Venus, New Moon, VaporTrail

Venus, New Moon, Vapor-trail 

to Patricia Hughes 

As we walk back to your apartment
Venus, the new Moon, & a vapor-trail
against an intriguing blue night sky
bemuse us both; I doubt nothing.

(07 NOV 13, V. V. Santa Clara CA) V.1 

[Author] IS IN the Store!

Last night I dreamt that I walked into my local Barnes Noble bookstore just as the local bus pulled up displaying&announcing my name as its destination. 

Later...I thot of how B&N (who I worked for ~10 yrs in Wellesley & Boston MA) could turn that into an easy local-author PR program in which local authors would be highlighted the moment they stepped into the local store by a visible/audible display that announces "[Author Name] IS IN the store!" (Trip it off by zipcoded RFID.) Concept: Like us, authors buy books at their local B&N. (By pre-arrangement, of course.) Make their in-store presence easy for them & buzzy for locals who will remember & e-mail about it after...

UP TO UP TO

UP TO UP TO

Some people imagine that

Somebody drops a ladder

for everybody to climb up;

other people get to work

building a tower up,

both imagining an up

to up to. Imagine that!

(25 SEP 13, V V Santa Clara CA)v6

The OT-biblical dynamic images - a ladder descending, a tower ascending - assume a Heaven 'up there' but what if what-if is here & now? (i.e.) Jiddu Krishnamurti told us to learn to accept that It doesn't get any better than This. I'd rather a ground-level horizontal common-good, not an unnecessarily-vertical one.With a lot of unoccupied planet to fill; people being born every minute to fill it, wise-up, humans! This it IT! Make the most of it!

FALL

For every cuppa tea I sip
a tear should fall, 
disappearing into it.

(11 SEP 13. VV Santa Clara CA 95050)v2

JUSTA CUPPA

Lonely for company,

I crave a cuppa tea

to centa me; 
w/out it I'm sadly

ungrounded. Tea,

& your company

centa me. Dica me,

sitting beside me.

(10 SEP 13, V V Santa Clara CA)v5
No.1240 (2014) of www.poems-for-all.com
San Diego CA

~ Bill

neoAmeric@n tweet

neoAmeric@n tweet: fin@nce works for @ll, while the rich flee.. t@xlessly...

(Labor Day 2013)v3

THE  TWINS

The twins were born

on a day when the rain fell

heavily on The Valley

their family had come from

for centuries: the rain fell

while their mother waited

for the birth pulses

to push the twins out

out of her large belly;

they came out crying

w/out having to be slapped.

She called them di-criers,

the Twins who cried at birth.

They spoke to each other

in sharp cries early-on;

they understood each other

but no one understood them;

what they cried about

was a mystery to everyone.

They had nothing to cry about

other than their smartness

that everyone took as normal.

After all, they were babies

of a normal size then,

at that time, in that valley.

Family crests had gone

out of style by then,

but they deserved one -

of twin eagles, beaks

open to the left & right

making soundless cries

for the world to hear

what they had to say:

We have dual messages

to communicate to you:

Listen to us! LISTEN!

Everyone heard them

but no one understood them

as their cries overlapped.

What they were saying was

as meanngful to all

as what they were saying -

saying to the Valley,

saying to their country,

saying to the continent,

saying to the hemisphere,

saying to the world,

saying to the solar system.

A river ran thru the Valley

the twins grew up in, curving

as it entered the Valley,

making a great arc that named

the Valley 'The Valley of the Arc'

naming its people Arcians,

so the Twins were known

as the Twins of the Arc.

The Arc was their symbol.

The twins were given a sign

of two dots under an arc

to be known by, marking

everything that touched them

or that they touched. It

branded all they were, had,

from clothing to sheets,

wall-coverings, toys, tools,

utilities. The came to see it

as theirs, eyes looking back out.

from under an eyebrow. It

was obvious to anyone

who was willing to look.

Everyone looked & saw.

When something simple occurs

it becomes a symbol. When

something symbolic occurs,

it becomes a fact in fact. It's

raining now as I tell this story;

believe me I mean it to mean

something to you who read

or hear this. It is simple enuf

to be symbolic, symbolic enuf

to be factual. Bear with me

as I tell it. You will soon

see its obvious value.

Knowing who you are

is easy enough; you are

who you are named,

son of, grandson of,

daughter of, grand-

daughter of, & so on,

tribally, but all

those many names

can tell you is who

begat whom, how,

why &  wherefore,

not which way they

are heading &;why.

These are your own.

Our eyes to see through.

Our minds to understand

the meaning of living

where we live,

who we are

given as parents, shapers.

You are fortunate to know

any of these, because

you can shape a story

out of these materials,

true or false, of your own.

Own it, no one else can.

But some will try. You

may not think so, but

who you are may appeal

to somebody else who

may wish they were you.

Not you as you think you

are, bureaucratically.

You are being watched,

known by many numbers

that are attached to you.

Numbers can be used

to create a new you

allowing someone

to become you, but not

the Twins who were

two of a kind, a pair

like no other. People

mimicked them once

a year on Twins Day.

If you are thinking

something ominous

is about to happen now,

it isn't. I'm simply

telling you the ways

of the Arcians in

The Valley of the Arc.

It was their whole world.
They never left it.

.

What I'm telling you is

folkish, not fabulous,

not fantastical, If you

were born in The Valley

of the Arc, you would take it

for granted, unexceptional,

the facts of life there. You

would see what the Twins saw

on the annual Twins Day.

[tbc] 

01 NOV 10, 16:00 PST - 06 SEP 13, 4:06 PST

Valley Village 4-4D, Santa Clara CA 95050