by Doug Draime
rain drops
on tulips
dark red
as roses
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Showing posts with label Doug Draime. Show all posts
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Orchid
by Doug Draime
touching, like falling
through foggy, foggy clouds
of utter shit storms,
holds movement and
perpetuates movement
all at once.
Where in bright sunlight
an orchid, caresses.
touching, like falling
through foggy, foggy clouds
of utter shit storms,
holds movement and
perpetuates movement
all at once.
Where in bright sunlight
an orchid, caresses.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Proverb
by Doug Draime
Five thousand years
of solid darkness,
can not hold its own
to one
shifting slither
of light.
Five thousand years
of solid darkness,
can not hold its own
to one
shifting slither
of light.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Oregon Coast
by Doug Draime
Tide pools
sand dollars
gull-dung &
pippins dancing in the surf like
bow-legged children
Tide pools
sand dollars
gull-dung &
pippins dancing in the surf like
bow-legged children
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Remedy
by Doug Draime
Cascades of chiseled light
above tornadoes of burning
civilizations
Yet innocence conquers the warring
in the black hearts of fools
Cascades of chiseled light
above tornadoes of burning
civilizations
Yet innocence conquers the warring
in the black hearts of fools
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Televised On ABC For Us All To Watch
by Doug Draime
No one wanted to watch the films, or listen to
the sounds of torture ... at the dinner table
everyone held America flags,
made in China to ripple in freeway wind,
on Japanese cars.
In the nation’s capital they were eating food: $5000
a plate. The guests were politicians, generals, bankers,
brokers, CEO’s of corrupt and sinister corporations, IRS mucky mucks,
movie stars, assassins, informers, FBI, CIA, murderers and assorted
thieves ... the cream of America’s disease.
No one wanted to watch the films, or listen to
the sounds of torture ... at the dinner table
everyone held America flags,
made in China to ripple in freeway wind,
on Japanese cars.
In the nation’s capital they were eating food: $5000
a plate. The guests were politicians, generals, bankers,
brokers, CEO’s of corrupt and sinister corporations, IRS mucky mucks,
movie stars, assassins, informers, FBI, CIA, murderers and assorted
thieves ... the cream of America’s disease.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Is It Ever Spring Anymore?
by Doug Draime
Outside the robins return
Pecking the thawing backyard earth
Like benevolent and silent jack hammers
They are relentless, only pausing cautiously
For sounds of human beings: banging crushing
Yelling spewing the arrogance of
Self consumption into the cool polluted air
Outside the robins return
Pecking the thawing backyard earth
Like benevolent and silent jack hammers
They are relentless, only pausing cautiously
For sounds of human beings: banging crushing
Yelling spewing the arrogance of
Self consumption into the cool polluted air
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
When The Sun Rises
by Doug Draime
I want to hear
the bird’s song, that’s all. The
meadowlark in the dense dark oaks,
or the whippoorwill crooning
to and fro in the sun
of the sycamores. I grow so damn
weary of the human sound,
flashing on with its artificial light
and the rat-tat-tat sound
of the collective Ego,
spinning on its
perpetually bloodied,
nowhere wheels. I want to hear
the blue jay high up
in the maple tree, squawking
a shrill celebration. A thrush singing
to me from the birch tree.
I want to hear
the bird’s song, that’s all. The
meadowlark in the dense dark oaks,
or the whippoorwill crooning
to and fro in the sun
of the sycamores. I grow so damn
weary of the human sound,
flashing on with its artificial light
and the rat-tat-tat sound
of the collective Ego,
spinning on its
perpetually bloodied,
nowhere wheels. I want to hear
the blue jay high up
in the maple tree, squawking
a shrill celebration. A thrush singing
to me from the birch tree.
