Blue Haired Ladies..

Graceful move about a groove could not guess her years.. eyes reflecting laughter, parties.. sad love and some tears.. down in New Orleans.. Riverboat to dance.. find a girl in the unknown.. an unknown circumstance..

Song about ‘big muddy’ ferry cross the main.. ‘President’ wheel to see the French Quarter again.. down Canal St. on to Bourbon jazz fills the air.. from all night club in the cellar right on down the stairs..

Ako Ako patois word for music every day.. some plan all year for the Mardi Gras New Orleans way.. parade plan each man will stand with tribe parade.. each year better than past ‘Spy Boy’ plan made.. ‘Spy Boy’ with a flag carried for the tribe.. will not lose it for a threat or any money bribe..

Finer is better.. understood the best.. Mardi Gras a party dance.. music ebbs to crest.. Heard

A SHORT DRIVE E. ON HIGHWAY 90 TO ALABAMA.. ABOUT 30 MILES IN.. THERE IS A STONE BRIDGE.. OVER A RIVER SURROUNDED BY GREEN..

‘Satchmo’ blow and sing about ‘Saints Marching In’.. beauty soft ‘Wonderful World.. again again.. heard jazz greats address the fates with melody so true.. guitar sad a hollow harp.. that ‘New Orleans Blues’..

Blues run like a river feed a waiting pond.. clear notes butterflies dance on shore lovers lookin’ on.. all about music flow strong cold beat to dance.. maiden.. man beguile with smiling moves love’s game of chance..

When I am doing something boring.. when something hurts me.. when I am joyful.. when love comes to pose it’s question.. whatever happens.. it is better with a good driving song.. Peace T.

©AC.23.5.12.arr././

Swim in Whiskey

Broken fences.. peeling paint.. broken image of a saint.. corroded brass shines from

THEN SOMEONE ACCUSED ME OF BEING AN ALIEN FROM OUTER SPACE.. HELL, A FEW PECULIARITIES.. AND ‘HERE COMES THE SMUT’..

wheel edge.. wind howls wild through pass to rocky weathered ledge..

Chinese barkeep name of Kim.. seen decades nine plus.. cannot read in candle dim.. town died in blood and rust..

Man with a piano looks the eyes of age.. plays a song sung of past times.. of love.. knowledge sage.. guitar music from Paco.. Latin pretty strong.. strings howl scale adventure Rom melody in song..

Melody wonder struck.. soft perfect full sound.. my heartstrings drowned in whiskey.. drunk here on the ground..

Perfect melody words sing farmers growing crops.. folks who eat need food.. be dead before they stop.. bawdy for the bar gal.. heavy for the drunk.. laughter sad for Bob  Barkeep whose wife left with a skunk.. storied blues about the gambler.. harp for maidens fair.. 

Mankind dreams go back to ground.. with song left in the air././

On this day I am any of the characters in this poem.. Life is very lonely when one has a bottle for company.. just a bottle of poison.. short relief and slow death.. Peace T.

©AC.21.5.12.arr././

Toggle Track Blues (12 bar blues med)

Ladies wait men.. ladies maintain as men commit in dream.. beauty is..

Down in bayou country quiet smell of musk.. been here since I woke this morning.. moving now to dusk..

Woman love heart mind soul.. took money from me.. my thoughts were of making love.. hard love naturally..

Did she cheapen did I deepen what we felt in time?.. now her puppet party‘s dead.. loss scars this heart of mine.. 

Ch.

Wish to expectation.. promises not true.. she said ‘what we had we did.. it was up to you’..

as she walked talked to new friends.. in a little phone.. sexy walks passion weight comes.. heart cries ‘so alone’.. 

Look in books of story.. books of what was seen.. history explored as beasts of burden.. create scenes..

Seconds lived by artists.. contradict what comes.. seconds pass.. each second lived.. is rhythm for love’s drum..

Play it in your loving.. play it as you sleep.. when love comes to you for true.. you know a love to keep..

Cannot begrudge or judge things that made me blue.. she said ‘we loved romanced and danced my time in love with you’..

