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Cinco de Mayo In Red Bluff

Dear Friends,

We had a great time at the Cinco de May Celebration in Red Bluff this past weekend, where Isaias was invited to read and speak from the main stage. He appeared on the front page of the Red Bluff Daily News this morning.  Click here to check out the story.  

 

Please also check out the pictures posted at www.poet2.blogspot.com

 

Best

Ken

 

 

Poems For Today - May 1

Troubadours at My Door

 

Troubadours knocking at my door –

Oh my!

                                               

They'd been traveling for days

In their little tour bus,

So I decided to "open up"

Troubadours are smart and jolly,

They're full of fun and folly.

And then, they rushed in

To the bathrooms –

Oh my!

                                               

They were hungry,

So a feast I prepared.

They were road-weary,

So lodging I snared.

They needed a venue,

So a park by the sea I found,

For their poems profound!

 

That festive night

We feasted, laughed, exhorted!                                                                                               

Some of them road-sick,

So they snorted!

Exhausted and tired

We all went to bed,

Next morning I rose to find

Troubadours sleeping on my floor –

Oh my!

                                               

They had many needs

That I tried to fulfill.

I kept going and going

Like climbing a hill.

Their enthusiasm contagious

Soon I would find myself

Onstage most outrageous –

Oh my!

 

We breakfasted and made a picnic

For our day in the park.

Then we loaded the bus

And were off on our lark.

Their poems were magnificent!

Out of sight!

So I invited them to stay

Another night –

Oh my!

 

So beat from the heat

And our poetry in the park,

We went out to eat

To a cafe before dark.

Then early to bed

And early to rise

I woke not surprised to find

Troubadours washing tangelos in my sink –

Oh my!

 

When it was time for them to go,

I was already missing them so.

I hugged them and kissed them

And wished them all well,

For they had more stops to make,

And more poems to tell.

Then they were gone!

The house so quiet,

But it looked like there'd been a riot –

Oh my!

 

So I set about straightening it,

And missing them, too,

Whilst cleaning the loo –

Oh my!

 

So, if you're caught up

In your daily strife,

Just let some Troubadours in,

And they'll change your life!

                                                                                          

– Janet Merritt Tooby

    04-27-08

Poems For Today - April 30

BUS TO ANYWHERE

 

And when there's no real need to go

Anywhere, just the will to be,

Drive to the coast

Somewhere between Santa Cruz

And San Luis Obispo

In a bus that reads The Inner Journey

On its brow, in unassuming print,

Painted with sunflowers, lotus, grape vines,

The night sky, a green man.

Do it on a day when the sunlight

And the breezes are in a dervish,

So that the surf is a wild gallop

Of sparkle and foam.

At your other flank, the vultures

Tease their fluttering capes over

Hills drunk with green.

Stop only if you spot pelicans fishing.

Watch their rowdy plunges,

Wings folded as if in a last desperate

Prayer. Listen through the roar

For the wet slap of their bodies

Meeting the ocean.

You might be hearing the distant thwack

Of a poem, like wet jeans on asphalt.

Write the words on the thigh of the bus,

Or on its snout, or its broad butt..

Recite them to the wind at the next

Stop. Let the sounds trip

Off your tongue like seeds,

Or gadflies for the comfortable towns.

Release them, wild breakers,

To pound the sleeping sand.

 

‑‑K. Lauren de Boer

April, 2008

Poems For Yesterday - April 28

Dear Friends,

 

Yesterday we celebrated the end of the Poetic Opening Tour with a victory loop from Red Bluff Park up to the Univeristy of California Hat Creek Radio Observatory and SETI site (search for extra-terrestrial intelligence) near Mount Lassen and then on to Burney Falls and back to Red Bluff.  Here are some poems and impressions from a wonderful day out that no one should miss the next time they visit Red Bluff Park.

 

Cartographers Of The Sky

 

From the depths of space

A blue, wet and cloud streaked planet

floats serenely in blackness

The surface appears

To be three quarters water

Marked by irregular landmasses

And capped with polar ice

 

Gazing from afar

One would see no evidence

Of the human activity

Teeming on earth's suface.

Our homes

Our soaring spires

Our vibrant cities

Our fields of green and amber

Our acts of kindness

And flights of passion

Triumphs of intellect

And heroic endevours

 

All are quite invisible

To our unaided vision

Scanning our world

Across the vastness of space.

 

(From the SETI site, Hat Creek Radio Observatory)

 

 

Wobbling Up Highway 5

 

Wobbling up Highway 5

Past Jelly's Ferry Road

In search of Extra-Terrestrials

At the Hat Creek SETI site

"Report drunken drivers by dailling 911"

We're at Hooker Creek and

The Mily Way just passed on 18 wheels

Golden poppies line the median

Like sun shining on the Verison

Sunset Hills reminds us of

"The Sage Of The Andes" - Silo

And how a sunset can change the meaning of your life

Three snow capped mountain ranges converge here

Not unlike Punta de Vacas

The Sierras, The Cascades and The Coastal Range

We've taken on a new band of troubadors

For this victory lap tour

Patricia and Mark from New York

Janet and The Usual Suspects

We pass Gas Point Road

And feel the pain of rising prices

But angels seem to appear

When the fuel tank is low

From some wonderful Californian Welcome Center

You know who you are

 

Ken and MaryJo (Mobile Poem)

 

Balls Ferry Road

 

