The Poetry of G David Schwarz

 She

    

She will go out

and she will just ought

and then she will hit and spit

She is just rude a bit

She does slap you're horse

and to make you feel worse

she will kick your dog

and then she

will so ironically

thank her deeds

up to the lord

in time with treasures

she is making measures 

slap and kick and call that pleasures

I wish I knew what was wrong with her

 Go And Throw A Boomerang

   

Go and throw a boomerang

It wont mean a gosh damn thing

It simple goes away

Then some time out in space

It returns t_o the same darn place

Go and throw a boomerang

In New Orleans or Omaha

Except for the fact

Of it coming back

Its almost like trowing a base ball

 Every Time I Think Of You

    

Every time I think of you

Its seems my hair and eyes turn blue

Because you see, well I hope you do

I am deep in like with you

Since the first day we parted

My trust in life just departed

And every thing turned the color blue

My sad eyes as my shoe

Now what here can I do

Since I have been boomed by blue

This is it seems

Sadness up into my dreams

T. I. F.  J.

      

OK we don't have to go touring

but with your wit and compilation

we could make a dedication

On a very wonderful text

writ and written... what the heck

we ought to try

we ought not give up

we ought we ought

and those words turn to a yawn

BIO

G David Schwarz

DavidSchwarzG@AOL.com 

 

I am the former President of "Seed House", an  on-line, interfaith community forum.  I also have published three books  -  " A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue" (1994),  "Midrash and Working Out  Of The Book" ( 2004), and most recently "Shards and Stanzas" (2011). 

        I am currently retired, and besides writing, I spend my time volunteering in my community with Meals On Wheels.  

Poem of Rob Schaeffer, Ph.D.

The Pipe Carriers

The pipe carriers pass among us still

Silently - soft-feathered - humbly

Chanupas cradled lovingly

Visible to all who will.

Their pace ancient and slow

Yet synced to this frenetic century

   to its aspirations, and to its aspirants

   to its suffering, and to its sufferers

   to its healing, and to its healers.

You wonder how much they can really know

But you never, ever, ever want them to go.

BIO

Rob Schaeffer, Ph.D. is a clinical and forensic psychologist who has been active in ancient forest protection and Native American issues.  He is thankful for the many teachers who have shared with him their knowledge of Lakota spiritual practice and to the community which has allowed him to participate in ceremony.  In his life he tries to walk the Red Road.

Poetry of JD DeHart

Edutainment

they wait for me

to speak and bring up

a word

string out a syllable

like lights at the pool

tell a story in a voice

other than my own

but I am not the same

person I was two pages

ago and the flash is gone

along with whatever dazzle

I could muster.

Popular Culture

the voice of the television

tells me what to wear

while the actress winks

at me

she looks grand on the screen

probably four feet tall in life

I have been told

to buy a product, believe

a slogan

so I try my best to ignore it all

like Guy Montag on the tube.

High Achievement

This is the hillside

we could climb and look down

to see ourselves

climbing up

Not a vapid inspirational poster

but the truth

that we are not the same

small us

That started this wobbling

journal on thin legs.

JD DeHart

Jddehartwriting@gmail.com