February 13, 2010

Short Form

by jhon baker

Last night I drempt that I was working on this blogs layout. ‘Interesting.’ I thought as I was writing in HTML fluidly, immediately I surmised that I was dreaming and I stepped away from the computer into a long hall where there were no doors but it was so wide that the contents of rooms were laid out bare to be seen by all who passed. I searched awhile looking for the right dream to be in but ended up awake having to use the bathroom.
This is an older poem, one of my long time favorites. Written after buying a kitsch African made pen as a gift.

short-form

this pen made in Japan,
this paper in Italy.
these thoughts from Africa,
these hands from Spain.

I was born with knowledge,
baptized a Lutheran.
yesterday I was an African Tribal Priest;
this morning I am an American Buddhist.

these are my interracial writings –
give love to all my brothers and sisters.

– I wrote this

Tags:
February 11, 2010

be genuine

by jhon baker

brother of mine, be gauche
with life and lovers, or
be of self who is unrepentant
and glory filled
with no collections
or continued sadness.

be gauche with intellectuals
and presume yourself one in
belonging or
be honest and forgive
yourself these lies.

– I wrote this

After leaving the Visitation of an old friend and returning home I have learned that one of my favorite poems will be published on or around Feb 25th in the second issue of Rejection Digest.
a link – http://rejectiondigest.weebly.com/
I will post the link to my actual work once it has gone up. Even though the poem has been rejected by an a lot of publishers I am quite happy that it has been picked up by Rejection Digest. What could be better? The news was most certainly well timed as today there was the visitation and I am struggling to word a poem for the first time in years.

‘I sketch umbrellas to remind or Juan Grande Pecador’  is one of my prized poems and I am very happy to see it out there where just anyone may bump into it.

Tags:
February 10, 2010

in memoriam

by jhon baker

I don’t think the importance of some lives can be measured. Some lives have altered the path of so many others that their passing can only be comprehended on it’s surface and not truly grasped even by the most intelligent of gods, the most compassionate of gods. These men leave such a perfect impression on our will that all we have to do to remember them is look at those who surround us and our selves for we are all better for having known that person.

Tags:
February 9, 2010

things learned while not working during work hours

by jhon baker

ice-skating is like dancing on sheet metal.
my dog died seven years ago.
the best seers wear sunglasses when they sleep.
retired politicians go to work in the Vatican.
the tango seems expansive in hallways.
cell phones are the plague of modern man.

the automobile’s force will go on in a straight fashion,
          unless acted upon by another force;
or spoken to in a gentle manner.
it’s relative tho.
time is not linear unless man is.
evolution only acs as a barrier between
          father and son.
it must go on, and
most times that’s all it does.

 – I wrote this in 2008 while reflecting on time spent at an information center hidden behind a wall.

Tags: