Winter / Spring 2016
Off in the distance
shouting the time across town--
the 8:20 train.
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The sparrow performed
a precision landing on
a cactus flower.
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shouting the time across town--
the 8:20 train.
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The sparrow performed
a precision landing on
a cactus flower.
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The Screeching seagull
answering the train whistle:
"All clear from up here!"
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Let all your footsteps
kiss the earth with gratitude
for her patience.
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Resting on a cloud
just above the horizon,
a sleepy spring moon.
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Like kids in the car,
spring clouds barely made the trip
before they let go.
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'Six Days on The Road'
is to Country Music what
'Misty' is to Jazz.
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Who are we to say
of what should and should not be?
Bow and keep quiet.
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Brother mosquito:
in life, annoying; in death,
fine art on my wall.
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Stay with me, lover
watch the creeping moon shadows
while we catch our breathe.
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With marijuana,
decriminalization
serves the greater good.
-for Trick
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In grief I summon
no intermediary
to will you my love.
-for the people of Brussels, March 2016
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Angry waves reclaimed
the cliffs where we cast our dreams
to the horizon.
-for Half Moon Bay and Pacifica, CA, Winter 2016
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Spring day, winter day,
then back again, Mother Nature
struggles to let go.
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California spring:
on a bottle of sun screen,
sticky beads of rain.
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Flying overhead,
geese late for breakfast shouting
"Good Morning Down There!"
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Mind the sidewalk snail!
Return to The Now, spare all
brothers and sisters!
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In pale blue moonlight,
whispering breezes rescue
glistening lovers.
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A drunken sailor
demanding everyone sing--
The howling storm wind.
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Running from the rain,
the squirrel has bathed enough
this blustery day.
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Green tea, warm slippers,
I fall asleep listening
to the Winter storm.
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My voice to give you
the joys of my singing heart
goes mute when you smile.
-North Beach, San Francisco
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Prediction of rain
became blue skies, quilted clouds.
Either way is fine.
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Watching in wonder,
flowers along the freeway
offering their gift.
Staring straight ahead,
commuters on the freeway
never see the blossoms.
-Morning commute, Milpitas, CA
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My disappointment:
awoke from a flying dream
earthbound and powerless.
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Kissing tenderly
under a blanket of fog,
sea and sky make love.
-Amtrak, Fremont to Sacramento
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Each Spring rain puddle
circled with golden pollen
brings tears to the eye.
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"God is dead." -Nietzsche
"God is dad." -Mr. S. Freud
"god is Dog." -Owen
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Workforce Reduction--
office mates yesterday, then
one box and good-bye.
-Alviso, CA
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Each morning I leave
the dog wondering why I
gave away our day.
-Morning Commute, 9:15a.m.
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Empty boats pass us
on the river of life when
loved ones leave too soon.
In memory of Kimberley Kenney
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What power, your vision!
Blissful reverie the cause
of my silly grin.
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Cowboy hat and boots--
A stranger in The City
rustling free poems.
-Sunday at The Glen Park Library, 4:30pm
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Old man observing
from the tavern window, dreams
the old neighborhood.
-Sunday at The Glen Park Station Bar, 5:45pm
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Policeman shouting
"Don't Move!" quickly ends the chase
on a moon bright night.
-Police action in the neighborhood, Fremont, CA, 12:30a.m.
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Winter storm complete,
satisfied clouds deliver
the morning rainbow.
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The proposition
of our final certainty
is beyond question.
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To warm your old bones
Ladies and Gentlemen, Spring!
Love, February
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You spit in the face
of our collective knowledge.
Take your god and go.
-for Hitch
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Yesterday's puddles
bored with their own reflection,
waiting for the sun.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press March 2016
