"God is online & offline" [boomerang poem]

God is online & offline
God is beyond lineation
God is without form or sign
God is in all of creation
God is deep-source information
God is top-notch ruby wine
God is the long implication
God is online & offline

"The art of the quip" [boomerang poem]

Is the art of the quip now an infobahn talent?  I guess
yet its long antecedents trace back  to an ancient salon
picture please Oscar Wilde as Twitterer!  would he express
those incisive bon-mots & touchés  from sundown until dawn?
granting much one espies on the internet  merits a yawn
there's a smidgeon inspiring deep thought (not so fleetingly)  yes? 
on the chessboard of fate   am I cast as a quip-equipped pawn
with the art of the quip now an infobahn talent?  I guess

Selfie-Birthday Boomerang Poem

I'm fifty-eight today
a sliver shy of sixty
if I've not hell to pay
I'd call that truly nifty
the world is strange & shifty!
who spreads the bright array?
a sliver shy of sixty
I'm fifty-eight today
 

A Winter Sojourn [English shi 詩]

Now back at home    after seven hundred miles
my weekend jaunt    up to Walnut Creek again
we live amid    a wintery dream of smiles
though spring is prone    to spring back into our ken
as fall is apt    to fall back into the plot
and summer's likewise    crouching amid the piles
of bricks that build    the fantasy game we've got 
when back at home    after seven hundred miles

Riffing with Ladinsky

I saw God laughing
(though few can see God)
I see him giraffing
and in the earthclod
he's making his nod
as a tree with breeze wafting
more lovely than odd
to behold the Lord laughing
 

"Furious dancing” [boomerang poem]

Hard times require furious dancing
deep thoughts inspire gossamer words

high stakes invite hazardous chancing
broad trees invoke boisterous birds

long roads suggest ludicrous strife
dim rooms support amorous glancing

tombstones disguise infinite life
hard times require furious dancing

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This poem’s first & final line are borrowed from an eponymous volume of poetry by Alice Walker – though I wasn’t aware of this specific origin (instead supposing the line to be anonymous) when reading the line (with illustration) late at night in a friend’s Facebook status update, and feeling it to merit a riff comprised of parallel sentences, I dashed off the above amusement.  (As an afterthought I googled the line, and can accordingly cite the said reference.)

Whim-Sourced

Yes everything is in-sourced
all comes from the unseen!

whatever is has been sourced
through sorcery most keen!

whatever seems emerges
by whimsy   call it whim-sourced

both revelries & dirges?
yes everything is in-sourced

"When the laptop returns" [boomerang poem]

When the laptop returns to the lap
it's like seawater back to the sea
now the fingers resume their tap-tap

while the mind is inclined to know glee
the computer's a spigot you see?
info flows to the screen while you nap
one delights in restored harmony
when the laptop returns to the lap

"Almost now" [boomerang poem]

So the time is now? the time is almost now
from antiquity's Om our universe arose
things are getting a bit intense (one could allow)
a divine conjunction looms (one might suppose)
although time be illusion river-like it flows
although everything's nothing still you wipe your brow
unobserved in the drama a secret flower grows
so the time is now? the time is almost now

Fantasia ("A theatre by the sea") [boomerang poem]

To meet you once again is my delight
to gaze into your eyes my soul's desire
a theatre by the sea at brink of night?
are angels queing up their tacit choir?
I once supposed from life I might retire
but who can stay the rushing torrent's might?
to bow to destiny I now aspire
to meet you once again is my delight

Rosenspiel

O rose how is your heart?
O heart where is your rose?
dark leaves distill your art
clumped thorns display your throes
your tongueless story flows
its hidden drift how chart?
time's muted secret grows
O rose how is your heart?

Chronicle of a Deinstallation

When I uninstalled face-recognition
from the software amid my own brain

there commenced an amorphous condition
that some might recognize as insane

had I poured my whole life down the drain?
had I nixed my fine knack for precision?

much was lost & how strange was the gain
when I uninstalled face-recognition

"Mythologies" [boomerang poem]

Cars pass without surcease
pedestrians are seen
mythologies of peace
hide nestled in the green
sun glints amid the trees
the pool hosts carp & geese
I've pocketed the keys
cars pass without surcease



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Sunset Park (Beverly Hills)
August 9, 2011

"When things don't fall apart" [boomerang poem]

When things don't fall apart
perchance they fall together
what darkness in the heart
prefigures stormy weather?
life ventures with a tether
the horse plods with a cart
all things emerge together
when things don't fall apart




for David Hykes

"Not all roads" [boomerang poem]

Not all roads lead to Rome
only the road one uses
not every house is home
only the house one chooses

having superb excuses
heaven itself my dome
this thought my brain produces
not all roads lead to Rome

"the moon on a stick" [song]

I want the moon on a stick
‎& the sun on a string
I want eternity quick
like an infinite sting

I want to fly in the swing
where the sky has grown thick
with cool cosmic bling-bling
I want the moon on a stick


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Note: the first & final lines of the song are borrowed from Marc o'Guiotto (Facebook status update)

Metaphysical thoughts on Melrose Avenue [boomerang poem]

The world is but a bubble in the mind
though mind may seem a bubble in the world
as mystery gives rise to humankind
humanity in mystery is curled

we come & go as destiny decrees
“what makes us laugh & weep?” inquire the blind
though all have eyes how rare the man that sees
the world is but a bubble in the mind

“Fortune cookie” [boomerang poem]

If you don’t program yourself
life will program you

if you’d just program your elf
little left to do!

fortune cookie knew
you’ve got no talent for pelf?

life will program you
if you don’t program yourself


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Verse’s 1st couplet lifted from cookie text.

"hackers" [boomerang poem]

Pro-Palin hackers seek revenge
by targeting Twitter tit for tat
the newsline brews a tawny tinge
electro-cyber-hacker spat
you barely glimpse the Cheshire cat
there’s little left except the grins
while phishermen are getting phat
pro-Palin hackers seek revenge


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Riffing on this: Pro-Palin Vandals Hack Twitter in Revenge for Email Release

"Born to dance" [boomerang poem]

Born to dance & prone to prance?
even though you're not in France?
loving every happenstance?
isn't this a fine romance?
choosing to embrace all chance?
glee suffusing face & glance?
every whither shows a whence?
born to dance & prone to prance



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For Robin Bisio