Wednesday, December 9, 2015

poems for Igor

Thanksgiving turkeys receiving pardons as Judith, Frosty, Tama state: 'we (this means you, Daryl) will pardon Igor the pig, and find him a loving home. . .'

Well, I (umm, we) did 

Having sought a home of mudholes, mudmates and caring humans for ginormous, overly affectionate hog-dude buddy Igor. . . 

Igor now roams/wallows on a nearby organic farm owned by a couple who, we've realized, are blood-cousins via the Nebraska Sand Hills: relatives through the town of Purdum  (pop. 6, inaccessible during winter) with a cemetery where our related grandparents (among many more) are buried

Igor, I owe you much more than a home with new-found blood -
I owe you poetry.

These, from some of the dearest, for you, Igor. . .

                                    The only thing
                                    that travels faster
                                    than the speed of light

                                    is a smile.

                                                               Dennis Rhodes
                                                      Naples Florida

ass't. ed. Tama states,

'you know, thinking about
Igor just makes 
me feel good'

He has turned old in the saddle -
The poet on his
Eternal journey.
                                          Ajša Zahirović

                                          Bosnia and Herzegovina

      The sun rises in my heart, I call it love.  
      Every leaf of me.

Give life to two birds with no stone.
                                    Charlie Mehrhoff
                                       'nuff said

True Spirit - Genuine Love.  

True artists living in good spirits 
Undeterred by royalty, pomp and show
Act as genuine messengers of peace
Fly in their own realm of consciousness.

Kingship squeezes creativity and love.
All their men and horses display splendour.
Devoid of grace, beauty and blessings
The spirit of heaven, pure and sublime
In all its sincerity and loveliness 
Embraces poor sweet sacred hearts
To release them from chains, clutches, shackles
Of desires and sins, glare and attention.

Love and sacrifice, sincerity and humility
Creates its own heavenly wonder for worship.

                                                  Bengaluru   India  

from ass't. ed. Frosty -
"feeling this good 
about Igor, the only next best 
thing must be treats
and belly rubs. . ."

I agree, Froster, and, let's embrace three more, then, treats! treats and belly rubs for all!

   falling leaves...
                               she cups her hands
                                              Jo Balistreri
                                              Genesee  Wisconsin

Poetry Everywhere
                                   for Courtney Love

"I wrote poetry everywhere
on the walls, on his shirt
I wrote poetry everywhere"                                       at night on the sheets in our bed
in my sleep in my dreams
I wrote poetry everywhere
on my face the war paint
(stirring up all kinds of trouble)
I wrote poetry on the table cloth
in Jax's Fish House
a haiku surrounded by wine
glasses, white napkins, red brick
walls, green fish - tiny dots of
blue light hanging from the 
ceiling - Nick Forrester eating sushi
at the next table
I wrote poetry everywhere
I wrote poetry in books
that didn't belong to me, past due,
checked in, checked out,
on posters at the coffee 
house, poetry notes on golden 
peeling bathroom mirrors
surprise tanka on the
toilet seat
I wrote poetry everywhere
I wrote poetry on the stairs
seven steps to the landing
turn left.  Six more to your room.
Listening to the blues, Muddy Waters
wailing, sitting on the floor
eating dates, drinking white wine.
I wrote poetry everywhere.
You made a pass, I didn't notice
better to keep writing poetry
Flat on my face, flat on my
ass, flat on my back
just keep writing 
poetry everywhere

                                        Judith Partin Nielsen
                                        Longmont  Colorado

wow. . .   
treats! treats and belly rubs for all! 

see you in a moment

a. daryl nielsen


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