Finding happiness where disappointed expectation was.. is love in time.. Peace T.

©AC.5.21.12.arr././

Feeling Good..

TOMMY IN HIS ‘CAS’ PERSONA.. KICKING BACK.. TAKING IT IN..

Tommy Tortoise was his name sunbathing in fun his game.. learned to run as he grew.. quick mind with a love for you.. every morning he would say.. ‘it feels good to feel this way’..

Faceless faces skip along.. some sing happy party songs.. dance in time.. under trees.. ice skate, ski in a snow freeze..

chimney smells clear autumn  Day.. mockingbird singsong  say.. Tommy says.. as in a play.. ‘it feels good to feel this way’..

Problem seen.. blamed on fate.. may think ‘wow.. the hour is late’.. do not stress.. guilt or hurry.. Tommy T. allows no worries.. slow in body.. slow in scene.. sees what promises may mean.. block a dream.. block a wish.. mind food dreaming on a dish.. 

set in velvet.. by wet moss.. Jesus smiles from the cross.. Moses with his children free.. olive branch.. calms angry seas.. gods discuss in darkened rooms.. light from colored dream weave looms.. old guitar man.. spits to cuss.. simple song.. explains to us..

‘Young I was a lover strong.. still am just not for as long.. was a soldier overseas.. everywhere love is to please.. song in dream.. dream in life.. on my bible.. on my knife.. song good song.. I have to say.. it feels good to feel this way.. when love’s over.. when I play’..

Every creature seen that day.. as Tommy walked on his way.. filled with dream  laughter tears.. to pain screams.. love conquers fears.. best path found this sunny day.. man, it feels good to feel this way..

Today as I walked I saw the clouds challenging the sun in splendor.. Peace T.

©AC.19.5.12

Poly Mark the Frog..

‘In Toto’ only photos know simple resolve.. Picture clear inscribed ‘Dear’ love

PAUL POLLYWOG WAITED FOR HIS LEGS AND DREAMED OF THE DRUID HE SAW..
THE BEAUTIFUL PEACE OF A WORLD SEEN AS A CHILD..

from  time revolves.. Elephants memorize moments decades past.. young living have dreams fulfilled.. peace when good dreams last.. 

 Paul Pollywog spoke with Elder Bully Bob A’Frog.. had a moment to recall happened in a fog..  he said

‘My goal is freedom.. every song I croak.. melody is froggy sweet.. folks said it as they spoke.. me I listened as they drank speaking of our kind.. I tried a song for their lot.. seems they lost their minds.. throwing rocks at my song beauty to front off.. imitated my song with a strangled ugly cough’..

Ollie Owl put down his towel stepping from a steam.. in politics he learned some tricks.. recorded by the ream.. still and all he did not fall.. kept his moral ground.. got a job writing news.. about lies coming round.. ‘After knowing who one is’.. Owl said in his voice.. deep and boomy never gloomy spoke freedom of choice.. ‘style presents to social graces faces that are you.. fashion for the moment is a sign not what is true.. following or leading must be done with care.. delusion leaves a robot who can but obey and stare.. looking for a person.. one who has not died.. someone solid.. known to each.. a soul deep inside.. walk on water for a minute.. bend and taste a drink.. have a care no bottom there.. to stand on thus one sinks’..

as pollywogs grow two legs at a time.. Paul recalls his youth when Ollie and Bob took a puppet mime.. called it ‘misdirection’.. stemming from a lie.. showed respect love to infect all who laugh or cry.. with their inner message.. loving peace aware.. Paul Greatfrog is an elder.. with a love to share..

Fine feel of free vacation nation is our home.. called the earth from our birth a gift called ‘sand and foam’.. part in parcel Minstrel Marcel brought happy love news.. words of beauty to all life.. love before the blues.. Peace T.

©AC.18.5.12.arr././

Story Poem Figures

Climbed from my mirror saw another by my side.. beyond harp

REMEMBER.. AFTER THIS HORRIBLE BATTLE WE HAVE TO GO GROCERY SHOPPING..

reeds.. dreams and deeds.. .. there pawed  four stallion steeds.. fiery breath accompanied

song of passion song of needs..

