'fairies dance' timothy r gates, 11/09/2009
Fairies dance
prance
again, again, again
no thought to stop
just
again, again, again
like little ones
playing the same, 'boo!'
game, the same, 'got you!'
same, playing, 'wow! You surprised me, again!'
their eyes dancing
prancing
again, again, again.
Fairies dance
prance
again, again, again
no thought to stop
just
again, again, again
like little ones
playing the same, 'boo!'
game, the same, 'got you!'
same, playing, 'wow! You surprised me, again!'
their eyes dancing
prancing
again, again, again.
'Dylan at sixty-eight' ** timothy r gates, 11/06/2009
two hours straight, and
more
all along the watchtower encore,
with a parenthesis Hendrix styled solo
no rambling intro words
no apologies for words
changed or forgotten,
just played and kicked it
yes, for two hours straight, and
more
animated
old and neo-rock and roll
new and nostalgic folk and blues
unintelligible intelligible,
ebb and flow
swaggering grin
Dylan at sixty-eight
serves it up straight, tall, leaving
you wanting more â
save that you're as tired
as he and the band
merely a minstrel, he
would say
why he's not passee
not lock stepping to another's voice,
save for the watchtower,
of whom we all face
Dylan at sixty-eight
Crossroads' demons and angels, smile
glad that neither won this minstrel's soul,
like Cash,
hurt's joy known,
blown,
shown.
Heaven's hellish cool â
Dylan at sixty-eight.
**I do remember, as such, rockin' with bands in the sixties at the Canton, Ohio Memorial Auditorium, now called 'Canton Memorial Civic Center.' It was great to see and hear the famous and infamous Bob Dylan at the same place from my youth. The difference, save for my illusions of memory forming of the night, and for the lack of a smoke filled room or the lack of any hallucinatory additives in my system - it was just way so cool, what i would say in my youth when an experience was beyond adequate expression. just way so cool.
living grateful one breath at a time, timothy
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'pheromones' timothy r gates, 11/04/2009
hormones
him, her
here, there
ear, hear
pheromones
one does, another
doesn't
walk in the room, knock
you down
walk in the room, block
the ground
via the net, baffling
here, there
ear, hear
pheromones
kick my senses,
rationally, irrationally
she, he
here, there
ear, hear
this one just kicks –
damn blessed
pheromones.
'If there is to be any peace it will come through being not having.' + Henry Miller 'Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.' + Martin Luther King Jr. 'The search for Truth is the search for God.' + Gandhi
'bats goblins' timothy r gates, 10/28/2009
Bats
goblins
skip to my loo
cats
oblongs
skip to my loo
hats
tag-a-longs
skip to my loo
skip to my loo,
not to mention a few other things,
my darling.
‘curtsy’ trg for friend c
Curtsy
Demure
Winks, grins
Darkness laughs
Daylight sings
Her day is any day
Though some think it’s only
This day
Bats in the belfry, they know
Every day is her
Day to
Curtsy
Demure, she is
Blessing with seeming indiscreet
Discreet winks, grins.
Full circle, the moon
Smiles.
'romanticism' timothy r gates, 11/05/2009
tears easily flow
excused by, 'chocked up'
daughters have said, often,
'daddy, you're such a girl,'
with grins
never holding back a
kiss and hug
like looking into mirrors
eyes, pools, swimming
this refrain kicks
insatiable fears satiated
romanticism
not sentimentality
faith's eye and ear
don't know anything
save for the song
being sung.
Yes,
romanticism.
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'pheromones' timothy r gates, 11/04/2009
hormones
him, her
here, there
ear, hear
pheromones
one does, another
doesn't
walk in the room, knock
you down
walk in the room, block
the ground
via the net, baffling
here, there
ear, hear
pheromones
kick my senses,
rationally, irrationally
she, he
here, there
ear, hear
this one just kicks –
damn blessed
pheromones.
'If there is to be any peace it will come through being not having.' + Henry Miller 'Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.' + Martin Luther King Jr. 'The search for Truth is the search for God.' + Gandhi
'bats goblins' timothy r gates, 10/28/2009
Bats
goblins
skip to my loo
cats
oblongs
skip to my loo
hats
tag-a-longs
skip to my loo
skip to my loo,
not to mention a few other things,
my darling.
