Brother Bartleby Poems

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FRIDAY, JANUARY 08, 2010

Just visitorsAnd then they came

atop the dead and gonethey built oor, walls

and a roo

and briey they lived

there too

than gone

ater some revolutions.

Around the sunNo one remembered

but the earth

that lie came

and lived

here.

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 10, 2010

CyclesAwake to either or,

to sleep to neither nor,

in dreams to ever more.

THURSDAY, JUNE 03, 2010

Do you see?

Once we learn to seewith eyes closed tight

then the world becomes

anew beore our very sight.

FRIDAY, JUNE 11, 2010

PrayerI awake to a

prayer o two birds singing.Isn’t that enough?

MONDAY, JUNE 14, 2010

How to build a universeWith each blink o the eyes

the mind constructs anew

in darkness and silence

the ever changing haiku.



FRIDAY, JULY 23, 2010

OrdinaryA personable ellow

is hethat made you and me

yet some deny

and decry

that ordinary is

why.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 04, 2010

Tools of the trade,the trade of lifeOne or another

we seek to uncover

God or Nature

by science

we discover.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 06, 2010

White lab coatScience marches on

with civilization clinging

tightly

to the trailing

whitelab

coat.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 07, 2010

God of creationsI, the Creator, look down

onto my creationsbut alas

that last one

the only one

that knows

ME

thinks my

creationsless than

their God-given

imaginations.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 26, 2010

DoubtlessnessKnowing is doubtlessness

in times o plenty

but when

all

is

slipping

away

we no longer know

with certainty

what will come

as well as

what is now but ading

m e m o r y.



MONDAY, AUGUST 30, 2010

StonesCorbelled dry-stone building

cairnsone stone

at a time

placed

beore taken away

by

time.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 02, 2010

Atoms and EveThe personal God

is within

each atom

that plays out

in the constructions

as expression

o that which

creates.

The personal God

is mystery that we

seek to understand

with but voice

and desire

and knowledge

that we too

are atoms

yet

alive!

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2010

Laws of natureBehind the laws o nature,

law-less-ness.SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2010

AwakingWhen

Iturn rom

Me

then seldwells without doubt

thatWe

and soonThey

are whatit is

allabout.

Back aheadRooster crows

eyes blink

heart beats

clock ticks

sun rises

out o bed

another day

to look back

to see ahead.



SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2010

Tree of LifeA tree

in my minda tall redwood tree

I imagine

with eyes closed

limbs

touching

the blue skyroots

grasping the earth

like fngers

holding

on or dear lie

a loved one

in grie

in need

o comort

yet another blink

the tall redwood

tree

and the skygone

and replaced

by another

thought.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2010

DNAA crick in time

in a wayintertwinesalong a line

bindingyesterdaywith todayin a way

that assures

that tomorrowwill unwind

and be refnedin a way

that defneswhowe

are.

SilencedPerhaps

like seeds unwaterednever to spring to lie

or placeand time

were never just rightso waitingand dreaming

and livinga

liein silence.



TUESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2010

Thinking thoughtsWhat is lie?

but the agelessthinking thoughts

nowthe always now

lie is neverbeore

or is neverater

clinging to nowor the ride

it takesyet some escape

pen to paper

memoriesthoughts aliveliving in timebeyond death

in otherminds.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 15, 2010

A thousand cranesThe ormless lump

o claythat fnds itsel

at bay

atop

a spinning world

this day

rom the bottom

upthe guiding pressure

rom

the potter’s hands

liting

this lump

o primal ooze

upand into

a celadon vase

o a thousand cranes

in their

earthen home

each

awaitingthat autumn day

to burst

and y

away.

*with thoughts of Korea’s

Thousand Cranes vase in mind.



WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2010

Mythos meets Logos*The making o

mythologyI observe

when the

mythos

meets the

logos

to serveas a pitcher

caught in time

milky context

or thought

yours and mine

logic

poured

into words

entwined

real

and still

a good deal

letbehind.

*with thoughts of Johannes Vermeer’s

The Milkmaid in mind.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 28, 2010

Things in itselfWhen no thing

becomes some thingin our mind

is whenwe think

on the tip o our tonguean acorn

made realto eel and hold

on the tip o our thumbindex fnger too

to touch that whichour mind makes real

or in the endthe acorn has

no say sobut

to bestill.



FRIDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2010

ButterflyWings utter

in the airoh so tinyis the dare

without so muchas map to bear

oh I utterdo you care?

i I too

can yrom hereto there?

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 05, 2010

Night breaksNight alls

dark and to the ground

stars rise high into the skyI sleep and in my dreams

day breaksthen

sun riseshigh into the sky

thenI awake

to darknessand in my thoughts

night breaksand the worlds

becomeone.