Forever same as never.. beveled to fine edge.. stories told flow color gold.. prophets on the ledge..

Characters waved to me then quietly in line.. waiting for a place in a story that is mine..

Brendabobble sits and listens to fine music sound.. by a stool carved of fine wood.. gobbles by the pound.. books from shelves with nooks where spiders nest and lair.. Brendabobble understands just how and why to care..

Adventure Ross won at La Cross plays a wicked hand.. he is boss on strings will play lead anyplace he stands.. sings a song of freedom.. laments those of woe.. has a heart for different folks.. head to his second

toe..                                                                                                                                  

Holly Homestead lays in bed thinking of her home.. children there to love teach and learn grown will roam.. one may be a soldier.. girl maybe a nun.. love is in their hearts and minds.. respect never undone.. simple for the complicated.. for lost a home to find.. strong ties for true..no lies..

create the kind that binds..                                        

Minstrel stands to the side his clothes from Olde time past.. song to offer time in time.. beat strong and fast.. story to example.. honor found in love.. sound small pure thus heard.. a white cooing dove..

FUTURE LEGENDS BORN..

Ghosts haunt in spirit.. visit from the past.. some joyous some spend in despair eternal shadows cast.. Etruscan to Marxist mouths.. some good some to deplore.. what is dreamed passed on to horizons by the score.. soldiers fight and sacrifice for past time spoken ways.. while those who live in peace build to live out peaceful days..  Peace T.

©AC.17.5.12.arr././

Let down Cure..

‘I never thought this sale of zombie costumes would override individual need for expression’.. said zombie one for the rest..
(pic inet)

Time rhyme fascinates paisley decorates.. places for my art.. it is my fate.. upriver turn to path in forest pleasant trees sunlight shaft creek wooden raft.. beauty freeze to please.. passing time..

joker song sung.. wicked tongue.. clever rhyming mix.. disappointment ointment.. Aphrodite for the sex.. laugh in song a party.. fine teak wood so carved.. pass time in laughter.. the same time people starve..

SO.. back to rack of misery.. caused by greed and woe..to a path seen peace easy  my natural place to go..

when I was a Cub Scout.. knew what was.. what true.. let down cure was hiding.. for greed to join the que.. need seed grown unknown fast into demand.. until one is replaced by nothing..

a sandbox with no sand..

Flash reflecting sunlight.. did not mix or brew.. feeling peace inside as feel a love known true.. felt sent special to me.. from a special soul.. deep in forest beautiful..

Far beyond control..

This morning all was grey.. so unchanging.. ‘hang time’ from yesterday and about as interesting as the etymology of that phrase.. then I trusted what I say.. I felt love.. I dismissed creations of stress.. of anything but love.. Peace T.

©AC.8.5.12.arr././

Glitter titter Laugh..

Loud guffaws lovers paw burning passion free.. moon horizon darknesses night..middle day.. it be..

She created intense heat in flame.. her art took form.. her shape rendered her art.. song.. story.. sky was her canvas.. she flew.. for her soul was known to her name.. thus she met her fate with smouldering art beautiful

skin is burned from sun star shine.. water fresh smell earth and pine.. cat smells brackish.. poison found.. species gift..

gift shared around..

song burst child plays in love.. friend sings.. heard a cooing dove..

barking canine lives with you.. cat shy strong playful and true..

would a world be better run.. by such as these.. who trust in fun?..

hurt young folk see no choice.. dad rode handcuff chain.. seek to silence rebel voice?.. control weary pain..

expert lie defines ’sane’ 

sing ‘Midnight Special’ prison blues more.. sing a sense of freedom.. from company stores.. letters written love to keep.. dream of womans love..

dream it while asleep.. night sky.. dreamed stars above.. 

big business in each jail.. prison life twists life stale..  clear-eyed bury hatred deep.. free felt in thought..

yea love to keep.. 

watch timeless.. god nomad sees.. knows honor true  

a truth that frees..

world of laughter dance and green.. know once the lie is seen.. some true sense felt then known.. freedom lost cuts to the bone..