‘curtsy’ trg for friend c
Curtsy
Demure
Winks, grins
Darkness laughs
Daylight sings
Her day is any day
Though some think it’s only
This day
Bats in the belfry, they know
Every day is her
Day to
Curtsy
Demure, she is
Blessing with seeming indiscreet
Discreet winks, grins.
Full circle, the moon
Smiles.
'romanticism' timothy r gates, 11/05/2009
tears easily flow
excused by, 'chocked up'
daughters have said, often,
'daddy, you're such a girl,'
with grins
never holding back a
kiss and hug
like looking into mirrors
eyes, pools, swimming
this refrain kicks
insatiable fears satiated
romanticism
not sentimentality
faith's eye and ear
don't know anything
save for the song
being sung.
Yes,
romanticism.
three....... pieces: .......
'tears rain, but' timothy r gates, 10/17/2009
always
it rains,
tears filling buckets
overflowing
expotential slide
tears rain, but
she, he
rides crow's wings
eagle's flight
envies ebony's blueness
tears rain, but
day's wash
blue skies, now,
beheld
love the rain - love
that it doesn't
rain
forever.
do love the smell
of clean
rain.
‘Diamonds applause’ trg, 10/16/2009
Diamond in the
Rough
Ruff,
Dirt rubbed, black stone
Pressured, pressed, hard hit
Uncut
Light breaking prism
Voyeuristic applause
Cut
Broken lines
Lights coloured
Dirty glass
Gives the rough
Diamonds.
‘love is, is not’ timothy r gates, 10/22/2009
Guileless
Antiquated logos
Cumulative lexis –
Graphics, sketches, scratches
Love
Like, appreciate, applaud, grin
Love
Hate, dislike, disaffection, grimace
Love
Philadelphian, Eros, Agape, ha!
Guileless
Love is not, is
Love.
'tears rain, but' timothy r gates, 10/17/2009
always
it rains,
tears filling buckets
overflowing
expotential slide
tears rain, but
she, he
rides crow's wings
eagle's flight
envies ebony's blueness
tears rain, but
day's wash
blue skies, now,
beheld
love the rain - love
that it doesn't
rain
forever.
do love the smell
of clean
rain.
‘Diamonds applause’ trg, 10/16/2009
Diamond in the
Rough
Ruff,
Dirt rubbed, black stone
Pressured, pressed, hard hit
Uncut
Light breaking prism
Voyeuristic applause
Cut
Broken lines
Lights coloured
Dirty glass
Gives the rough
Diamonds.
‘love is, is not’ timothy r gates, 10/22/2009
Guileless
Antiquated logos
Cumulative lexis –
Graphics, sketches, scratches
Love
Like, appreciate, applaud, grin
Love
Hate, dislike, disaffection, grimace
Love
Philadelphian, Eros, Agape, ha!
Guileless
Love is not, is
Love.
‘amidst the felled trees’ timothy r gates, 10/15/2009
Death, resurrection
Not new
Amidst the claims
For reclamations, restorations of
Environmental floods
Trees fall to their
Repose
Giving life,
Decomposition’s gift
Anesti! Resurrected! A-gain
Genesis, re-genesis proto-synthesis
Leaves falling
Kissing Crosses, Stars, Moons,
Mantra of seeds burrowing,
‘seeds yielding seeds,’
Death, resurrection
Trees fall
Trees felled
‘thud!’
One asleep awakens
Tree fallen, in the spring,
Sapling ascent.
‘friends and Poetry’ timothy r gates, 10/15/2009
Words
Wordless
Special
Spatial
Lines
Refrained
Byline
Byword
Refrain
Idiosyncratic
Idiom
Metaphor, simile – replaced sometimes with
Euphemism
Surreal is real
Real is not necessarily true
Truth is in silence,
Still, quiet, rippling streams, oceanic eruption –
Logos
Writing
Iconic painting, window into
More, less
Poetry, between friends
Knowing
Vertical and horizontal lines
On a page,
Only attempts at the
Word.
Death, resurrection
Not new
Amidst the claims
For reclamations, restorations of
Environmental floods
Trees fall to their
Repose
Giving life,
Decomposition’s gift
Anesti! Resurrected! A-gain
Genesis, re-genesis proto-synthesis
Leaves falling
Kissing Crosses, Stars, Moons,
Mantra of seeds burrowing,
‘seeds yielding seeds,’
Death, resurrection
Trees fall
Trees felled
‘thud!’
