Poems On Parade!

A Valentine's Poem

2011-02-14T07:25:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7QyUNoNF58

At The Infinity Pool

2011-01-25T08:08:00.001-08:00

I'm swimming to the end and back.

Aging

2010-11-14T13:16:00.000-08:00

I can't do anything

About going bald

But I won't be

A fat, bald guy

My Love

2010-10-17T12:23:00.000-07:00

No matter how many dimensions there are

In this infinite unknowable

There's only right now for you and me

It may be selfish

To want to go there with you

But, I don't care

I can't understand everything

And I certainly don't

In fact,

I feel like I've forgotten almost all of it

The past, the future, even this morning

So what?

I just hate to see you feeling bad

Caught in comparison

Crashing into regret

Or denying

All the wonderful truth there is

The Birds

2010-10-17T11:49:00.000-07:00

The birds that I admire so much

As they fly by

Are harder to appreciate

As they peck their way into the side of my house

Self-Possession

2010-10-17T11:41:00.000-07:00

Were you ever a young child?

I can't quite picture it

I see you held hostage by Indians,

in Wyoming,

And you telling them that you hope

They are aware of the consequences of this

And that you hold them collectively responsible

For anything you might have missed

During this incredibly difficult time of your life

Poetry

2010-09-15T09:07:00.000-07:00

This is an intimate business

I'm talking You're listening

I try to listen

but it's easier talking

Relaxation

2010-09-05T08:26:00.000-07:00

Relaxation is a cumulative thing

Each day, I drop lower toward the ground

Growing wider, more dense, slower

And, smoother –

A slow-motion lava flow

Of enjoyment and appreciation

Held in the middle of a mound of dough

Rising above and spilling over

Any kind of established container

There’s a breeze here and sunlight

The world is turning

But, because I’m turning at the same speed

I can’t feel it.

The Tang Astronaut Poem

2010-08-13T07:24:00.000-07:00

Your hands at 8 and 4
Your two-tones through the floorboards
We're in the middle of Iowa
Going 80 miles per hour
Through fields of corn
Strong as soldiers

