tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358046812024-03-14T01:54:51.855-07:00chopreadyPoems by the Authorchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-43953782543978183952020-09-03T03:55:00.003-07:002020-09-03T03:55:53.831-07:00Practice Again<p> Thoughts can be written out loud</p><p>Quiet until they are read</p><p><br /></p><p>JM</p>chopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-37012928983955924522015-06-30T15:16:00.000-07:002015-06-30T15:16:03.675-07:00Spelljust a little madness<br />
that was what took me in one gulp<br />
I thought it over, mulled it<br />
then I over thought<br />
my follicles got hot<br />
a heavy mist on my brow<br />
over sensing danger now<br />
skulking my dim interior<br />
soon, I know, it will pass<br />
was any of it more<br />
than a braying ass?<br />
I did make a few maps<br />
of the long way home<br />
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JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-58572118157895142852015-05-29T17:15:00.002-07:002015-05-29T17:15:46.558-07:00PoemRoom for a short one<br />
The end of a meal<br />
It will have to be delicate<br />
And a little flakey<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-44794704687470862612015-04-04T14:42:00.000-07:002015-04-04T14:42:45.809-07:00recreateDon't fall again<br />
my strength is failing<br />
Don't tempt me to catch you<br />
we'll both land hard<br />
My life time is moving<br />
further behind<br />
This lucky time won't last<br />
and I won't stumble going past<br />
Let's just enjoy together<br />
whatever is left<br />
Remember the sunshine<br />
The seasons that went<br />
So when we remember<br />
it will be dreaming well spent<br />
<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-17605778373557616132015-02-26T14:58:00.000-08:002015-02-26T14:58:30.796-08:00OnceWhen dew was heavy<br />
On spring green shrubs<br />
Streetlights sparkled the droplets<br />
We walked alone<br />
Hand in hand<br />
A soundless song<br />
Played along<br />
To the rhythm of our steps <br />
How can such sweetness<br />
Be unrepeatable<br />
<br />
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JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-19058246791164666812014-07-18T12:09:00.000-07:002014-07-18T12:09:21.493-07:00Half Stepseveral attempts collided<br />
Having a canceling effect<br />
Each one stuck in the gate<br />
Another chance to meditate<br />
Find a spinning core inside<br />
Warm with friction<br />
Catching on life and<br />
Woven by foggy lenses to<br />
sweep the slight dust away.<br />
With lids at rest<br />
Another start is starting<br />
Sparks on tinder<br />
Just a little smoke<br />
A little breath<br />
and we're burning again.<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-24185702227310693142014-07-17T18:24:00.000-07:002014-07-17T18:24:25.453-07:00blow upI have a fear of exploding<br />
Along with all normal fears<br />
The government, the boogeyman<br />
Or woman<br />
But mostly exploding. Its irrational.<br />
I'm not strapped with TNT<br />
No gallon jar of ethanol blend<br />
Still I picture myself in little<br />
Pieces, stuck to buildings<br />
I just couldn't take that<br />
Maybe I wouldn't explode<br />
All the way, two legs supporting<br />
A shredded torso...<br />
my blinking head nearby<br />
Possibly thinking "Explosion<br />
I was afraid of that."<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-12216203784636388252014-07-15T10:50:00.000-07:002014-07-15T10:50:18.288-07:00other wiseToo thick a stew<br />
Rushing through what stays<br />
Some truth about reality<br />
Or another fleeting phase<br />
Carved in place by deeds<br />
And seeds of thoughtful plotting<br />
What still flows thick<br />
and what words stick<br />
Is a mystery to me.<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-64750080323335964602014-07-09T11:56:00.001-07:002020-12-27T18:19:00.991-08:00horizon boundNot much to say about<br />
Another day without<br />
Lasting inspiration<br />
A radio station fading<br />
In and out with travel<br />
A moving destination<br />
Arriving just seems<br />
Out of the question<br />
<br />
<br />chopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-88281849616114280132014-06-28T05:32:00.000-07:002014-06-28T05:32:33.166-07:00passingI keep being<br />
A part of the crowd<br />
Don't want to play my<br />
Music too loud<br />
Can't help myself<br />
Keep blending in<br />
Clothes I wear<br />
What I'm thinking<br />
It's quite a sin<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-53497627254780852522013-12-02T17:15:00.000-08:002013-12-02T17:15:00.461-08:00See SoughtBefore I think<br />
Nothing is wrong<br />
Just a wink<br />
Not too long<br />
<br />
Forming a thought<br />
Simply the words<br />
Move a lot<br />
Quick as birds<br />
<br />
Remaining view<br />
Something I made<br />
Not so new<br />
Cuts a blade<br />
<br />
<br />
JM<br />
<br />chopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-54916948027843074722013-09-15T06:14:00.002-07:002013-09-15T06:14:40.579-07:00Drought BreakLight rain off and on<br />
Hours pass not waiting<br />
They pass arriving<br />
Like window breeze<br />
Slow as dripping trees<br />
<br />
Between soft rains<br />
Swift moving clouds<br />
No breaks for blue<br />
Birds chatter the news<br />
Overdue showers today<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-39104572482512980232013-08-14T12:08:00.001-07:002013-08-14T12:08:12.854-07:00BriefInto the reach of other days<br />
Under the sky that stays<br />
Moon to Sun, toil to fun<br />
A motion of ancient ways<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-10650118098327394022013-07-17T09:07:00.000-07:002013-07-17T09:07:00.199-07:00The Breeze is AbsentSun wrecks my view of trees<br />
Squinting only brings tears,<br />
A loss of good moisture.<br />
Wanting to see leaves move,<br />
An arm casts a shadow <br />
across my eyes, <br />
A defensive posture<br />
Like the sun is attacking.<br />
A harsh lack of clouds.<br />