One asleep awakens
Tree fallen, in the spring,
Sapling ascent.
‘friends and Poetry’ timothy r gates, 10/15/2009
Words
Wordless
Special
Spatial
Lines
Refrained
Byline
Byword
Refrain
Idiosyncratic
Idiom
Metaphor, simile – replaced sometimes with
Euphemism
Surreal is real
Real is not necessarily true
Truth is in silence,
Still, quiet, rippling streams, oceanic eruption –
Logos
Writing
Iconic painting, window into
More, less
Poetry, between friends
Knowing
Vertical and horizontal lines
On a page,
Only attempts at the
Word.
‘skulls’ timothy r gates, 10/14/2009
sweet days
little ones seeing
what older ones
no longer are able to look into –
jesus loves the little children,
red and yellow, black and white –
skulls
left from angels only watching
skulls
left for angels to remember
skulls
left for seeing, eyes blazing,
little ones seeing
hand in hand
here and there
older ones hear,
‘We see living people,
even where’s the dead walking,’
here we stroll
hear their songs
skulls
with flesh.
'When Aquarius was on the horizon' timothy r gates, 10/08/2009
Singing of
days
when Aquarius was on the
horizon
Harmony prayed
for the end of a needed army
Overtones not heard,
save in the head – or
when a head
Sunshine days,
Moonlit nights
G-D in movements
Jesus saves
Buddha intones a mantra,
horizon received vertical intrusion
Innocence skipped
flowers, for barrettes – or
love any-where
Illusions not delusions,
need an end for a need for an army
Aquarius agrarian age,
swirls of pipe dreams
look into their eyes,
worth the accusation, “starry-eyed”
...sitting here @ my LCD screen,
ergonomic keyboard, mega–E=m c 2
somehow cyberspace quantum leap...
sweet days
little ones seeing
what older ones
no longer are able to look into –
jesus loves the little children,
red and yellow, black and white –
skulls
left from angels only watching
skulls
left for angels to remember
skulls
left for seeing, eyes blazing,
little ones seeing
hand in hand
here and there
older ones hear,
‘We see living people,
even where’s the dead walking,’
here we stroll
hear their songs
skulls
with flesh.
'When Aquarius was on the horizon' timothy r gates, 10/08/2009
Singing of
days
when Aquarius was on the
horizon
Harmony prayed
for the end of a needed army
Overtones not heard,
save in the head – or
when a head
Sunshine days,
Moonlit nights
G-D in movements
Jesus saves
Buddha intones a mantra,
horizon received vertical intrusion
Innocence skipped
flowers, for barrettes – or
love any-where
Illusions not delusions,
need an end for a need for an army
Aquarius agrarian age,
swirls of pipe dreams
look into their eyes,
worth the accusation, “starry-eyed”
...sitting here @ my LCD screen,
ergonomic keyboard, mega–E=m c 2
somehow cyberspace quantum leap...
'Antiquarian Beauty awaits' timothy r gates, 10/10/2009
No need to
sit, waiting,
Sirens envy her,
freedom
a tune heard by the
non-lurking
Artisans pray for
Artists,
Painters and Poets,
'please capture what we're
not able but to glimpse.'
it is a mere reality,
Antiquarian Beauty awaits –
nothing.
No need to
sit, waiting,
Sirens envy her,
freedom
a tune heard by the
non-lurking
Artisans pray for
Artists,
Painters and Poets,
'please capture what we're
not able but to glimpse.'
it is a mere reality,
Antiquarian Beauty awaits –
nothing.
'When Aquarius was on the horizon' timothy r gates, 10/08/2009
Singing of
days
when Aquarius was on the
horizon
Harmony prayed
for the end of a needed army
Overtones not heard,
save in the head – or
when a head
Sunshine days,
Moonlit nights
G-D in movements
Jesus saves
Buddha intones a mantra,
horizon received vertical intrusion
Innocence skipped
flowers, for barrettes – or
love any-where
Illusions not delusions,
need an end for a need for an army
Aquarius agrarian age,
swirls of pipe dreams
look into their eyes,
worth the accusation, “starry-eyed”
...sitting here @ my LCD screen,
ergonomic keyboard, mega–E=m c 2
somehow cyberspace quantum leap...
