|a family history |
i’m trying to play it cool
with the medical procedure
i have tomorrow morning
i’m trying to not think about
what they could find when they look
at my stomach
that a family history of cancer and god knows
what else is nothing to be concerned with
that i’ll simply be a little groggy when my sister
drives me home listening to some music,
thinking about how much
i hate thanksgiving
god has all the answers
i laugh when they tell me
god has all the answers for me
so, i suppose i was supposed
to learn a lesson from my cousin molesting me
or my father never telling me he loved me
before he died
trust me i can take a fucking hint
he ignores me
and i show him the amount of respect he has earned
just not the one
i have had more than one woman
tell me i am a great guy,
just not the one
and on these nights alone
where the world makes it feel like the one
for me never existed in the first place
the mind starts to wander
back to my youth and the first time
i tasted my own blood
where i started to question
my will to live and accept the pain
how many times can a person talk themselves
out of death
how many times can a man listen to himself cry
before enough is enough
it’s one thing to realize
being unloved it’s another to stomach
knowing that’s never
going to change
already burned too much
fell in love with a mystic
she was already
burned too much
by this world
one of these days
i hope to find bliss
dripping from her lips
and an eagerness
for just one special
night before either
one of us finds the sweet
relief of death
shopping on my porch
a little over three weeks
wondering if anyone has the guts
to go shopping on my porch this year
I said I wanted to know
what was really going on.
He said he found it hard to say,
it was like he had a splinter
in his tongue that stopped
him from telling the truth.
I countered his mysterious metaphor
by telling him in that case I felt
like I’m hidden between
the pages of a novel but I’m not on
anyone’s pile of books to be read.
He said that was too obscure
even for him. He said he thought
it was typical of me and it
sounded too metaphysical
to make any sense at all.
I nearly said, what a hypocrite, but instead
said there’s something illiberal about your attitude,
because I read the term in the paper
and I thought it sounded intelligent
even though I’m not sure what it meant.
As I left, he said nothing.
Which was a first.
Just Being At Peace
Suddenly I smelled a watermelon from the sea.
Maybe I miss my childhood-nostalgia when everything was just pleasant and happy.
If two people live life together,
there is much more happiness than loneliness because when two people are together, in everything
There’s a feeling of being one, not two.
Throw away haughtiness,
Throw away greed,
and hatefulness, and resentment, and the memories which sometimes makes me sad.
To live happy and beautiful, I ‘m going to have to throw them all away.
I want to be a woman who always misses someone whom I love.
I want to live a beautiful life with someone I love, become the only precious treasure to each other.
Autumm prepares for New Birth.
Leaves are ripening in Autumm sunlight.
I also am ripening, we all are ripening.
I learn to love more, how to be one for two or everyone,
also I’ll keep learning through life .
My body is getting older,
but I don’t want my heart which can love someone who loves me, to grow old.
A couple days ago,
The sun which I had seen covered by clouds,
It looked exactly like a diamond.
How breathtaking was that!!
I was lucky to see that moment.
I feel like that marvelous and amazing moment has shown me a hint that my wishes will come ture.
Now I feel grateful, everything is precious.
I’ve had a hard and painful time by myself
It was for a long time.
A winter sun to the heart hugs me today too.
The sunshine is so warm ……………………….
a sparse matrix
In league with French counter-revolutionaries
resident in Cayenne, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe attempted to smuggle seeds of
pepper, nutmeg, & cloves into Yuan Dynasty China. Caught at the border by
customs officials, he was told that if he had just tried to bring in smaller
quantities of the spices, he may have escaped detection completely. I see, said Mies. Less is more.
Without a Trace
He leaned in front of her
screen. Then he made himself
more comfortable. The dead man
was hanging close to the trunk.
She was thirsty, but that was
not unusual; & if she needed
company then a row of half-dead
plants still lined
In order to stop kids
obsessing over the future,
Government funding is
now available to separate
them into groups &
place them on a range of
intimate couches in front
of refrigerators which all
have smart screens
He watches for a while, then he
joins her swim. A large number
of finite automata can be simply
visualized by representing the auto-
mata array as a silver bell caught
inside a perfectly rectangular block.
It’s called a strap-end, using an
archaeological principle that if you
do not know what a metal object’s
purpose was, then just call it that.
As counterpoint, Carl Sagan talks
about the impact of the computer
on the universe. Both movie &
book are told from this perspective.
