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New poem by TCBH! poet Gary Lindorff: The life expectancy of a homeless person is 50 years

A crow will never peck out the eyes of another crow.

Perhaps that is why they live longer than men.

(Paraphrase from a poem by Shukrulla.)

New TCBH! poem: 'True Story of a One-Legged Duck'

 I was walking down the bike path

Poet’s notebook: What do I do about the mice: A pacifist's quandary'

It was late,

In the middle of the second half of the night.

We were asleep.

Poet’s notebook: ' Where the pipe ends'

The pipe ends at Standing Rock.

That is also where

We Dream the end to oil.

New TCBH! poem by resident poet Gary Lindorff: 'Viva fuerte'

I’m standing firm and
you’re a rock.
The plinth is fracturing.
Your filter isn’t filtering
but at least it caught this poem.
 
My tongue is angry!
I have a snake in my shoe.
I’m in a funk:
Why aren’t we rising up
Like a thunderhead
 
Like a new brain in a petri dish?
A heart-shaped leaf
is waving in the breeze.
A lavender-tinted cow
stands behind me.
 
She is my ally.
A bird caught in a spider’s web
who I free just in the nick of time
is announcing an event
to a girls’ soccer team.
 
And they are listening.
I’m re-schooling myself.
My teachers were all afraid of me.
They were afraid of their own subjects.
The tests were all slanted toward
 
Submission and prostitution.

New poem by TCBH resident poet Gary Lindorff -- 'Monsanto and the EPA: How are they doing?"

Monsanto is walking

With his best friend-with-benefits, the EPA:

So why are you dragging your heels

Signing off on glyphosate?

How can you know when you run? (inspired by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young: ‘How can you run when you know?)

What are we running from?

Where are we going?

 

My feet hurt, but I don’t have time to rub them

The world is at war because it has lost peace (Pope Francis)


But it’s not just the world that has lost peace.

 

 

I lost my peace.

 

 

New poem by TCBH resident poet Gary Lindorff -- 'A poem about this'

I’m looking at a box of tissues.

It is my supermarket’s brand.

The photo on it is very beautiful and understated.

It shows a swan gliding from the left.

New TCBH! poem by resident poet Gary Lindorff: 'Riding the elephant'

There is an elephant lying

flat out on the ground,

depressed, wasted.

His life is giving rides.

New TCBH! poem: 'Sucking the bones of bees'

We are

breaking the little bones of earth

(bones of coral, bones of red wolf,

bones of bat and bee,

New poem by ThisCantBeHappening! resident poet Gary Lindorff: 'We are not all in the same boat'

If the 5% disappeared

And the 95% became the 100%

There would be a tomorrow.

We could buy maybe another hundred years

New TCBH! poem: 'Fishing the Red Herring'

We were at Shelby’s at the bar and Jeff,

Who was watching Fox News,

Slams down his empty bottle

And says,

I’m so sick of hearing about damn red herrings

New poem by TCBH! resident poet Gary Lindorff: 'One day, in the asylum'

We were having a bad day in the asylum,

A bad 8 years, a bad sixteen years,

Oh, heck, a bad era,

Well, let’s face it, a bad history.

But we had a good leader for a change,

New TCBH! poem by resident poet gary Lindorff: 'The Pink Bear'


Wow. I had a dream that went on all night.
 
There was a pink bear sighting in Alaska.
 
Then there were pink bear sightings
In South Dakota and Colorado,
All thought to be hoaxes but then
The New York Times published a photo, front page;
It looked real enough.
 
The article interviewed a hiker
Who reported talking to the Pink Bear.
He said it was standing up.
When asked what the bear said
The hiker said he couldn’t repeat it;
The bear was talking trash.
The hiker said the bear was heading for Washington.
 
What happened next is hard to believe.
(I mean in my dream it was hard to believe.)
There were signs that great changes are coming:
Mount Shasta was waking up, sending out a plume of ash.
Native Americans warning, This is it.

New poem by TCBH resident poet Gary Lindorff -- 'Gun Tales of a Pacifist'

Gun tales of a pacifist

 

My brother and I learned to shoot

At summer camp.

