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May 17, 2010 / theoldsilly

More Poetry from the 70s

Those of you who read yesterday’s post know that on that day and today I am posting some of the poetry I wrote and kept recorded in journals I handwrote as a travelling Hippie Rock and Roller back in the late 60s and all through the 70s. Here are two more that I am especially fond of. Please read and comment if so inspired…

Juxtayuk

With curvy straight lines drawn into local space,
we try to plot our position … but,

the angles found (while believing in place),
are finite upon inquisition.

Matter and energy charade as “time” –
bearing out our juxtaposition?

Space curves into Nature’s smile
at the thought of such euphemism.

~~~~~

No Word For Love

Born of a bored desire-

relative to fantasy …

eyes welded to desire the fire …

the child-faces-

the apocalypse truth.

Bored of an inborn desire-

“chess-ence”

eyes melted
before the fire.

~~~~~

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  1. unwriter1 / May 17 2010 5:10 am

    I read ‘I Romanced the Stone’. I’m not sure if it was that or the flowers in your hair or your Timothy Leary trips for the source of these. I like them, but I must admit, they are a bit, er, unusual. What’s even worse is that I can read into them and relate.

    • theoldsilly / May 17 2010 6:35 pm

      Brilliant minds think alike and all that … 😉

  2. Thelma Banks / May 17 2010 7:23 am

    I’m with Unwriter – Trippy, Old Silly, lol. And yet somehow I “get” them and realte … on some level, but not even sure what exactly “it” is. Do you still write poetry?

  3. Elizabeth Spann Craig / May 17 2010 8:05 am

    Have you stopped writing poetry? Seems like it would be a great daily warm-up…and you’re good at it.

    Elizabeth
    Mystery Writing is Murder

    • theoldsilly / May 17 2010 6:36 pm

      Liz, honestly I don’t do it much anymore, but … you know what, your suggestion makes a lot of sense.

  4. Karen Walker / May 17 2010 9:30 am

    A poet. A memoir writer. A fiction writer. A hippie. A rock star. Is there any end to what you can do and do well, Old Silly?
    Karen

    • theoldsilly / May 17 2010 6:37 pm

      Karen, I don’t know, and nver intend to find out … always striving to reach the end and nver yet getting there … much like you, hmm?

  5. L. Diane Wolfe / May 17 2010 9:47 am

    You are enjoying reliving your youth through your poetry, aren’t you?

  6. Mason Canyon / May 17 2010 10:09 am

    Enjoyed the poems. Hope you’ve continued to write poetry.

    Mason
    Thoughts in Progress

  7. Jim Hansen / May 17 2010 10:29 am

    Like these two as well as yesterday’s. I’m with some of the others – hope you haven’t quit writing poetry, cuz you got the what it takes, dude.

  8. Cactus Annie / May 17 2010 10:30 am

    Like ’em both, but “Juxtayak” cracked me up, lol. 🙂

  9. Alex J. Cavanaugh / May 17 2010 4:45 pm

    The first one is deep, Marvin.

  10. Leeuna / May 17 2010 6:08 pm

    Excellent poetry, Marvin. 🙂

  11. Jane Kennedy Sutton / May 17 2010 6:59 pm

    You are a man of many talents! I read the ones I missed yeserday, too, and have to say I enjoyed all of them.

  12. Enid Wilson / May 17 2010 11:44 pm

    I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love

    Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away. (Pride and Prejdudice)

    Really Angelic

  13. short poems / May 19 2010 2:14 am

    Lovely poetry, Marvin. Love it ::)

  14. Doyenne / Jul 11 2010 10:02 pm

    Q: Do you know who wrote the poem in the 70’s, published book, “Buffalo Grass”

    partial quote: “why we each go home, alone though we’re together; but never letting on, just growing older til dawn….til the find us mowed down like buffalo grass…

    Thanks

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