Some know.. watch and wait.. land masses on ocean great.. measured journeys.. works of art.. presents fate.. a loving part..

sensed in life.. once known true.. who you are old or new.. thoughtful dream.. up chimney flue.. your art spark marks..

each part of you..

Simple tasks require every bit of attention.  Done well they take little time.. much less than a simple task done four times.. in frustrated stress,  self deprecation and confusion.. paying attention is so much easier.. better.. Peace T.

©AC.5.5.12.arr././

All the Little monsters..

Mary Shelley wrote of Dr. Frankenstein.. all the little monsters.. raising hell.. times when

Is color confusion.. picture running so.. no just worldwide love so expressed.. love of living said by monks.. said inside each head.. music sweet music down.. with funk..
(picture from Grateful Dead site Inet)

disappearing came with a magic spell.. imitated monsters in their shell..

she wrote of a Dr.- belief of the time.. ‘man plays god’ a path sure to go wrong.. better smile in dance merry minstrel plays.. sings to you a happy love in song..

species here is human.. know my closets well.. empty shown.. some dethroned.. waiting there to tell.. of a world a quiet remote jungle.. all around night beauty of the stars.. look a story written as time passed  to flesh in dreams unto unseen feeling leaving scars.. made when exploiters seek control.. hidden in a cloud.. one species defended.. from uncaring crowd.. saying is not doing.. doing is not war.. take your money.. think there honey.. what is money for?  

Military backup for politic mouth?.. pop singers saying stupid things.. investigate yourself war will take us South.. there are books to read.. songs to sing.. as a landscape opens minds eye for a true.. do you want a happy life in peace?..

other landscape blackened stench of death.. hides sky of blue.. chokes children with hate.. blinds  life prays for release..

I remember long ago.. found faith in a song.. watched bands through the sixties Grateful Dead.. for all newsy pap beauty came undone.. found there as my path.. some what they said..

are you species human.. defender of life.. one who will not abide violent war?.. or do have plans of glory holding high a sword.. winner living death you dealt in strife?  

Today in this grey morning.. folks are what they choose.. better free and crazy than so jailed.. freedom for me is to know.. not to win or lose.. just to love help sing to those thought failed..

in this second every second privileged in breath.. heartbeat ways that make me laugh and cry.. means to make it better.. things thought useless so.. love can make it better.. you know why..

I wish every living thing.. natural happiness.. Peace T.

©AC.22.4.12.arr././

Walk the Loontime Blues..

Walk easy springtime.. smell each plant passed near.. living energy when I notice I can hear..

THE PRESIDENT AND FIRST LADY OF 'LIVLOVEMAMMAL' AWAITING THE COUNT ON THE SB PHOOEY.. 'CANIS DISRESPECTUS'.. HO HO
(pic from 'life smiles back')

watch a spider resume merry widow way..  when I think.. in picture words,, no danger  this day..

Song constant loving song.. always there for me.. music love I felt to share.. love warms me endlessly.. down by merry rocket stands.. ground shakes when they blow.. world is wonderful in song,, watch a world class show..

Been through lots of social things.. some I left behind.. social banter.. ran with sound when I was blind.. smell jasmine.. smell of grass.. smell morning air blue.. takes me from intrusion..  things pushed on me and you..

Heal me things I do not know.. but I understand.. my total self as it came here.. always lends a hand..  instinct guides healing process.. patient virtue now.. your heart mind soul and body.. heal.. your own nature knows how..

When hurt in life brutal.. feel in passion  kind.. when impersonal cause of pain shown.. pain rips my mind..

heart says ‘keep on keepin’ on’.. love will never lose.. when I lose myself.. I must walk ‘The Loontime Blues’..

There a light ashining.. hear harp’s blue full note.. I am coming home girl.. I got some love to tote..

Weather is dreary this mornin’.. grey.. but I can’t care.. got a feeling makes things right.. got some love to share.. Peace T.

©AC.20.4.12.arr././