In search of Extra-Terrestrials

Breakfast with Dick at the Fly Palace restaurant

Full of good old boys

The walls and halls full of

Local branding iron symbols

Frontier Feed and Saddelry

Pushing the limits of the known universe

What will happen when we find out

We are not alone

What if they come expecting to find Mr. Ed

Informed by re-runs

Birds of Prey

Preyed on by accompanying sparrows

It's a dog eat dog world

And MaryJo riding co-pilot

While Kurt ate fresh green beans and pork for breakfast

Dream Catcher Road

A land of fertile soil and big trees

East 44 to Mount Lassen

We're all looking forward to

The coolness of mountain breezes

After cooking in valley heat

An exhausting heat that demands a summer siesta

Shingeltown land covered by boulders

The sign of a big bang

Sent 20 miles in every direction

When Mount Lassen blew its top.

 

Kurt & Ken (Mobiel Poem)

 

Model Log Homes

 

Model Log Homes from a kit

Put together like a jig saw puzzle

The pine trees on either side of us

Are perfectly vertical

And straight as telephone poles

Perhaps their future calling

Walt's temperature rises

As we climb abover 3,000 feet

More work for a bus full of people

Made lighter by the constant laughter

That rolls and soars to giggles

as we celebrate our victory lap

A tour of historical proportions

Converting into a modern myth

Up and down California's coast

No longer the twisting cliffs of Highway One

We're winding our way up Mount Lassen

Arriving just now to snow

Snow at 5,000 feet, Volcanic Park

Eskimo Hill Summit

5993 feet above sea level

A mile high is 5,280 feet

A few trees left along the highway

In front of the clear cut devastation

Of our professionally managed forests

SETI s a mountain valley

Still 20 minutes away

We're turning on Doty Road loop

It's like Paradise here.

 

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

 

Inside A Radio Telescope

 

100 Miles North East of Red Bluff Park

We toured the UC Berkeley SETI facility

With Gary who told us about Spin-Flip Transitions

Where photons are released by this reaction

Allowing us to see the flipped object

And figure out what it is made of

Hat Creek,

Hold on to your Hat Creek, it's windy here

The bus people demanded the Doors

And then began clapping, shouting and screaming

LA Woman in the afternoon

The trees are swaying in the wind

We're going to Burney Falls

By mutual consent

And Dick's arm twisting of stubborn Ken

They yell City of Light repeatedly

The out of tune energetic force of our occupants

Blasts us into the windshield

Where we remain pinned by the sheer volume

We stop so Ken can pay the keepers

Of the entrance gate to the falls

And Irina bought marshmellows

But couldn't roast them

Over Patricia's cigarette lighter

 

Kurt & Ken (Mobiel Poem)

 

Ode To Susan Wooldridge

 

We'll begin with the confustion of noun verbs

That are homonyms

The plane and simple plain, planes

The flat plane as a way of preparing

The whey for the cheese

Kurt closed my rest area

And forced me to homonym with him

In honor of the poemcrazy goddess

We've finished a long poetic bus tour

That ended up searching for Extra-Terrestrials

In the mountains

The runaway truck lane never went uphill

So Ken lost interest in interesting others

In the fate of those runaway truckers

There you go! 

What does goes up?

And when your gone, what goes on?

An uneasy spirit is not easily satisfied

With partial answers or stone hard truths

But instead demands

The opening of bottomless being.

 

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

 

Humanity is a seed in the Garden of Life.

Heavenly bodies orbit the Sun.

The seed  grows and matures, while the Univese expands and evolves.

 

Haiku verses

 

Some occurences

  are gifts bequeathed by the mind

to nourish the soul.

 

         ***       

 

Reveries like dreams

  take place while one is Asleep;

Intent, when one is Awake.

 

           ***

 

One fervently hopes

   repetitions ad nauseam

 could summon a change.

 

           ***

 

Silence swept away

  emptiness full of debris

unblocking life's flow.

 

          ***

 

 I am a New Moon

  that reveals a face of the earth...

 

I am a Graden

  home to bonzai of flowering plants and fruit bearing trees..

 

I am Butterfly

  cuddled in a frail cocoon..

 

I am Dawn

   knocking at heaven's door..

 

I am a Breath of Life

  struggling as Human.

 

Thelma

Poems For Today - April 27

Dear Friends

 

Today we held the final celebraton of the Poetic Opening Tour which was held at Red Bluff Park. It was a wonderful day and gathering of poets from all parts of California and other regions of the USA. We will post the poems read as they arrive to us.  Stay tuned for the Third Poetic Opening Tour, coming to a location near you - soon.

 

With warm love and affection

 

Walt VanGo and the Poetic Opening Goliardos and Troubadors

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

Poems for Yesterday - April 26

Dear Friends

 

Yesterday was one big poem spent at Red Bluff Park with friends from many different parts of North America.  We were there to hear a special message from its founder Silo - "The Sage Of The Andes" - transmitted to the park from Punta de Vacas Park located in the heart of the Andes Mountains.   You can take a peek at this transmission by clicking on the following link.  [Silo - Transmisison From Punta de Vacas]

 

In the evening International filmmakers Daniel & Donna Zuckerbrot, debued their new documentary on the life and times of this contemporary Andean sage and social thinker.  Click here http://www.greghopen.com/editor.html for more information on the documentaries of Daniel & Donna Zuckerbrot.

 

Best

Ken