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 09, 2010

How to build a Universe IIThe universe

oh so slowly

re-created

in the words

o countlesssouls

and even now

that journey

just begun

until that day

when all

will ftinside

a single

one.



THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2010 AM

GeometryPoint to point

line by linerom here to there

meeting now and againat places where

the obtusemade

you scratch your headand thoughts became

acuteor rather dread

in a make-believe world

at and entirely unurledin the roundnessinside

your head.

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2010 PM

Starry NightA sigh

in the nightbreaks the overhead

vision

o things past

that touch my eyes

ater so long

a journeyto then dissolve

in a matter

o a blink

in time

to resurrect

in sightless

thoughts

and to live on

in words passed

rom me to you

a piece

o a star

made realby sounds

uttered

in the dark

o night.



FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 2010

Moveable feastSome poems are like

caught troutin hand

others

uncovered ossil

just discovered

ull o wonder

and some

a booko plain geometry

at and to the point

while others

dewdrops

on a golden

autumn

maple leaSee!

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2010

DesignWordy thoughts fll my mind

until I whittle those not mineand soon discover that what’s let

are the ones that must be kept

until that time when one’s adept

to precepts o design

simply put

and sublimeorm

ollows

unction.

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2010

A Matter of Scale

A matter o scaleis the world we dwell

measured in time

with but our mind

but step by step

we are inclined

to explore this world

until we fndmeaning

or such

little

time.



TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 2010

Where is the real You?Do we really have a clue

what makes DNA you?when in every cell it hides

or a complete copy abides

yet my mind tells me too

that the you just a ew

seconds ago

is not the you

rightnow.

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 2010

We Three KingsJust because!

the child asked why?turtles atop turtlesand the philosopher

cries why?the moon round

and the earth toocircle the sunin tow we go

yet where we y?the theologian

knows why!to break throughthe air blue sky

in timewe’ll see

stacked no moreturtle atop turtles

and we’ll know why!yet the scientist cries

too much to solveand be involved

when we all knowwithout a doubtturtles stackedwith no supportare but clever

contortsthat do purportto be whatever

you wantthem

tobe.



THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2010

Giving thanksQuality kind

hearts entwinedrevealing memories

shared in time

heartily dine

and don’t decline

when passed

the turkey

and the wine.

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 2010

Unnaturally naturalWhat has science wrought

a vicarious world boughtso that we need be taught

that religion must be ought

and superstition caught

so that we have naught

imagination raught

with anything but

verifable thought?I think

not.

The Englishman overheardHe seemed

to say

mist treeand indeed

it was to me

or all around

they were astound

o such a tree

o lie conound

or evolution unboundand even now

as I recall

it still remains

a

mystery.



The BeetlesDung beetle

lowlyand not so holy

to thosethat eat

guacamole

butentomologist

on hands and kneeswith expertise

in searcho eyesthat see

what you and me

are blind toconstrue

a bughallowed

through and through.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 05, 2010

One and AllIntertwined

we areeven when aar

we are

you and I

we are

but one

we are

whenlie

unites us

and you

and I

become.

Thinking big bang thoughtsI close my eyes

trying to imagine

all the stars

that fll the sky

and ever so slowly

I return them to

until the thimbleis ull.

And that’s

just

the beginning.



The Martin Buber SlamI and Thouis the how

but then you growlYou think Tao?

or one bea skeleton key?

that unlocksthe tick

that talks?while in rhymeto the chime

o cosmic time?Oh I thinkbetter yet

my mind a ploughto divide

the here and nowin tiny collections

or inspectionslooking or

the hidden coreheretooreunaccounted or!

And I replycould be a lieto always tryyet misapplyobservations

or

truth.Truth?I howl

wiser aska hoot owl.

And soI do.

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2010

The Hieronymus Bosch Rag*Heaven

orhell

seems to be the sell

that the stories tell

but between the lines

is where the mind

fnds the myth

in all its pithto be itsel

but a tale

used in place

when timid minds

simply want

to be told

whatto

do.

*with thoughts of Hieronymus Bosch’s

The Garden of Earthly Delights (right panel) in mind.

ONCE UPON A TIME

Moving MountainsThe sand in my hand

once a mighty mountain was.

What did Jesus say?



WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 15, 2010

Life CyclesIn my sweet time

I dineon lie

which is the price

to be alive

and thrive

at the expense

and the oense

o liesacrifced

or my

next

meal.


A wayMatter matters

is the patter

that rains down

on our crowns

but concealed

waiting

to be revealed

came down

and appealed

to our

better

nature.


Enter NetIn this world

o countless mindsintertwinedin space and time

like vinesblindly eelingor the sourcethat gives lie

and warmthto eachand every

oneous.


Teuthidodrilus samaeWeird as it gets

scared out o our witswhen real

appears surrealonly to reveal

upon closer look

the once mistookand orsook

is but biologicaland logicaland even

theologicalin nature.



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