"POEMS and Other Random Bits"
Here you will find an assortment of poems and other random bits, just as the title suggests...
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Friday, September 13, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
"QUACK"
This the poem I am reading/read on the SPEAK & BE HEARD Radio show
Feb 16 2013
4:00-6:00pm. KTLK AM 1150 http://speakbeheard.com/
*NOTE-this is the radio edit version...just add the ( ) for full version.
BRIEF:
Is the second term of a Presidency just a lame duck session or can a real difference be made?
QUACK"QUACK..."It this 'real'?Is this 'sound'?Is this 'a definition'?What is this noise all about?"QUACK...Again my ears are prickedmy sleepy mind alertedby noise rather thanwordsNoise from actionsfrom chaos(from the ashes of a fallen star)from the scuffle before meas leaders and their minionsgather and mingleand carry on (hurriedly)(almost panicked)about things real orun-realisticgrasping at wordssaid-spoken-written-readcherry-picking the best phrasingsregardless of meaning or contextrearranging metaphorsto suit their needsthen spring wildlike fireupon the presses-the masses -the networkssociety has built itself onscandals ragingmoney changing hands by the millionsthe wide eyes of the Believerand the wary visions of the nonall collectively occurringin an organized frenzy(of falsified spontaneity)designed to simply boost and boasttheir Chosen Oneas Ruler of Everything.The goals realizedalmost a tiea unanimous sighsome forsome againstsome full of apathetic ignorancemost full of prideand the new cyclebegins again.Words selectedtwisted (and) re-appliedaccusing and hypothesisingangrily pointing speculative fingersanywhere but homedetermined to undermineto slam and slanderto purposely create derision(doubt and mistrust) to spin the factsinto a fine cloth of deceptiontightly woundthe Truth bounddistracted and blinddefensively over-compensatingfor ideals that no longer matter(distracted andslightly off coursepartially lost)(forgetting themeaningof Why the pathbeneath our feetis there.)"QUACK..."The sound is once more...My eyes flip openmy head becomes clear.The sun is kissing the horizonthe geese and other fowlare beginning to dropfrom the skywaddling in a massone throbbing unitall heading to safetyheads soon tucked under wingsalmost quiet now..."QUACK..."I see ahead at the shorea flurry of feathersfalling from the skyfar behind the packalonenot quite in controlof its own powerwings visibly clippedflying crippledit dives and stallsand tries and triesagain to landgiving more focus and energyto the deedthan the rest of themcombinedAnd as the darkness falls completeI can no longer see itbut I know it is theremaking an effortmaking it happendoing its bestto appease the restand complete the task at hand....then it comesbreaking the silent evea persistent solitary whisperof victory..."QUACK."-C SCHWEIZER©2013 C SCHWEIZER**************************************
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
LUKA SONG-video
Here is the video for LUKA SONG from "SEA to BE" (CORKELECTRIC). Written the evening he was born, it is a 'Tribute to My Amazing Son' and to all the Fathers who have been seperated from their children due to failed marriages, legal BS, and ...divorce. (FATHERS HAVE RIGHTS TOO and we have feelings as well)...Not an hour goes by when I do not miss him. (I LOVE YOU LUKA!!!...and I miss you more than words can say...this is for YOU, Son! Love always-DADDYCORK) Rock on! -Cork
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
FOLLOWING GRACE
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FOLLOWING GRACE
following grace inside
the wall
which
covers today
and brightens
the minute by minute
pomp and splendor
associated
assisted
assigned
assassinated
til the silence beyond
true concepts
waste and wane
until blackened
fish are
fed...
...food for
fools.
This time
red wine
shaking beards
shaved closer
by ants
and hover crafts
built boldly
inside frozen
solid
icebergs made of
mine shattered
stained glass
loins.
Here now the
senior year
begets dreams before desires
real
these tears
the cries
the wails
the lies
all told
hold mould
to squeeze
out
the paste
the puss
infectious infections
acidic
liquid lava
flow
beneath rancid
red glow coals
of festering
intentional
solitude.
Rinse this day
of wrath
gather the beings
luminance's plastered sheets
translucent
opaque
milky
and flowing
endlessly
outward
from the gut of earth
euphoric reaction
placating naive embryonic
fortunes
to beyond universal
spacial special
space
and time...for now
until
the end.
