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In response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather


So much unseen amongst your green leaves.
In your proud boughs 
you gather all the creatures 
that I see with my ears:
Squirrels crunch nuts;
Blue jays squaw and screech;
Chickadees chime in;
Cicadas preach;
Interrupting the blackbird’s speech.


Leaves sway,
And they give away
the spot where you play


A tree is a house, an umbrella and a playground,
interconnecting
the lives that exist within and around.


Ouch, a chestnut knocked upon my noggin!
And, I know that if a tree branch crashes to the ground,
it certainly makes a sound.


Can you see the forest for the trees?


Nicola Schneider
(Aug./Sept. 2019)
Someone Else’s Problem (Dec. 2018)

Our Earth weeps
from the piles and the heaps,
on the land and in the seas;
Plastic mountains and plastic creeks.


“It’s just one cup,” said everyone, each.
But it all becomes whale sup.
And he’s dead on the beach.
Seagull is stuck, and not in the muck.
The rings on those things, they strangle,
at an unfortunate angle.
There’s poop on the stoop;
Branch attack, grocery sack,
Plastic debris flutters in the breeze.


Send it all to China! Nah,
Let’s put it in space.
Let it be free,
Not right in our face.


We are consuming like fire;
A situation most dire.
We can do better. We must.
I’ll write a letter and I’ll cause a fuss!
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​BASED UPON POE
 
fear the witches with the spells
evil spells!
what a thrill of detriment their remedy so smells!
how they, wrinkle, wrinkle, wrinkle,
in the mighty flare of light!
while guitars, that smoke and sprinkle
all the questions that dream to giggle
with a byzantine punchline:
feeling fine, fine, fine,
in a court of ironic time,
to the insubordination that so foolishly fells
from the spells, spells, spells, spells
Spells, spells, spells-
from the wiggling and the mingling of the spells.
 
(Prompt from somewhere & sometime — walk a mile in another's feet: an exploration of rhythm and nonsense... based on Poe's, "the Bells")


​ODE TO POET SMURF
 
With a quill and a harp, 
so witty and sharp.
Heralding the crowd,
So frighteningly, ferociously louder than loud. 
Reciting and revelling,
the yelling is swelling.
Composing for the masses,
Truth Poetry he passes.
 
A friend to all,
always ahead of the ball.
A foe for none,
a prodigal son.
Appreciating all,
even what’s small.
Grateful for goodness,
mistaken for madness.
An innate ability to create positivity.
An opulent and radiant shiny bright light 
amongst dark and dull, dreary life. 
Realizing impossible is most certainly possible.
 
A kind and creative word-crafting poet,
ever so life-consumingly devoted.
Finding inspiration in everyday happenings,
wonder is found in your goings and comings.
Better to laugh rather than cry.
No one wants to be that dreary guy.
 
On the sunny side of the street 
and on the light side of the moon,
life is so sweet 
and he sings a joyful tune.
The grass is always greener
and we all should be dreamers.
 
Tears become giggles.
Be gone with those sniffles.
Even dire times are ironically, satirically funny. 
Best get chummy with crumby.
Lean into the curve.
Don’t loose your nerve.
 
Animated emotions, emoting, 
suddenly spewing forth, worth noting.
Fountains of fundamental prattling 
about pedagogy and rhetoric rambling.
Political attitudes protrude in utmost rudity, 
assaulting senses beautifully.
Trying to survive in trying times
means you’ve got to cross some lines.
 
Scrupulous stanzas simplify frenzied fixations,
sordid and complicated dramatic fictions.
Political parties, not even pretending
to reign in their extravagant spending, 
or to be guardian angels for folks who vote --
Clumsy folks, putting all hope in hope
 
(and poetry).
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O POETRY
 
I'd love to sit and write all day
In fact, I would if I had my way!
I'd write me some poems that rhyme
But only sometimes; not all the time.
 
An alphabet poem or an acrostic
Ballad or blank verse, so dramatic
Like an elegy, epic or epitaph
 
Full of fancy flight,
a tone that's bright and light
 
Cinquains, centos or poems of chance,
Clerihew, Haiku,
Madrigal, fable or fairy-tale
 
Nonsense verse, hardly terse
Iambic, psalm, abstract or realistic,
Accent here, no stress it there!
 
Alliteration, allusion, or assonance,
caesura, consonance, enjambment
 
Metaphor, apostrophe, 
O Poetry!
Hyperbole, irony – ironic
 
Onomatopoeia, oxymoron,
Personification and pun;
Poetry is so much fun!
 
I’m so punny
 
Simile, meter
Beat
Feet
 
Couplet, lyric
Light verse, limerick
Ode, tankan. 
 
Connate connotation 
Denote denotation
Figurative
Literal-ly, it's a parody
Or maybe an Allegory
 
O Poetry,
I feel so free.
And that, just there, apostrophe.
 
I may say what I mean, or I may let you guess,
You might even think my point I did miss.
 
I might become an animal or another type of beast
A different type of person – other than myself, at least.
 
On the shelves, in the library, you may one day see,
The Great Anthology, written by me.
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​

​hot hot heat
we leave the artificial arctic
step outside into infinite inferno
slam into a brick wall of despair
fermenting sweat cesspool -- tastes electric
hints of sizzling skunk carcass festering 
on high noon asphalt -- breaks my heart
leaves wilt and blades turn brown
and people wilt and brown and grump
a trillion cicadas buzz
and sprinklers spray pointlessly
relentlessly
as we bide our time 
until the cold cold chill

​Patterns on Repeat

 
You    all huffy puffy
Me      all tighty fighty
Both deaf     need a ref to de-rev
 
Me      all bluey stewy
You    all grumpy trumpy
Both blind     cannot find the same mind
 
Both   fucky lucky
all mucky stucky 
in this droopy loopy          together
 
Daddy professor    sonny successor
Mommy dearest     daughter nearest
aggressive    oppressive    defensive 
impressive     explosive      redemptive
 
Love

Battle by the Creek

 
red squirrel defends domain
on offense now        a chase ensues
 
can’t be that bad      nuthatches laugh
woodpeckers go about their day
knocking all the way
 
here    life goes on
robin announces spring
 
dark eyed and grey juncos
peeping in the shadows of the earth
 
squirrels galore, gathering and 
laughing        chittering
 
cardinal love is in the air
red croons to his lady
she joins him            a fine pair
 
crow butts in
turkey vulture circles
joined by a kettle looking to kill
causing chaotic scattering
 
mourning dove laments
 
we can never be
who we were before            and
 
still                             
we laugh
 
because everything always is until it isn’t
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 Spencer Creek Trilogy

1. Forest Music
2. In the Key of Creek

3. Awestruck
​By the Creek (A song for dissonant times)
 
Battle by the creek:
Red squirrel defends domain.
On offence now, a chase ensues.
 
It can’t be that bad --
nuthatches laugh.
 
Woodpeckers go about their day,
knocking all the way.
 
Crow butts in, causing chaotic scattering.
Turkey vulture circles,
joined by a kettle looking to kill.
 
Here, life goes on.
 
Robin announces it’s Spring.
Dark eyed and grey Juncos
peeping in the shadows of the earth.
 
Squirrels galore, gathering and
chittering.
Laughing.
 
Cardinal love is in the air.
Red croons to his love.
She joins him — a fine pair!
 
Mourning dove laments — We can
never be who we were before.
 
Doggy days indeed.
 
And still --
We laugh.
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