Crumbs of the Mind

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Prisms of His Mind

by Therese Waneck

Great Giants marched before her
Awesome, towering and self contained
Laughingly she patted each one
On the back remembering her past
So starry eyed and now off track
She once flew above those towers divine
He courted her waiting for the magic time
Clothed in mystery she gazed
into the looking glass searching
for that past
Mirrored she sulkily strode across the room
silently filled with shadows of gloom
Such a trail she sought to mystify
Once she flew beyond those chambers
Divine
Now only to remain in the prism of his mind...

Sunday, March 23, 2014

In Order To Get "There"

by Paul Nachbar

Well in order to get there from where you are
i found out very precisely and quite nicely too
You have to learn a trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion rules
And then you might just do something 'new":or 'really good'
Or "really really really good"

Hey, just like you, I was born a screamer and a crier
And a moaner and a whiner and a bastard and a bitch perhaps as well
I was born a puker a shitter a pisser and a farter
And a drooler too
With eyes and senses and ears wired for Mommy
Daddy maybe and a few other people too
And some simiple tricks of the trade like
Crawlng, sitting up, dreaming, dropping stuff or causing it to fall over,
Burping,sucking on things, rolling over, smiling, frowning
And being honest and pleased or
Displeased and showing off or faking it or
Administrating, ruling or negotiating stuff
As well as making various sounds and noises I created
In different pitches and of different durations which eventually seemed to have
Objective clearcut sound and reasonable meaning
To everybody else who spoke the "king's and queen's English"
Meaning of course of my household not theiirs. or yours or his or hers.

Now if you expect one from those origins to learn
Or to want to or need to or desire to or lust to learn and master
With any degree of competency those
Trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion rules
That exist regarding "everything"
Without some rudeness, nastiness, inappropriatness, direspect,
Withdrawls, bullyings. perceived bullyings, regressions, aggressions
Instabiliites, obessions, rumnations acts of bravery and cowardice
Responsible and irresponsible deeds, real and unreal things.
Good and bad stuff. too, immaturity, boasting, narcissism, grandiousity
Extreme shyness. hurt, tears,
Impatience, sarcasm, nastiness, deviations, teasings and torturings
Arguments, debates "nervous breakdowns" asininities, foolishnesses
Feuds, quarrels, battles, reunions, civil wars reactions, neuroses
Psychoses, fallings out, failures, false leads and a whole whole bunch
Of other stuff that the Jews call mishegas or schmuckeria.
And you can look those up
And not just among the mishbruchah
And you can look that one up too
Not to speak of borderline meshuggenah
And yes once again that would be useful to look up
Then you don't really know that much do you?

Well in order to get there from where you are
They told me very precisely and quite nicely too
You have to learn a trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion rules
And then you might just do something 'new":or 'really good'
Or "really really good"

Twins

by Peter Donald Rodgers

Jean

by Dedra Keller

In memory of you, by your 14 year old cousin.

Everyday that passes-
It seems like yesterday
Our 14 and 16 year old
“profound” talk-
Our boyfriends and-
Home-sewn dresses

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

Oh! How I love
Your white, white smile-
Curve of your lip
Like crescent’s glowing moon

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

My coach-proud
Wiped my tears
When dad died
We sat silently
And looked-
And never spoke
Just- looked- just looked
At the ground

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

It was a young girl’s fall-
Leaves of dancing colors
Goblins chattering
With gritty, worn-out teeth-
Gnashing, gnashing
You were told-
Malignant

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

Life has just begun-
“How is this possible?” you ask.
-Falling-falling to the ground

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

This song-on the radio!
It was written for you!
“Jean, Jean,” a Scottish lilt light, bright-
It plays in my head
Over again-Over
And I hope-
Just hope…

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

You are NEVER afraid-
Ever confident!
Flowing, flying hair
Amongst the breezes
Leaves-airborne!
The sky, so blue-
Blue just like those eyes.

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

Home- you have come home
I look- just look
At hollow eyes, hollow eyes
Blue, hollow eyes
Airborne hair- light brown-
-GONE-
Brown light hair, brown marks blotch your face-
Your beautiful face-
That beautiful face

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

“It’s OK!” you tell me-
Noble boyfriend never left your side
“He’s noble!”
You tell me, “I am still intact-
look I’m still intact!”

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

Crescent moon shines-
Dancing with the dark
Covers a part- a part of that beautiful face-
Such a beautiful face!

Jean, Jean with the light brown hair and-
Blue, blue eyes-
Those eyes!

It’s a silent- cold, dark park when-
A shiver runs down my spine-
Electric feet racing, racing home-
She’s gone
She’s gone

Jean, Jean white bright moon-
Blue- blue eyes blue- blue sky.

Untitled

by Kara Zor-el

High Range IQ Tests

by James Petro

Browsing for the right test
Which I finally find
I start solving the puzzles
That dazzle my mind
Thinking I've done all I can
An answer pops in my head
So I wait longer
In hopes it will happen again
Upon completion
I eagerly await
A score report
Revealing my fate