...until
it
is
done
before hope..
ALL WILL APPEASE
PEACE TO ALL...
...posthumously.
-C SCHWEIZER
DEC 25 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
NOW IS THE TIME
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NOW IS THE TIME
The clock
keeps ticking
ticking
ticking
always ticking
forever
time stands still
for no one.
Now is the Time
to realize
the Time is now
live and succeed
see and breathe
now
it is the only moment
we truly know.
Forever believe in yourself,
lest this world be denied
of your talents...
so much more to come
you have yet to shine
and consciously
blind Time.
Move into today,
live it full
then move on
to tomorrow...
leaving yesterday
behind.
Challenge the day
to bring you bliss,
and accept your gifts...
share them with yourself
learn from them,
use them beyond
your comprehension...
push past your best
break through
walls of doubt
learn
from the things
you already knew.
Let the future come
with a new sunrise,
and bask in its wonder.
Allow the newness
of the day
to motivate you
renew you
ignite you
Let ideas
-that once flowed freely
now dammed up
and forgotten-
become
a gushing fountain
a geyser of
embryonic inspiration
flooding and
filling the voids
the gaps
the cavernous
empty spaces
inside
becoming the new fuel
that propels you
forward...
forward...
forever
forward...
for now
and for
always...
Only YOU can
make it happen...
Do it.
You know
you can.
Now is the Time
theTime
to Rally.
-C SCHWEIZER
Dec 09 2012
Copyright CSCHWEIZER
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Sunday, October 28, 2012
"POEMS and Other Random Bits": ButterCup
"POEMS and Other Random Bits": ButterCup: * ** *** ButterCup MyButtercup the butter is cupped full of flowers filled with butter melting smelting gyrat...
ButterCup
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ButterCup
MyButtercup
the butter is cupped
full of flowers
filled with butter
melting
smelting
gyrating
under the dancing
flicker
of candlelight
so many times
so many lines
crossed
in this lovers
embrace
to hold you beyond dawn
to feel the roar of wind blow
to touch the sunshine
to be free
season after season
year after year
lifetime after life
is what it is like
to love you.
Thank you.
Love,
YOUR
LionMan
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C.SCHWEIZER
copyright Oct 2012
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Thursday, July 26, 2012
THERE INSIDE
THERE INSIDE
There inside
the world of class
lies the freedom
sought
The holes burn deep
inside this life
this mind
our minds
overcome it
How then does
the sun shine?
the moon glow?
the soil
open
to receive
all truth?
How so
does the tree
grow?
those
who don't know
still
believe
it?
yet so deep
within
holing back sin
trying to
recover
from
not winning
we ride the waves
and try to behave
and do our best
to withstand it
teachers come
and teachers go
yet none shall be
forgotten
and all we need is
just a little
Patience
All of us
there
inside...
....lying bare
untouched
virginal
naive
and lusting for
this world
so fragile
so unique
made of glass
this world
the world of
class.
-CSCHWEIZER
26 July2012
copyright2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
WHERE DO YOU WANT
***WHERE DO YOU WANTWhere do you wantto gogo goodORnot goinghow hot is this Soilwe breathe uponbreed upon touchuponnaked soulsmy feetsee the sonthe only onethe won is listedin the contestyetsomewheresomehowit boilsthe heat upon usthe passionunder the skinthe painand releaseof joyitmattersnotupon this thincoil of lifeto tastetimeand marrowof what it isto beforaginginto the futuresowhere do we go nowwhere do you you want to bewhere do you tastemewhen all is goodI want to be the onewho makes it all realand the onewho sayswhere do you wantittogoWhere do you want itnow???-CSCHWEIZER21 JULY 2012copyright2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
SOMEWHERE
SOMEWHERE
Somewherein timethere is place of beautywhere all the trees blowand flowers growsoft and pleasantto the eyeand people laughand smileholding handsby the waters edgethe waves whisperspray and mistthe grass is alivethe hills are greenand love blossomsfrom insideso pure with lightinnocentand freeand the colours of the sunsetbright orange purple and limebring fruitas sweetas honeyyesthisis where I livedreamand knoweverything is okthis is whereyou shall find melostsomewherein time.-CSCHWEIZER16 July 2012cpyright2012
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