Marble Icebergs Words engraved on monuments resound from the mouths of our chosen leaders. But these words, when laden with deceit—crater, and our trust descends along with them. Monuments are more than mere marble gleaming—buffed by the sun; their spirit can be fragile as glaciers the warmer the earth becomes. When facades of Statecraft undermine hope, monuments’ foundations erode; statues become like icebergs that lose their grip and float away in the fog. Camp of Dreams Dreams at dawn fade like voices in the woods from a gathering of hunters at the end of their trail. There, they huddle in the mist to trade one last tale of stalking game— stitching vapor into legends as full of stuffing as animal heads mounted in a dusty den. Then, as the coals of their fire hiss and the nest of ashes dies, the hunters recede into a glen past the bog of the mind, just before one’s eyes open wide. Rural Auction The caw and cadence of the auctioneer cuts through the din as dust swirls ‘round farm wives, daughters, cousins, friends. Jawbone to ear, they nudge and whisper. Their strong arms stretch as they pick through and gauge the hodgepodge of housewares on display: pots and dishes and the many evening hours gathered in boxes of hand crochet. Ringed behind them, young farmers listen as fathers swap gossip, weather and news. Their clay-red faces are outcrops of rock jutting under ball caps, atop denim and plaid. Afternoon long, they mill and mingle, their ears keenly tuned to the auctioneer’s call. They see, but never watch, the objects they want: that newly-painted tractor, a tiller, a plow, that old sleigh and harness—just for kicks, or maybe those bibs lined with woolen fleece. About the yard, children frolic. They weave their families into cloth made whole, except for the one kid who sits by the road, draws in the dirt and counts the autos that brake for a look and drive on. Under the oaks, the old folks totter in wooden rockers not yet sold. Their faces relax and offload worries. Humming soothes them, as watches lie stopped on their bed stands at home. Cattle graze in summer pastures. The corn grows fatter as the harvest waits. Toil is tempered with patience and tactics to outwit markets and partner with nature. These Confounded Desires I felt at ease with my desires undeclared— I didn’t want their objects all the same. But they kept lining up like autos in used car lots, lies on their meters and paint layered over their hungry scabs of rust. With so little difference between them, it took years to see them all.
My home on the web is www.johnmiddlebrookpoet.com, and here, you can find the details of my publication history. I live in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, where I manage a consulting firm focused on non-profit organizations. I have been writing poetry since I was a graduate student at the University of Chicago, where I also served on the poetry staff of Chicago Review.
Pattaya Sea Beach
The sky was cloudy, it became dark all around
It was thundering and we stood on the sand
The boats, the launches, the ships plying on the waters
We look here and there the horizon
Where the sky and water mix together
Waves flow so high and low
Keeping its vows from time immemorial
All the water vehicles dancing with rhythmic serial
There stands a large green hill on the left
Where engraved so nicely ‘Pattaya City’
When night falls upon the land
So beautiful girls starts their performance dancing and singing
Like the cascade of the ocean
I walk on the way and bought a ticket for ‘Alcazar’
The show fueled the heart on the stage performance
The whole world joins together
The culture of thee and the world reflect here
I walk on the way and see the party busy with so merriment
Can touch one’s heart while passing the roads by the ‘Pattaya City’
Santi Chai Prakan Park
To find peace in life
Overloaded with so many cares and anxieties
May come here in touch of breeze of the river Chao Phraya
Couples are sitting hand in hand, the old are drowsing
All come to find the selves as their own
In the wooden or iron made seats
Under the shade of old large trees
The old have mark of life in their face
The life scattered by so many deeds
There is also a fort adjacent to it
The flowing river, the soft breeze
The buildings and bridges look very nice
It’s something different than there in those
The people of different cultures engraved on the wall
Reflects the life of present and past
The waves of the river cools the body
Nodding in dream sitting on the chairs
What is life nothing but taking cares.
Koh Larn Island
How wonderful the land surrounded by the hills and the ocean
I am sitting here under a shady tree
Many have come from many parts of the world
Some are bathing, swimming,
And rejoicing in the blue watery island
Some are wandering, some are gossiping
In the bar or shop
Some are busy to sell and buy
We look at the sky and the sea
We look at the hills and the clouds floating white and black
We look at the far reaching blue sight of the water
We came to the unknown which appears to be so familiar
The soft blue eyes oh my dear
Your eye beam reflects in mine
Feel alone as you not here
But I see you always through the blue and green waters
Flowing us from here to there
Loving us to move on and refreshing all
Here is the world to love more and die in ecstasy
A treasure of green aspires.
The Land of Smile
Our hostess Resa sitting in the micro-bus
Suddenly got behind smiling over her face spoke out
‘At first when you came, you thought the days would be
so long and hard
How can they be spent?
Now it’s only two days left you will depart
See, one day I’ll also die
So don’t be sad or gloomy for what you have or not
Smile and be happy always’
This flashed out the country ‘Thailand’
The land of smile.
In Your Breast
Norms and behaviors so soft, not noisy in speaking at all
You held me in your breast and fed me what I wanted to have
So nice you are! So fascinating the world you made!
I never thought to be here
But who can say where the destiny bound for!
I round your city, I find my heart
You keep up with me
I feel like so keen I look for
You are my boss, you are my friend
You focus the light how to regain
All the way I run through can ever be forgotten?
Your warm love will ever be in my heart
As the childhood reminds the days gone by.
Robert Cohen’s If God Allows
If God Allows by Robert P. Cohen is a novel about an advertising executive, Paul Goldberg, who accepts a position in Jakarta at an ad agency as Chief Advertising Creative. His job is to build up an agency that is struggling a bit and make it the best agency in Indonesia. He worked at an agency in the US that was heavily into partying and now has to adapt to a different way of life. He finds out in Jakarta that there are certain things he cannot say without getting himself into loads of trouble. He also has dreams of writing a great novel and having it made into an even greater movie.
This is an excellent book with plenty of suspense, drama and humor. It will keep the reader interested. I would recommend it for late teens to adults for language and sexual content. With Christmas right around the corner it would make an excellent gift for the reader or someone they know. I thoroughly enjoyed it.