Some waving humidity rises<br />
From lawns too hot to mow.<br />
It's not yet noon,<br />
Maybe the forecast holds afternoon clouds,<br />
A pop up thunderstorm?<br />
The birds now quiet<br />
Would chatter gratefully<br />
For a mid-day shower.<br />
Even a hot breeze <br />
Would give relief.<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-29652375532450011742013-07-11T10:49:00.001-07:002013-07-11T10:49:16.067-07:004th Of JulyIndependance night broke<br />
With unscripted laughter from a balcony.<br />
Triple X's on dead bottles,<br />
Some were still alive.<br />
The toiling sun was out of work<br />
The shadowy trees a canvas<br />
For front yard sparklers,<br />
Kids writing their names.<br />
All directions offered pops and<br />
Crackles with occasional booms.<br />
Store bought fireflies, lightining bugs<br />
Whistled and sputtered<br />
Among the real ones.<br />
Sidewalks smiled outside the blues bar<br />
Echoeing off the silent buildings<br />
Closed for the holiday.<br />
Whoops of approval<br />
Applauded the amateur fireworks.<br />
Unrestrained children spun themselves<br />
Dizzy as the parents drank.<br />
Unscripted laughter rang<br />
In the early independance night.<br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-45767327256817696812012-10-24T07:31:00.002-07:002012-10-24T07:31:56.538-07:00 Landscape<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Half the trees have lost<br />
<br />
Their leaves to October breezes<br />
<br />
Trunks and branches re-appear<br />
<br />
I remember fresh green buds<br />
<br />
Some of a few were snowed on <br />
<br />
A perfect close up photo<br />
<br />
A bud with melting snow crystals<br />
<br />
A mental image to keep<br />
<br />
Simple sample to enjoy<br />
<br />
The crunch of leaves <br />
<br />
Soon muted by snow<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
JM <br />
<br />
chopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-45086940504223990092012-09-20T08:32:00.001-07:002012-09-25T10:18:56.035-07:00Not MagicThere is work to do<br />
With these easy words<br />
A path in the darkness<br />
Is only good in the dark <br />
Still, best to keep a map <br />
Just in case<br />
<br />
With these easy words<br />
Just in case<br />
There might be a revival<br />
Of good old penmanship <br />
A reinvention of the page <br />
The art of writing letters<br />
<br />
<br />
Just in case<br />
The art of writing letters<br />
The motion of creation <br />
Not yet landed<br />
Will need this repetition<br />
Will need this repetition <br />
<br />
JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-35873021886634476302012-05-15T09:11:00.002-07:002012-05-15T09:15:57.561-07:00Invite The BellAll the people came around<br />Love had struck again<br />This was not the first time<br />Wholly unverified<br />Yet testified beyond words<br />A reverberation of change<br />Passed and past alone<br />Into a low large bell<br />Not hiding or silent<br />Unfolding compassion tones<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-63269594233848101762012-01-24T11:40:00.000-08:002012-01-24T11:48:15.869-08:00Curtains UpCool for the real show<br />Steady as a rock<br />Slipping through calendars<br />Picking my own lock<br /><br />Seventy or eighty numbers<br />Stood surrounding me<br />No order I could cipher<br />Would make them really be<br /><br />Some now will come soon<br />Again some voice will tell<br />Confusion has an ending<br />A beginning just as well<br /><br />I do go slow, though<br />Faster in my brain<br />Cool for the real show<br />Starting over again<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-36006826209010955452012-01-03T08:36:00.000-08:002012-01-03T08:40:23.057-08:00FuneralMy body slowed like a rock<br />The clock crawled to a stop<br />Simple pounding thoughts played<br />The cadence over riding the phrase<br />Doom of a bad news day loomed<br />How soon will it go, and where?<br />The scene of a roomful of people<br />Saying good bye to one<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-83241756162947859412011-12-06T10:58:00.000-08:002011-12-06T11:02:06.390-08:00All InAwake and dreaming<br />I made the truth<br />Of a lot of friendly faces<br />If some were grim<br />A face behind the face<br />Letting me be<br />Calm acceptance<br />Carried for humanity<br />I dreamed it there<br />Behind my own face<br />A sound lack of disgrace<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-23705390309499738602011-10-11T11:27:00.000-07:002011-10-11T11:29:52.580-07:00WavesCoffee dried in afternoon cup<br />Subtle goal of giving up<br />The jacked-up state<br />The State requires<br />Awake for a while<br />Then everyone expires<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-45183396414732029992011-10-04T09:12:00.000-07:002011-10-04T09:17:02.263-07:00Silent WalkA well worn path<br />From your padding feet<br />Winds around a mini-woods.<br />An island in yard town<br />Without "landscaping" or golf grass.<br />Meticulously tended, though,<br />Gleaned of twigs.<br />Invisible wishes surround,<br />On the path, a prayer, too.<br />Leaving the dust of thought<br />In the care of trees.<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-7020425975832638522011-09-23T08:58:00.000-07:002011-09-23T09:03:02.623-07:00EmbersSound in the wood<br />Came creeping out<br />Pounded in for years<br />Like a ghost revived<br /><br />A groaning and snap<br />A mumbled promise<br />Someday a fire<br />That already was<br /><br />Targeting oblivion<br />A listener wanders<br />Harkening strangers<br />Grow with orchestra<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35804681.post-50965964898616612222011-06-17T08:38:00.000-07:002011-06-17T08:41:41.970-07:00Without ChillsAdd sunlight<br />To a soft breeze<br />In Spring-time trees<br />That whisper sweetly<br />Before Summers hiss.<br />Lighter green and fresh<br />And time out combine<br />To breathe and wish<br /><br />JMchopreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17025031016182583403noreply@blogger.com0