Posts Tagged ‘nature’

What If God Is A Jazz Musician? – Update / Extended Version: Revolutionary Iambic Slam-Length Poem

October 5, 2014

Back in high school I read a science report that stated that radio waves coming from Pulsars, Quarks, and other astrological entities portrayed very sophisticated Jazz beats and rhythms. I wrote a poem, then, which I can’t find… but this is a rewrite that still asks the same question.
— The first and last part of this piece was written in 2009, and can be found here, in an earlier part of my blog.

In order to make it “Slam Poetry” length, I added some new thoughts and ideas about the music we hear in Nature.

The Quasars
and Pulsars
from dying sparks
of Quarks
and black holes
playing in the dark
form bang, bang,
do wop, bang
rhythms
and be bop bang
syncopated rhymes
in do wop, bang re bop
three-quarter time
on radio
do whop bang discs
in bang bang do whop bang Puerto
bang bang do whop bang
Rico
and bang bang do whop bang
New Mex
ico.

Or you can take the A-Train
To Central Park,
and hear some jazz refrain
before dark,

For surely/
some boy and girl Squirrley
will rhythmic chat
That’s as natural as a scat
From any bar
In Har
Lem.

Or hear the music of the trees
when winter thaws to spring
as they’re moved by the breeze.
Yeah, they got that swing!

Just get out of your car,
And lie down anywhere.
Step out of that bar/
to hear nature’s grooved aire.

The birds,
The bees,
the waves I hear
On distant seas.

Even the rhythm of your heart
And the shufflin’ of your feet.
From your life’s very start:
It carries that cosmic beat.

You feel it,
hear it,
dance to it,
groove on it.

Everywhere you go.
You know.
It’s got that flow.
So …
What if God

bang bang do whop bang
IS a Jazz Musician?
Man?
AND
the Universe
Is His Big
Gig,
Dig?

Unexpected Wildlife Traces: Revolutionary Rhyming ImproVerse Haiku

October 1, 2014

Black bra hanging on a marsh fence = wildlife trace!I looked for nature./
In an unexpected place,/
I found wildlife’s trace.
OR

What’s tawdry tales and/
talisman’s are left hanging/
on rural fences?

At My Dad And Mom’s House: Revolutionary Blogging Prose

May 7, 2014

If you visit my dad and mom’s lakefront house on the west shore of Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin, in the summer, you’ll find:
1 large fishing/water-skiing/tubeing boat
2 canoes (3 if you want to borrow my aunt’s)

Lake Winneconne sailing

Sailing at sunset with purple martin

Daffodils by a Wisconsin pond

Frog pond and woods

1 sailboat
1 rowboat
1 skiff
2 piers
1 big lake out the front door
several swimming noodles
several life jackets
several paddle boards
3 frog ponds
1 goldfish pond
1 swing
1 hammock
2 slide/swing set (next door)
1 fire pit
2 dirt piles
1 over-grown back yard
1 nearby slow moving river
1 nearby marsh
several nearby woods
several Indian/archeological mounds nearby
Uno cards
cribbage boards
several other games
a player piano
a kitchen
a grandma who will teach you to make taffy, peanut brittle, caramel corn, carrot cake, and pies
a garden
stacks of wood with critters in them
2 butterfly nets
2 frog and fish-catching nets
2 benches overlooking the lake
sunsets
clear skies
stars at night
fireflies
tons of bugs
a grandpa who can tell you about every plant, bug, bird and animal around
2 soccer balls
2 kickballs
beachballs
binoculars
magnifying glasses
mud
world-class airshows and aircraft museums nearby
cheese factories nearby
potato salad at Piggly Wiggly
Friday night fish frys
old steel toys
hotdog and bratwurst sticks
s’more ingredients
watermelons floating in the fresh spring pond
a garden with fresh tomatoes for BLTs
fresh, organic watercress (superfood!) for smoothies and cheese/watercress sandwiches
water skis
innertubes
rubber rafts
extra swimsuits and towels
rocks to turn over
a sandbox

vintage aircraft flying overhead
buckets and shovels
aunts, uncles, cousins and friends who will play and do things with you
quiet country roads and woodland paths.

Don’t ask: “Where are the video games?”

———–
My little brother “Ping” (Gene Jr.) thought of some more:
Duck calls & decoys
A rafter to hang your deer from
4 filet knives
Wild flowers
Owls hooting at night
Fireworks seen and felt by boat
Eager fishing poles waiting to be used
Alarm clocks with alarms set well before first light
Wild grapes
Tadpoles
Turtle logs
Mud minnows at the ready
Smell of fish in the freezer
Salmon lures just about everywhere
Martin houses
Purple Martins singing & feeding their young
Starlings sworn at & falling from the sky
House that is paid for
Ice fishing equipment
Carp bows & arrows at the ready
Cast iron skillet waiting to sizzle & fill the air with the aroma of bacon, onions, & potatoes from an open fire
Allenville sweet corn dripping with butter
Mosquitos
Volleyball time
CURDS!!! I forgot to mention squeaky curds!Buying Cheese and Curds at Union Star Cheese Factory in Zittau, Wisconsin
And Held’s summer sausage!!!
Red wing black birds
4th of July parties & parade
Fish boils on New Years
Thunder storms advancing
Hail falling
Wind blowing
Waves crashing
Mom laughing
Dad smiling
Both of them dreaming
Both of them making their dreams come true

DadMomKiss_SunsetApril2016_Winneconne
Holding hands
Loving their children…and their children’s children… and their children’s children’s children
Both of them hugging

Both of them loving each other … always.

And Dad (Gene Sr.) said:
Did anyone mention the snow, cross country skiing and skating and igloo building but I guess this could go on forever…

(I commented that this was supposed to be a summer list … otherwise it COULD go on forever!

Nature Finds A Way: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

June 28, 2013

Trees grow on a smoke stack near Milwaukee's City Hall, view from the 18th floor of the Pfister Hotel.Amidst all downtown’s/
pollution and decay, still,/
Nature finds a way.

Evolutionary Quickness: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

July 7, 2011

In Nature, change must /
happen slow, to give wings strength./
Aren’t we beyond that?

OR
We are beyond that.

Blonde Bohemian Rhapsody: Romantic IMprov Email Sonnet

October 7, 2010

You moved in me/
a blonde Bohemian rhapsody:/
I’m an artist in awe/
of your creation that I saw.

Your descriptive phraseology/
speaks to me soul-fully./
People, life, the universe is good./
(A thought by most too rarely understood.)

And avoiding the glitter, glitz and dross/
by staying out of malls at all cost!/
To instead choose painted or starlight dancing/
and out-in-nature or adventurous romancing.

Sharing our heart — and our art — has potential.
How do we do it? That’s inconsequential.
———————-
add-on couplet
I look forward to hearing from you.
Thanks for being my Bohemian Muse.

Wisconsin Skinny Dipping Cleanse: Revolutionary Improv Email Sonnet

September 7, 2010

Winneconne Whitecaps, Swim Suit and Towel on the DockThe west wind and whitecaps churn
on my long-fetched Midwest lake.
I relish the violence and yearn,
as I have from my youth, to take

a naked dive,
to absorb nature’s dual power;
to be alive
in the storm’s most blustery hour.

I’ll swim and be swept, alone,
unashamed, unabashed, through the foam
of the surging, pounding freshwater sea;
and will learn, again, how it lifts and carries me.

I know when, at last, I emerge, from its power cleansed,
I’ll breathe deep in my soul and feel fully alive again.