Windmills fill both sky
And imagination
Endless moment
In which to live

2010-07-07T16:47:00.000-07:00

New petals surround our need

While sun centers the fevered garden

Rocks lie cool and light

In easy shadow

Delirious after a marble winter

Those sad memories are over

Soon we will take ship and

Together

Stream through a thousand mad springs

Playing to some soft breeze

And after loving those holy oceans

Put in at a vast white beach

Watched by the sky

Changed through parting

Yet freshly placed by time

Daddy, How I love ya, How I love ya

2010-06-19T20:31:00.000-07:00

Father’s Day is a good idea

To celebrate our manly wisdom and sense of balance

Our steady vision and our strength in age

Kind of like Jack Palance

Movie stars are one thing

And real guys are quite another

It’s odd, but only natural

That all Dads should be brothers

We’ve all endured the hardships

Each Dad must face alone

Sons with a sense of independence

Daughters with minds of their own

We help and hurry and wait and worry

To our families it’s all the same

Dad will take care of everything

That’s how he gets his name

Is it strength by which we qualify

Raking leaves and shoveling snow

Or is it our mechanical genius

I really do not know

Daddy, Dad, and Father

We answer every call

And handle each emergency

As if there were none at all

We pass on our endless wisdom

As a gift, though it’s hard won

And though, at times, our tempers flare

We manage to have fun

Our responsibilities are boundless

Yet we meet each with a smile

It’s aging us prematurely

But we do it all with style

And though, sometimes, we're tempted

To go out for that fabled pack of smokes

This family life has its share and more

Of laughs and inside jokes

When things are rough and rocky

There’s always one who’s level

Look no further, family dear

It’s this talented, handsome devil

This way of living is an adventure

And sometimes full of treasure

And, if, at times, we must complain

There’s less groaning than there’s pleasure

A Father’s job is never done

It never is completed

And, though we’re sometimes on our knees

We never are defeated

And while the job may have no ending

Every now and then we get our due

When one of our sweet, unruly gang

Says, Daddy-0, I love you

2010-06-01T06:39:00.000-07:00

You scream at music

But I'll overlook that

2010-05-26T08:35:00.000-07:00

The last time she laughed

A world more difficult than this

Relaxed its haunted form

And let passion flash full

Drunk with the night

Made mad with rhythm

A spirit of glorious amusement filled

Each open heart

With sweet song

So ripe and warm

So soft and deep

That every wild rose could imagine its soul

Changed from ancient dream to new symbol

2010-05-22T07:29:00.000-07:00

Is Beauty

Behind this business

of never having perspective

I've been aware

That I get weak

When I see her

But I would not tell her so

2010-05-19T15:34:00.000-07:00

What if life was never the drama

You imagined it was

Only life and death and everything in between

Without any villains or monsters

Just an open canvas

There for whatever you want to make

No evil, no hero, no author but you

Day by day

From dust to dust

Always here, always now

2010-05-18T06:35:00.000-07:00

I changed my life

by giving up almost

and

willing only always

2010-05-15T13:14:00.000-07:00

But now

My heart

Full of a future love

It's an enormous ocean

It has eternity

As its vivid language

And has no agenda

But now

The Vows, The Wows, The Here and Nows

2010-04-15T20:09:00.000-07:00

It’s a confluence of character

That could not have been predicted

The entwining of purpose

The alignment of perspectives

The nourishment of imagination

The cooperation of sensibilities

Brought together by a generous fate

A visitation of harmony

A reorientation of direction

An astonishment of recognition

An expansion of emotion

Unexpected, yet so clearly welcomed

The simplification of distance

The expansion of possibility

The measurement of commitment

The acknowledgment of responsibility

All this and more

A testament to bravery

An annunciation of hope

A confidence declared

A summation of dreams

A pledge to perseverance

A commemoration and celebration

Of a love gone large

Never to be abandoned

Automatic Bank Deduction

2010-04-01T20:26:00.000-07:00

Go ahead,

take it all!

April Fools

2010-03-30T09:49:00.000-07:00

April fools

Hoping for something

To move this mountain

Determined to see a sign in each

New discovery –

Breeze,

With a breath of green

Birdsong,

Announcing that cheerful hunger for light

Moisture milking its way

Both up and down, in and out of

Creatures and situations

They believe

Only seemingly smaller than themselves

Those fools

Each year making the best of a world

Lost to repair or reparation

Unclouded by the unfairness we all endure

Pretending change can happen

Don’t they know or realize

That this foolishness

Pales before our disappointment

2010-03-30T09:08:00.000-07:00

The clouds flow toward us

Borne on the silver river

Of their own bright rain

True Love

2010-03-24T14:37:00.000-07:00

She dropped her fork

and said,

"I can't see you anymore."

Later,

he was heard to remark,

"I'll never use a fork again."

To the Author

2010-02-17T08:38:00.000-08:00

It's tough to fill those empty pages

With all those inky scratches

Like trying hard to start a fire

Without those stinking matches

First one word and then the next

You're building your libretto

It starts out kind of slow at first

And then moves allegretto

The characters begin to speak

Not knowing what to say

But soon you just can't shut them up

They're in each other's way

The scenery is beautiful

You stop and watch it all

Before you know it, spring is gone

And now it is late fall

The romance needs attention

To make it really right

It's obvious that they're in love

But all they do is fight

The plot is slowly hatching

So slow it makes you weep

You work it over breakfast

You talk it in your sleep

And then it really starts to move

It's living and it's breathing

You just sit back, it writes itself

You arrive home without leaving

That's what you've been waiting for

When eggs turn into birds

But what a lot of work it was

And what a lot of words

But now it's done, it's finished

It's not like any other

It only took a couple years

Hey, why not write another

We

2009-11-15T08:13:00.000-08:00

We
Are two
Are one
Are we
You the sun
I the sea
In love
With love
With each
Are we
Are two
Are one
Are you
Are me

Beatnik Poem

2009-10-24T15:55:00.000-07:00

The saxophone is wailing and the piano nearby is tinkling.
I'm reading some poems by a very dim light.
The ashtrays are full. My beard itches.
This turtleneck is giving me pimples.

And, all the while, in the next room,
some demented bongo player is trying my patience.
I'll howl at the moon, but I still won't know the difference
between here and now.
I don't care. I'll carry on.

Unidentified Flying Object

2009-08-29T12:11:00.000-07:00

Was that a robin
or
a sparrow?

