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Ongoing Creation
ONGOING CREATION
Inhabit your life until it creaks, cracks open
Loudly ringing for a change – for transition
Hopefully, dutifully – inspirationally calling
Out to each and every reader passing by
In time words appear … “Beautiful poem.”
You reply: “Thanks for your kind words.”
A Comment On Comments
A COMMENT ON COMMENTS
This writer is forever very grateful
To all those who spend their time
In suspending their precious time
To those who not only visit, read
But reflect, chew a while and share
Their own thoughts and feelings
For thus we may build community
In flagrant defiance of those others
Who fearfully wish but to destroy it
Gentle
GENTLE
Gentle is best
I’m sure I read that
Somewhere
Or maybe dreamt it
Who’s to say?
But if not
Then maybe t’is I
Should write it
Right here, right now
Gentle is best
And always
Fare Thee Well
…..
FARE THEE WELL
Freedom, Compassion
Stewardship, Community
The Dead still alive
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TRUCKIN’
Truckin’ – Got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin’ – like the doodah man
Together – more or less in line
Just keep truckin’ on
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit – it’s all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas – got a soft machine
Houston – too close to New Orleans
New York – got the ways and means
But just won’t let you be
Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of True Love
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin’
Out of the door and down to the street all alone
Truckin’ – like the doodah man
Once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes – the cards ain’t worth a dime
If you don’t lay ’em down
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
All a friend can say is “Ain’t it a shame”
Truckin’ — up to Buffalo
Been thinkin’ – You got to mellow slow
Takes time – You pick a place to go
And just keep truckin’ on
Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant I guess you’re gonna come in
Busted – down on Bourbon Street
Set up – like a bowling pin
Knocked down – It gets to wearin’ thin
They just won’t let you be
You’re sick of hangin’ around and you’d like to travel
You’re tired of travel, you wanna settle down
I guess they can’t revoke your soul for tryin’
Get out of the door, light out and look all around
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been
Truckin’ – I’m goin’ home
Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong
Back home – Sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin’ on
Bit Part
BIT PART
Anonymous, unavowed
This unremarkable string
Fastened in place with pegs
To the harp’s framework
No specific name or title
Beyond the one designated
Conventionally to this one
Frequency of vibration
In one among various
Tonal systems – Pinned
The name, the tone, is true
Only if the string is stretched
To one unvarying degree
Not too tense, nor too slack
That one pure perfect note
Which, plucked over and over
Soon becomes monotonous
Quite void of all interest
A bore, dull and tedious
No wonder – Look at the word
Shush, they’re about to begin
The harp gives angelic voice
Our unremarked string sings
No longer a sole monotone
Key note in the heavenly choir
Ben Naga 
Community
Oct 9
Posted by Ben Naga
COMMUNITY
Woke up surrounded
Experimented with trust
Not a great success
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Tags: Community, Disappointment, Life, Relationships, Senryu, Social commentary