"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

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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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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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

SOMEWHERE

SOMEWHERE

Somewhere

in time

there is place of beauty

where all the trees blow

and flowers grow

soft and pleasant

to the eye

and people laugh

and smile

holding hands

by the waters edge

the waves whisper

spray and mist

the grass is alive

the hills are green

and love blossoms

from inside

so pure with light

innocent

and free

and the colours of the sunset

bright orange purple and lime

bring fruit

as sweet

as honey

yes

this

is where I live

dream

and know

everything is ok

this is where

you shall find me

lost

somewhere

in time.

-CSCHWEIZER

16 July 2012

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SCREAMING AT THE SUN

SCREAMING AT THE SUN

Screaming at the Sun
for answers
hiding in a shrub
for fear
climbing the driest
mountain
with broken limbs
crying into darkness
missing rain
skin bleached red
head spun
full of spiders
tongue parched
blistered from
drink
holding out
for something
someone
some reason
to wake
again
confused
and
screaming
at
the Sun.

-CSCHWEIZER
13 JULY 2012
Friday
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SILENT TALKS

SILENT TALKS

Silent talks
sweeping the day away
pin pricked points
  starry starry night
screaming from the
heavens
to come
to call
to settle down
within the solid
lava
flowing from molten pores
driving deep
by braille
steeped in solitude
awaiting the dawn
calling the day
turning it up
a notch
to eleven
soundless
and seriously faint
we swagger and shift
until the night is day
and the mind
 is finally quiet
with silent
talks.

-CSCHWEIZER
29 JUNE 2012
copyright2012

DIRT DUCK NOW

DIRT DUCK NOW

Dirt duck

now waiting

spilling upon the grass

holding back

drinking

falling too much against

itself

calling

each day

alone

to me

sliding

down

into the drink

hold fast

dirty duck

reach deep

into soil

footing aghast

no more turmoil

but why

dirty duck

do you strain so hard

when you can float

inside

the mead of life???

Dirt ducks

see

and drink

more salt

can you breathe

for me

without

dirt

duck sea

now?

 

-CSCHWEIZER

27 JUNE 2012

MY FAULT

My Fault

 

The sun does not shine

the water expands

the rain is inconvenient

the traffic is bad

the loans are not paid

the moon is gone

the earth turns too fast

the pavement is too hot

or too unstable

the elevator never comes

the wrong line is picked

the tires are not inflated

the roof leaks

the laundry is not done

the bottle is empty

the bed is not made

the ring is not there

the love is gone

the account is over drawn

the gas tank is empty

the lawn is not mowed

the sink leaks

the hot water is gone

the carpet is dirty

the road is under construction

the rent is not paid

it is too hot

it is too cold

it is slightly uncomfortable

etc

yes

it is all my fault

blame me

I am innocent.

 

And I can take it.....

 

-CSCHWEIZER

27 JUNE 2012

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TIME TO EAT THE STRINGS

TIME TO EAT THE STRINGS

Time to eat the strings

holding up

life

puppet like and void

of compassion

or thought

just knowing

the nighttime

sweats

soaking through

beneath the bone

screaming behind

closed ears

fearing truth

and shunning desire

and lightness

a simple cut

a slice to the marrow

a mis-dialed call

can sever it all

before time abates

and the stomach shrinks

and there is nothing left

but time

to eat

the strings.

-CSCHWEIZER

27 JUNE 2012

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HOPE IS GONE

HOPE IS GONE

Hope is gone
as the air is transparent
the breeze
coming from people
full of themselves
steeped in Prideful Fear
judging each other
as if they are god
calling the shots
so low
so Shallow
so consistently
useless
pointing fingers
covered in their own
feces
at the stain
upon
anothers' shirt
saying
out loud
with suspicion
"They are evil"
yet forget
the stink they smell
is coming from their
own soul
in guise of superiority
condemning all
that do not agree
falsely
instilling
a reason to be better
than hope
itself.

-CSCHWEIZER
26 JUNE 2012
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THE COLD SWEATS

THE COLD SWEATS

The cold sweats

of summer

not knowing what to do

watching the leaky pool

void of

laughter

and small feet

leaving melting

tracks

with no direction

ghost like giggles

float among

coloured bubbles

caught high

in the invisible wind

vanish

with the heat

until night grabs you

holds you close

and devours

the liquid

transforming life

into cold sweats.

 

-CSCHWEIZER

26 JUNE 2012

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SUN FLIES

SUN FLIES

Sun flies

away within

the caress rots

the carcass splits

we feel not

the same

Moon cries

today breathes itself

away

cascading beams

touching the soul

ignites to flame

less dense

and painful

than the crow

who waits

to survive

upon

corpses

and light

and the flies

of Sun.

-CSCHWEIZER

26 JUNE 2012

copyright2012

TODAY IS A GOOD DAY

Today is a Good Day

a good day to ride a train

to sing in the rain

to not complain

to just remain

the same

in vain

until the train

hits more rain

we complain

and remain

all the same

in vain

its a good day

today...

...again.

-CSCHWEIZER

24 JUNE 2012

TIME COMES HOME

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TIME COMES HOME

Time comes home

to sleep alone

the cars stop

for

nobody

soon

within the cocoon

withering shell

ignites the flame

fire desire calls

deep inside

to find and fight

for nothing

but flight

and careful

planning of

domains

to the sunset glow

and Easter snow

all that is called

true love

remains.

Giants towering

trees

hurl cones

to be free

millions of years

there

alone

for the moment to sleep

deep underneath

call me

back

in...

...time

 comes  

home.

-C SCHWEIZER

June 23, 2012

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WELCOME note-001

WELCOME to this attempt at getting some poems, thoughts, ideas, and other random bits off my chest, out of my head, and into the real world.

Some of the material may be old recycled stuff, but hopefully there is some new words fluttering around inside my brain seeking an escape route...this venue could possibly be it.

We shall see!

Please come with me on this voyage into the unknown...words need eyes to read them, bring yours along...come see with me.

PEACE,
Corky