The Fishes Wish

2009-07-12T12:23:00.000-07:00

The stream was streaming past
It was streaming extremely fast
Though much too rough for serious boating
The fish were there, serenely floating
Singing, “Life is but a dream”

The birds were in formation flying
As my friend, his hook was tying
He hoped to fill his empty creel
With enough nice fish to make a meal
But that’s easier said than done

The fish just thought him foolish
And the idea of eating them simply ghoulish
In a perfect world, we all are brothers
All us fish and all the others
But that perfect world lies elsewhere

The fisherman calmly waited
Thinking his success was surely fated
But their fishlike ways were wily
And their freedom prized so highly
That their life remained a dream

The sun was shining brightly
And his cares were resting lightly
Surrounded by the green
And sung to by the stream
He had a thought, a new one
That life could be a dream

The fish plainly stated their wish
Not to wind up on a dish
“We really think we oughta
Remain here in the water”
That was the fishes’ wish

A compromise was reached there
Between the water and the grassy banks there
This fisher and the fish decided
And have ever since abided
To be both content with singing
“Life is but a dream”

Happy Birthday!

2009-07-06T18:43:00.001-07:00

Fatman's Prayer

2009-07-02T09:43:00.000-07:00

Thank God for clothes.

Mendelssohn

2009-06-12T09:23:00.000-07:00

The Wedding March is a wonderful tune
Felix composed it in early June
He married a girl in late July
It’s December now and he wonders why

He says it was all a Midsummer Night’s Dream
That things are not what they once seemed
His sweetheart then, has now turned sour
Each married minute is like an hour

A carefree man was he
Without words, but full of melody
His way was clear, his problems few
Before he uttered the words “I do.”

He ran away to Italy
To learn what happiness could really be
There he became a great sensation
Divorce, for him, brought reformation

In Awah Dah

2009-06-07T15:31:00.000-07:00

Neek woo ze naybah. Moko no feenah zu.
In Hala Eeva, zu wah so fine. We nui
Za badah. E go like dis:

On a day so near le fah
A goo du ga me see so lah
A goo no me ah oh so sweet
De fu she no da nui neet
Dos lips sa wah nee fata yah
She so be sah in awah dah

Tu eetah oos a wah no fah
Me cuus she sah so nee no wah
See scoooo in Hu no fah dee bah
Ah gi woo she ah gi no bah

A Gesture to Exercise

2009-05-06T21:20:00.000-07:00

My gesture to exercise
I call it.
This ride I take
each evening.
The dust rises behind me,
as I pedal by.
The hills stretch south
in a long line,
softened by the changing light
and comforted by the
blue of the fading day.

God knows, I need the exercise,
but it is the quiet view,
so vast and so still,
horizon to horizon,
that really brings me here.

Clouds hang weightless
above the green and gold
of the prairie
and, if I’m lucky,
I’ll see a hawk
on his way home,
like I am,
with the space and time
to feel how lucky he is.

Paper Crowns

2009-05-05T16:51:00.000-07:00

We sit here with our paper crowns,
speaking quietly to each other,
turning right and turning left,
stopping occasionally,
reacting,
remembering,
lost in a wonder that includes everything -
the delicious light as it comes through the window,
the endless day that is passing,
the noble company around us,
the sad idea that makes us laugh
at ourselves,
here, with our paper crowns.

Fast Food Haiku

2009-04-27T19:19:00.000-07:00

Wok and Roll
Friday night's exhaust
Yakatori or sockitumi?

Keeping Them Crossed

2009-04-26T16:07:00.000-07:00

I keep my fingers crossed

Hope for the best

Indulge in expectation, again

Thinking that knocking on wood

Will protect us all

Or that the proper placement of objects

Will bring about what I am

Always working towards

I send wishes to the stars

And trust that the

Cosmic arrangement of things

Out in cold, dark, and

Unconscious space

Will guide my small dreams

Into orbit around a glowing globe

Somewhere

My intentions are directed

Toward a future I'm hoping

Is beyond the reach of this past

Filled, as it is, with

Cracks beneath my slow-witted feet

Mirrors broken by accident

Hats thrown casually on beds

And a lot of ladders

Mid-life Crisis

2009-04-25T14:35:00.000-07:00

Oh, my God!

My hair!

My waistline!

My bank account!

And, death, too!

