"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 pricked

my sleepy mind alerted

by noise rather than

words

Noise from actions

from chaos

(from the ashes of a fallen star)

from the scuffle before me

as leaders and their minions

gather and mingle

and carry on (hurriedly)

(almost panicked)

about things real or

un-realistic

grasping at words

said-spoken-written-read

cherry-picking the best phrasings

regardless of meaning or context

rearranging metaphors

to suit their needs

then spring wild

like fire

upon the presses-the masses -the networks

society has built itself on

scandals raging

money changing hands by the millions

the wide eyes of the Believer

and the wary visions of the non

all collectively occurring

in an organized frenzy

(of falsified spontaneity)

designed to simply boost and boast

their Chosen One

as Ruler of Everything.

The goals realized

almost a tie

a unanimous sigh

some for

some against

some full of apathetic ignorance

most full of pride

and the new cycle

begins again.

Words selected

twisted (and) re-applied

accusing and hypothesising

angrily pointing speculative fingers

anywhere but home

determined to undermine

to slam and slander

to purposely create derision

(doubt and mistrust)

to spin the facts

into a fine cloth of deception

tightly wound

the Truth bound

distracted and blind

defensively over-compensating

for ideals that no longer matter

(distracted and

slightly off course

partially lost)

(forgetting the

meaning

of Why the path

beneath our feet

is there.)

"QUACK..."

The sound is once more...

My eyes flip open

my head becomes clear.

The sun is kissing the horizon

the geese and other fowl

are beginning to drop

from the sky

waddling in a mass

one throbbing unit

all heading to safety

heads soon tucked under wings

almost quiet now...

"QUACK..."

I see ahead at the shore

a flurry of feathers

falling from the sky

far behind the pack

alone

not quite in control

of its own power

wings visibly clipped

flying crippled

it dives and stalls

and tries and tries

again to land

giving more focus and energy

to the deed

than the rest of them

combined

And as the darkness falls complete

I can no longer see it

but I know it is there

making an effort

making it happen

doing its best

to appease the rest

and complete the task at hand.

...then it comes

breaking the silent eve

a persistent solitary whisper

of victory...

"QUACK."

-C SCHWEIZER

©2013 C SCHWEIZER

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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

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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