others
    with the power of simple offerings 
to those in need
     wherever they may be:  
                                       let us care.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014

Sunday, August 17, 2014

At The Tone, The Time Will Be...

I looked at my watch
and realized right away
that the time was not right

but as I watched the second hand
perform its dutiful head-down sweep 
like Mr. Hardy's grain mill mule

peacefully unaware
that the glare of the hot sun
meant it could not be 7:35

I thought...
Well, I only need to measure
a small chunk

no matter if 
the start and end points
are not who they think they are.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Prayer of Remembrance (Let There Be)

Let there be no difference 
between our lifetime of greetings 
and our last farewell,

let there be no difference
between our loving
and our suffering,

let there be no difference
between our days together
and our nights apart,

let there be no difference
between living life
and life remembered,

let there be no difference
between this world
and the next,

let there be no difference
between the beginning
and the end,

let there be no difference
in the words we said then
and the words we say now:

I love you

I forgive you

You are with me always.

inspired by and dedicated to R.W., Tiburon, CA

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014

Saturday, August 9, 2014

My University (home schooled)

There is a book, marked and ready
to offer me a lesson 
in each room of the house
where I may find a still moment:

Kerouac is drunk again
and riffing at the kitchen table
on poetry as jazz,

a lecture on life in the year 1215 
is being given in the bath room,

Billy Collins poems 
travel easily with a glass of wine
to the back porch at sunset,

while an essay on Buddhism 
rests on the nightstand
ready to teach enlightenment 
as I begin and end each day.

My desk—-the faculty lounge
where volumes rise in dusty piles
like teachers patiently waiting
their turn at the lectern
as I review the curriculum:

'Poems by Ginsberg'
        (I don't get it, I get it, I don't get it)

'Biographies of Johnny Cash and Art Pepper'
        (why is it always drugs?)

'Atlas Shrugged' 
        (3 more chapters then drop the class...again)

'International Economic Policy in The New World'
        (for that serious student on a serious day).

So remember, dear students,
when we open our books
to the sound of turning pages
and the smell of fading time,
we open our minds
to the collective knowledge of man.

Until next time,
class dismissed.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014

Friday, August 8, 2014

Alms of Dew

Dying grass 
straw-brown weeds
thirsty beggars plead for alms of dew
as mighty pines shake 
the cool grey blanket
of morning fog.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Endless Tear

Tis the season
of the endless tear

weeping always weeping
without relief

drying your eyes
with the heart on your sleeve

salt water sorrow
streams up from the soul.

Ken Owen.  Van Niddy Press.  August 2014

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Mercy Rain

No rest content nor joy within,
confront thy demons, confess thy sins,
search the skies
for signs of Mercy Rain.

Parched and dry the barren heart,
clear horizon, time to start,
the journey long
in search of Mercy Rain.

Mercy Rain, Mercy Rain,
anoint the wounded, ease their pain,
suffering's end
begins with Mercy Rain.

The endless path will show no gain,
thirst for pleasure, fear of pain,
receive the gift
of healing Mercy Rain.

Wandering pilgrim sad and grim,

cry no more, forgive within,
bathe your seeds
of love in Mercy Rain.

Mercy Rain, Mercy Rain
anoint the wounded, ease their pain,
suffering's end

begins with Mercy Rain.

inspired by j.s. of the state of Jefferson

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   August 2014