Checking It Twice

2009-04-10T19:48:00.000-07:00

Let’s make a list of the
powerful words
the evocative ones
the ones that will
bring forth love
from the cruelest heart
and replace the weeds
with flowers

that will turn the moon full
that will cast long shadows
that will inspire birdsong
that will ignite the flames
that will melt the ice
set the table
keep the pages turning

that will breathe honey
that will create a breeze
that will still chaos
that will cross bridges at twilight
improve tans
straighten desks
and build strong bodies 12 ways

Words that will saw a woman in half
pull a rabbit out of the hat
push worry to one side
unseal fate
instill confidence
and bind together all wounds

Words that coast downhill and
incite perpetual motion
that carry the tune
take the weight off
induce laughter

Words that bring about reconciliation
accomplish big deeds
that fire the imagination
that initiate long years of prosperity
and cause dreams to arise
like fish to the surface

Words that compel the impossible
install, nearby, the unreachable
and allow the inevitable

Words that
share the wealth
save the whales
and give peace a chance

Words
more powerful than despair
words that evoke the once hoped-for
and now forgotten

These words are a way to
define a wish
to tell the future
to make hope real

a way to imagine
a way to begin

- Ted Ringer

4/5/09

2009-04-05T13:17:00.000-07:00

First, we take a little step
And then we take another
We started somewhere way back there
And now we're here, oh brother!

Two Thousand Nine, April fifth
It sounds like science fiction
We're walking on this road of life
Let's do it with conviction

Those little steps accumulate
And take us quite a distance
Along the way, we sometimes fight
But we bow to Time's insistence

There is no other way we find
And no other way is better
We stick our toe into the lake
And each day just get wetter

Finally, we're in the swim
Contentedly, we're floating
Each drop contains a universe
Each drop deserves our noting

- Ted Ringer

Way, way back.

At least the robbers
left this one thing behind -
moon in my window

- Ryokan

Jazz

2009-04-02T15:36:00.000-07:00

Hello Poets, writers or not, today is the day.

Jazz

His hands, like alligators, are eating up the keys
And he’s there, facing the music, jumping up a little on the bench
To pull the notes out of that battered old box,
Running up the keyboard to hit the one note that gets you,
Left hand laying down the beat for the trumpet to soar over.
We’re pinned to our chairs and know there is nothing else to do
Except, take it in.

The trumpet now is overstated, but no matter, the moment will pass
And another will come to take its place and then it will be now again.
Always now, moving to the next bar, the next inspiration,
One note coming out of the one before it, without thought,
All made from feeling, rising to drive us crazy.

- Ted Ringer

And, oh, the past.

Canis Major

The great Overdog.
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye,
Gives a leap in the east.

He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.

I'm a poor underdog,
But tonight I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.

- Robert Frost

Poems On Parade!

2009-03-28T10:52:00.000-07:00

Flags are flying. Poem majorettes are twirling. Poem players are marching - some in order, some not. Everyone is out in the sunshine waving, watching, wondering.

Did I mention wishing, remembering, and celebrating!? Kids, moms and dads, guys hanging out on the corner, girls giggling and pointing, grandcouples smiling, everyone is glad to be here and ready for more.

Old standbys, new friends. Form and formless. Figure and ground. Noise and silence. Whispers, exclamations. Narrative and abstract. Colorful and wildly monochromatic. Serious (ahem) and not so. Big words, small ones. But, plenty of them. Or, not.

Welcome to the parade. Every day is a holiday. Everything, an occasion.

Krazy

I am always ready to play along

And trace the picture here before us

Two trees amidst the wilderness

Two birches in the forest

The moon shines down

Through leaf and limb

It's raining down upon us

And sings so sweetly in the dark

To you, Ignatz, addunnis

You merry mouse

You show yourself

Not through words

But through your actions

With your bricks of love

A home we'll build

A shelter from all factions

Of discord

And of datchord

Of one and

One another

For me, there's you

That's all there is

There isn't any other

- Ted Ringer

And now, a blast from the Past.

Simple Talk

Spilling themselves in the sun bluebirds

wing-mention their names all day. If everything

told so clear a life, maybe the sky would

come, maybe heaven; maybe appearance and

truth would be the same. Maybe whatever seems

to be so, we should speak so from our souls,

never afraid, "Light" when it comes,

"Dark" when it goes away.

- William Stafford