That is where gunpowder

'Arktos' -- Latest new poem by ThisCantBeHappening! resident poet Gary Lindorff

The Big Dipper is part of Ursa Major,

The Great Bear constellation

That presides over the Arctic.

Ursa shows the way to the North Star

New poem by TCBH! resident poet Gary Lindorff: Good Night, Gun

My special gun cannot sleep.

My gun is black steel and cold as a stone.

My gun talks to itself in the wee hours.

It has a soul.

It is lonely.

It dreams about hitting the bull’s eye,

New TCBH! poem: 'Bestiary: The old gang'

Mouse (who never had an evil thought)

Asked penguin (who never raped or pillaged),

Have you seen caterpillar

(that one who never held anyone at gunpoint)?

New TCBH! poem by resident poet Gary Lindorff: To Walk the Full Mile

How short or long is a life lived --

In minutes, hours, days?

And in the ways we move with it --

How can it not amaze!

New TCBH! Poem: Tipis in the City

Drums.

Do you hear them?

Around the block,

Just around the glass and marble corner.

Smell the smoke

New TCBH! poem by resident poet Gary Lindorff: 'Bombs of Love'

Let us bomb your neighborhood

Guided by our intelligence.

Let us erase your neighbor

Out of love.

 

New TCBH! Poem: 'Grieving and Praying'

Pray for the day
When the gun-god turns to salt
And melts away.
 
Grieve our helplessness
To change what we believe in.
 
I had a gun once
With a silver bullet,
A gold bullet,
A diamond bullet.
I loved my gun so much,
I loved the bullets.
 
I shot the silver bullet into a cloud
And it rained.
I shot the gold bullet into a dream
And it landed on my pillow.
I shot the diamond bullet at a star.
It circled the earth
And it came down
And told me stories.
 
But I wanted more from my gun and bullets.
 
I had one more bullet
That was made of clay.
I shot that bullet into the ocean.
It didn’t change a thing.
I threw away my gun.
I turned to the land of my home
And I walked
Toward the far horizon,
Grieving and praying.
 
 
           --Gary Lindorff

 

New TCBH! poem by Gary Lindorff: 'A moment of silence for Cecil'

Let’s have a moment’s

Silence for Cecil (Ses’-al),

But not yet.

During that silence

Let us think about why

New TCBH! poem: 'Holding the door'

I watched a man whipping an apple tree.
I held the door open to him.
I knew that when he got tired
he would turn around and see me
holding the door for him.
And maybe he would come inside and we could talk.
I could see that many of the trees in his orchard
bore the scars of the whippings
they had received over the years.
Some of the older trees were bent over and knotted
as if riddled with pain.
Finally he turned around.
Who are you? he asked.
I am your door-man, I said.
I never saw you before, or that door.
Has that ever helped, I asked?
Whipping your trees?
It helps quiet my demons, said he.
And then I saw that the grass was crawling
with a nasty host of creeping and flying
and buzzing creatures of hideous appearance.
Anyone might have thought they were insects.
Nothing will make them go away, he said,

New poem: Manure Cannon

BAM!

Echo, like thunder off the shell of the sky-dome.

We, all on the terrace, glance at each other,

Jump to action.

Everyone knows what to do.

Grab something quick,

New poem by TCBH! poet in residence Gary Lindorff: This is the Planet

By Gary Lindorff

 

A bear saves a crow from drowning.
A baboon and a dog and a deer frolic in a field.
A little girl feeds the crows
And receives gifts from them in exchange.

This is the planet we are living on,
Not that other one that we are beating up.

New TCBH! poem by Gary Lindorff: 'Cape Cod 1966'

We used to have picnics on a bayside beach.

My grandmother was too frail to walk on the sand,
So we used to carry her from the car
Which made her grumble,
Which was just grandma.
We never knew how much she hated being carried
Because we were so busy feeling manly,
My brother and I.
And once we got her settled out of the breeze
She would say
“There, this is nice. . .” or something like that...


New TCBH! poem: Romney Running Again?

By Gary Lindorff

 

How inspiring is that!
Maybe we should go back to what we were trying to do
When we got discouraged:
Try to scratch together a living selling loosies in the street
As a man of color?
Maybe someone was building a time machine
And they should get back to that!
Teach a friend’s dog to speak for a YouTube video,
Go out in this snowstorm and not come in...


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