| Starpoet Newsletter Vol. IX, No. XXV |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Sunday, 22 June 2008 | |
 The Starpoet Newsletter
Volume IX, No. XXV I saw you dancing naked
Beneath the full solstice moon Long after the festival Was drunk full of celebration. Hot summer moisture Beaded off your dark skin, Reflecting the bright starlight In the moment's passion. Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
  Wherever you go, there you are.
-- Thomas à Kempis
-- Buckaroo Bonzai (in order) this is the summer of thunderstorms
Air to Ground Air to ground
Air to ground Air to ground Hiss crackle Explosion overhead Cymbals Detonation after detonation Air ground Until the heavens surrender
And the storm passes on For the moment A distant deep growl Lisa Jain Thompson June 2008 misplaced vision
The Dry Spots
Caught out in the rain,
I wonder what the stars must think Of all this cloud covered planet And its small unfurry bipeds Who scurry for the dry spots in a storm. Watching a candle burning,
I hold a piece of the sun Within the water glass, a taste of ancient Distant memories when first We learned to tame heaven’s fire. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 Of two evils we must always choose the least.
-- Thomas à Kempis
mid-America
The
The inland sea grows restless
In ancient, forgotten ways, Stirring the earth to memory As the rain continues to fall And the Mississippi Leaves its banks once more. All this was ocean once,
All this will again When mountains crumble Where mountains rose, As planet shifts and quakes And waters rush in Where great saurians lie Among the ancestral shoreline. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 working for control
Curses
Coffee,
Smell and taste, Wake-up, Do your poet thing. Paint some marvelous line
That no one expects, Some unanticipated brilliant rhyme That brings a smile to your face As the poet escapes from still another Lyrical redundancy. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 Did you know that ER is still on television?
That The Phantom of the Opera is still on Broadway?
That Hugh Hefner is still dating?
That George W. Bush is still president? Phillip K. Dick
The Poet as Alien
Perhaps I am a spy
Sent here by some alien species Native to a planet Several thousand light years From The Earth. That would explain
This constant need to record my thoughts -- They’ll all go into my final report When I return at last To the red hills of my birth, Assuming they remember I’m here
And I’m not a forgotten fragment Of some scientific project That has since lost all Its government funding. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 working on my consciousness
Being or Not
Focus, unfocus, Focus is drifting, Chasing the shifting minutes Into the night. Time floats by
Unnoticed, unanchored, My mind, unsettled, Closely follows. The clockless hours
Are meaningless, Consciousness, a figment Of my discontinuous inspiration. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 Weingarten on Guys
One day Pinocchio came to Gepetto with a problem.
"Every time I have sex with my girlfriend, she gets splinters. What can I do about this?"
"Have you tried sandpaper?" Pinocchio hadn't, so he went to try it.
"Pinnochio," said Gepetto a few weeks later. "How is the problem work out with your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?" said Pinnochio. "Who needs a girlfriend when you have sandpaper?"
<rimshot>
Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be,
since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be. -- Thomas à Kempis
what then?
Escaping the Sea
Can I do what Houdini can’t
-- Speak these words trippingly When my lungs no longer breathe? Can my mind will my thoughts to being
When lips lie shriveled in earthen grave? My thoughts will not my silence
‘though my bones vanish into Sappho’s sea, I would be no less quiet than Shakespeare Should these volumes become unbound. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 Whenever you do a thing,
act as if all the world were watching.
-- Thomas à Kempis
 starpoet along the edge
The World Beyond Words
What's the cutting edge here?
Certainly not the poet. She would rather be wife And well made mother Than any rebel without cause, Although a poet starfarer,
Set free among the galaxies To visit strange worlds and peoples, Would be a tempting alternative If I could bring my family with me. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 Be assured that if you knew all, you would pardon all.
-- Thomas à Kempis
starpoet
Sonnet for Robert
Halfway out in the Galactic disk
Beneath the massive dark matter halo, Both sun and planet circle unnoticed Around the bright core of the center. From Andromeda or distant cluster,
We orbit unobserved in quiet starlight, With evidence of our existence Undetected and invisible. Time has launched ten billion worlds,
Filling the heavens with life and opportunity That scatter starward, moon by planet, Until distance suns are reached And we greet them, opened handed,
Fellow travelers among the starways. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2008 There is no such thing as a shirtless woman,
just like there's no such thing as a topless man.   © Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2008. Further distribution of this newsletter in its entirety is authorized. Email your letters and postcards or visit her contact page at the Starpoet website |
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