Singing of
days
when Aquarius was on the
horizon
Harmony prayed
for the end of a needed army
Overtones not heard,
save in the head – or
when a head
Sunshine days,
Moonlit nights
G-D in movements
Jesus saves
Buddha intones a mantra,
horizon received vertical intrusion
Innocence skipped
flowers, for barrettes – or
love any-where
Illusions not delusions,
need an end for a need for an army
Aquarius agrarian age,
swirls of pipe dreams
look into their eyes,
worth the accusation, “starry-eyed”
...sitting here @ my LCD screen,
ergonomic keyboard, mega–E=m c 2
somehow cyberspace quantum leap...
always grateful for those that read and then let me know, either way, just that they do. thank you Tatian for do so, i appreciate it more than a little. t
'Hearts intuitive' timothy r gates, 10/03/2009
Hearts
intuitive
not b.s.,
saying,
'i love you,'
when fists come,
with or without words.
Hearts
intuitive
not without verbs,
saying,
'i'll not love you
with nouns alone.'
Hearts
intuitive,
like Mary of old,
'my life praises
god my savior,'
then kisses him,
her son.
Hearts
intuitive
not absent words,
saying with psalms,
'incline your hear to mine,'
reclining entwined.
'bat's flight' timothy r gates, 10/07/2009 (a bat's friend's inspiration)
the night's plight
is to be twilight,
as i watch the bat's flight
i say good-night.
well, not yet a nightie-night,
but it'll bite
if i give no sight
to this spirit's light.
i do so love the fight,
to be tight
in this eve of dawn's write,
this rhyming delight,
laughing aloud, 'this is all right!'
'Hearts intuitive' timothy r gates, 10/03/2009
Hearts
intuitive
not b.s.,
saying,
'i love you,'
when fists come,
with or without words.
Hearts
intuitive
not without verbs,
saying,
'i'll not love you
with nouns alone.'
Hearts
intuitive,
like Mary of old,
'my life praises
god my savior,'
then kisses him,
her son.
Hearts
intuitive
not absent words,
saying with psalms,
'incline your hear to mine,'
reclining entwined.
'bat's flight' timothy r gates, 10/07/2009 (a bat's friend's inspiration)
the night's plight
is to be twilight,
as i watch the bat's flight
i say good-night.
well, not yet a nightie-night,
but it'll bite
if i give no sight
to this spirit's light.
i do so love the fight,
to be tight
in this eve of dawn's write,
this rhyming delight,
laughing aloud, 'this is all right!'
'better off read than dead' timothy r gates, 10/04/2009
McCarthyism
flip side, Communism
ism's for
investigation
instigation
persecution
but then, retaliation
'better off dead than read,'
heard in my youth
then, i thought,
'but who's red,
my Great-Grandmother,
she was Cherokee,'
made sense to me, then,
'better off red than dead.'
dead, three times
resurrected, not a choice
tried to be conservative, once
tried to be a democrat, too
trying to be honest, i pray
embraced capitalism
imbibed communism and socialism
eschewed ism's
turned the other cheek,
only to find another one –
to turn
(both sets spread too often)
read many
read by some
for me,
better read than dead,
until i'm at the last
thread
ism's buried, too
six feet under
epitaph:
'better read than dead, till today.'
'free fall' or 'no fall' trg, 10/02/2009
No fall
for the falling
fallen from Grace,
she caught me
on the way down,
going up,
Angelos' Siren,
nothing diabolical
for the willing,
one's devil;
another's messenger:
free fall.
McCarthyism
flip side, Communism
ism's for
investigation
instigation
persecution
but then, retaliation
'better off dead than read,'
heard in my youth
then, i thought,
'but who's red,
my Great-Grandmother,
she was Cherokee,'
made sense to me, then,
'better off red than dead.'
dead, three times
resurrected, not a choice
tried to be conservative, once
tried to be a democrat, too
trying to be honest, i pray
embraced capitalism
imbibed communism and socialism
eschewed ism's
turned the other cheek,
only to find another one –
to turn
(both sets spread too often)
read many
read by some
for me,
better read than dead,
until i'm at the last
thread
ism's buried, too
six feet under
epitaph:
'better read than dead, till today.'
'free fall' or 'no fall' trg, 10/02/2009
No fall
for the falling
fallen from Grace,
she caught me
on the way down,
going up,
Angelos' Siren,
nothing diabolical
for the willing,
one's devil;
another's messenger:
free fall.
