July 23, 2007

Flower Dreeming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flower dreeming grow brain

Like humin smart

Make things happin good --

And the byooty uv wurds.

 

Flower have strange dreem

Sparrow come

Eating seeds

Then turn into crow.

 

Dreeming, dreeming flower goes:

Sun and water come then grow

Suttle change like water flow

Flowers bloom like brite rainbow

Peeple having flower show,

Showing flower byooty.

 

Flower nitemare:

Wintertime

Sun comes seldom

Not much shine.

Cold prevails

Blooming done

Flower says in dreem to sun:

"I tried and I tried

To bloom to no avail,

So I cried and I cried

Until the ground ran dry

And I died,

But at last you came

And wonce agen I came alive."

Dreem came troo,

Bad then good.

 

Humin dreeming, waking sleep,

Tired frum catching, thinking deep.

Fish are in the fridge, I keep.

I dreem this poem, more or less --

Sum forgottin, perhaps the best.

I struggle to write down the rest --

A sort uv rill-life memory test.

Cook fish with herbs and lemin zest.

 

Random images unveil.

I'm confuzed wut'z dreem, wut'z rill.

A jumble uv life, made into tales.

Cars on road, going fast

Turn into ships with sailing mast --

Creetures that I've nevir seen

Living life inside my dreems

Catching fish uv major size

Frum a mountin streem, my prize

Goldin trout to pleeze my eyes

And pink in-side like salmon -- yum!

 

Lonely winter nearly throo --

Soon your coming, drempt uv you --

Humin nitemare ending:

"I tried and I tried

To keep you by my side

But you had to go so I cried and I cried

Then I died;

Now finely you come so I waken

Wonce agen alive."

Like my sun; I slowly wake

Dreems vanish and my hart-ache lifts,

Each day with you a loving gift.

 

I drempt I wuz a bolting blue

And goldin peony flower.

I pollinatid you, my dear --

My purple flowered passhin vine --

Almost by the hour,

A little now, a little later

A lot in all.

 

"Let's hybridize,"

I sed with a smile

And looked into your flower eyes.

I gave you all my pollin;

You frootid for me in return.

 

I had an idea:

Lets declare the whole whirled sacred

Then stop fighting.

I had another idea:

Soldiers must be at leest 80 years old;

It must take at leest that long to have the wizdum

To justly take another humin life.

I dreem uv peece, not fighting.

Angels seem to be helping me.

May-be that'z why I can fly in my dreems.

 

Waking up, T.V. on --

The whirled iz run (or iz that ruined) by stoopid men:

How to make munny frum munny

Click: A rich celebrashin uv tallniss (baskit ball)

It'z March Madniss

Click: Politishins wantid;

Only billionaires, celebrities, and family members of other politishins need apply

Click: the Clintons vs. the Bushes

Click: Snorts-and-swagger, the governater

Click: How the free markit wirks by turning the whirled into a sweatshop

Click: Ad time (sad time) why we need to buy more clothes, more cars, more cellphones

And so on, and so forth.

Click off.

Maybe they don't dreem enuff --

Cynical me

Iz allergic to selfish deceit

and stoopidity.

That must be why I sneeze so much.

 

Dreems happin, seem rill

Rill or illuzhin, hoo knows? --

Except wen your dead.

Things happin, seem good or bad --

Good forchin, bad forchin, hoo knows? --

Except wen your dead.

 

Bad makes you lern, good makes you lern

If you know wut'z good.

If you think long enuff

Sumthing brillyint comes to mind.

Don't forget that.

 

We are all geniuses at hart.

Huministic me

Thanks my menny mentors

For teeching me that.

Humanistic me

Springs frum the love-source uv all,

The evry-where spirit.

I can fill it wen I think with all my mite.

 

Humanistic me

Lives in humble humility.

A grate-full little conduit uv berth and then re-berth,

I am but a tiny flower growing in the erth,

This lifeship which orbits the sun,

Az it circles our galaxy,

Which floats among other galaxies,

Az they travel to parts unknown,

Inhabitid by life undiscovered,

Surroundid by realms unobservable --

With an evin greater creator uv infinite good.

Thus, the huminist in me iz stronger than the cynic.

Az long az we lern, it'z all for the good,

All else iz just a phase we're going throo.

If I'm wrong, I'll eat crow.

 

Womin are mostly like flowers

Helping the whirled won petal at a time

While men grab at the headlines.

Womin can be prezident

Az long az huzbend wuz first.

 

Goddess gave berth to the Uni-verse;

That makes more sense to me

Than wut I've been told.

But how little we rilly know

And how much we have yet to lern.

Most heroes are mothers.

 

I saw an Apple tree in winter

Dreeming it likes blooming too.

High atop its hilltop haven

Making nests for roaming ravens,

Froot abounds in summer seezin

But winter, seems a diffrint reezin

Ice-sickles invade like knives

Watir frozin, leeves turn dry.

 

Springtime dreem, tree tells sun its tale

"I tried and I tried

To grow forth to no avail,

So I cried and I cried

Until all my leeves turned dry

Then I died

But I woke

At last to see you smile,

And wonce again I came alive

And bloomed magenta byooty

becoming ripe and frooty."

 

Tree drempt Flower;

Flower came troo.

Flower drempt Humin;

Humin troo too.

Humin now writing

Flower dreeming Humin

Humin dreeming Flower

Climbs like spiral staircase Roze--

DNA double helix grows

Upwurd az with brillyince glows

Joined to genius, past the crows

Ravens and the sparrows,

Becoming sum-thing more

Than we can evin dreem.

Thus ends this time flower dreeming.