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Tag Archives: Love

Rebound

11 Saturday Jun 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in Poetry, Relationships

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Love, Peace, Truth

There was nothing wrong with the first.

There was something wrong with us—

Then that thing didn’t go away by the
second, third—

Then we’re in middle school on the rebound,
slow-dancing with the wrong one,

pouting ‘cause we got it wrong.

The cry is so hidden, though—we are
deceived to thinking we’re right!

Like Thieves in the night, we dance and
celebrate wrong, raising and tilting
glasses back like pimps.

We found a large crew to do wrong with
us, so in this majority we felt right;

We drank enough, and felt right.

We carried on without guide, thought
“Mrs.” Right was maybe behind door
number five… When really, she is still

Behind number one.

Blessed is the wife of our youth.

Rejoice in her, the Bible says—and a curse
to those who offend her.

All songs danced to without her is
blasphemy against blessing, all lust away
from her is a fulfillment of curse.

The only way to stop the rebound is to
stop taking outside shots.

Go back to the First, apologize and stop
shooting altogether.

Love.

Fighting the Fight

25 Thursday Feb 2016

Posted by Bill Watkins in Bullies, Poetry

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Joy, Love, Peace

Is it might or right, from your
front door standing in the night?

You raise your fist and sound
the alarm, speak tough words

and are willing to roll around
with other men, on the ground

of prisons, jails and sin, but if
“I could just be the toughest,

Perhaps they would give me a
medal of honor, and I would finally…

Win.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass” is the favorite
of the “Tough”—not seeing the homo-

sexual connotations in raping peace
with certain incarceration, where you

might find yourself rolling around soon
with other men who thought they were

Tough, then ended up showing their
toughness to male guards, temporary

male prostitutes, trying to substitute
for co-ed life away from the bars.

Then one day you think, maybe I should
not fight so much, or act on anger

all the time, pushing my weight around,
because wait:

Life is short, and I’d rather be free where
I go, free of anger, fear and pride driving

me every which way but home—to the bar,
to the road, to the fight, to the
handcuffs, to the booking, to the
stories told when everybody’s looking,

to a lonely cell, the brotherhood of
all men and women, could have listened
to Jesus Christ, turned the other cheek,

kissed the girl, raised a family—

So stop rolling around with other men—
or threatening homoerotic fantasies,

And come back to God, peace, and
general neighborhood tranquility.

Tough, like Cool is dead—in the presence
of cooler, calmer, eternal Nice.

God bless us to nice—a Tough thing to
be—the best if you want to breathe
long… And See.

Big Yang

13 Wednesday May 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Big Bang, Science

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Joy, Love, Peace

The wolf sees what scientists don’t,
the full circle, Yin and Yang more than
Big Bang, this is the beginning, the end:

The same thing.

1, 2, 3 the dream of all who see, two
plus two? Depends what you’re adding.
The cloth and the sun eclipsed by
spider webbing truth!

One thing remains after the dust settles:

Infinity.

Or does it all come to zero, back full circle
to “I don’t know.” The wolf howls angry
messages of love at the moon—the reverse of
sun, the inverse of none:

We are born…

Birthday rhymes with Earth day as we see out
the shadow call it soul to shade, los musicos preparing
to blast to the bull’s demise but not before a final
surprise, the Earth cringing, its name a lullaby…

Sleep

First Crush

24 Friday Apr 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Love

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Joy, Love, Peace

Waves crash, suns fall down,
when really—

It is Earth that moves.

It’s all relative, the first crushy feelings
grab some at five, some at ten,
some feel stunted and
don’t trust love…

So how on God’s Green is it to
be expressed?

First crush, first love, first
Wife—Proverbs said to after that
relationship look. Take care, it
is a blessed thing,

And if it should happen that a
child in your care is crushed,
lift them up, open them up,

And welcome the love out—

Even if you never got that chance
yourself!

Pay forward gifts you never got?

Powerful it is to let go our pain,
ease in morning, catch the light
playing with rain and clouds again,

The rainbow not unlike those
prime feelings.

Suffering ceases, a thought of peace;

To be with her or him—it!!

First crush—Love, surrender!!

First love, find it within, give it
still, even if over hills and seeming
so far away…

And whatever you do, if moments
continue to pass, that wave overhead
and for today out of reach:

Pass along what you have to teach,
encourage the young to be honest,
loving, and to marry from their souls.

Else our lives ring incomplete, Longfellow
had something there;

Standing in these cowardly walls, lacking rhyme.

We look ahead, call her bad—the first,
because we were bad, unwilling, unable.

Go back, and say hello, if this is so:

First crush, we all know…

Bloom

22 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Allegory, Nature

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Elmer Bernstein, JFK, Joy, Love, Peace

Prosper in no space but your
own; spread out green across the
face of doubt,

The banks of shimmering sunsets
out to pasture.

The peace is bound to be there.

Accept the warmth when cold, the
shadow when hot, cool breezes in
time to heal,

A water emerges from you, from
without too, evaporation
creating the dream of truth
on the horizon as you wait for
wet.

God is watching the rainbow as we
Hers after the rain; Hers on mountainsides
from Greyhound in Spring up
to the Area’s brisk bay.

When I cannot find the Power to
express, undress. Know. The rainbow
is gold before found in pots by lovers
and streams.

God is pleased when we bloom; all that
work to let it out suddenly.

So private are we, so introspective until
the fall. We gather steam, are as much
a self-willed as inspired dream as we wake up
to one more thing, again and again

The Autumn of Regret falling.

Bloom: where planted they say, or
release your pollen of paintings, songs
and books across all divides to end
up at new beginning’s silver intermission.

Elmer Bernstein’s playing something classical
against our laughs, and with us is God
laughing, hopeful like us—

Meanwhile we sift through the soil, private
in that redundant Winter until alone we know:

There will be another summer, with or without
bodies, the essences of Truth
on a JFK flag, holding on to your ideals against
threats and bothers.

War is the sprouting of a seed through snow and
dirt and water and wind.

Ahhhhh! Reach up to the Sun at least one more time,

One more day. Now, then, with me and give thoughts
to your descent, shower in light and give again…

Expression, God on a higher hill laughing…

Waiting, awaiting your bloom.

***

So eat, drink, replenish and be ready, and
when or if called… open. If not called, open
louder and brighter.

If never called, know that God was calling,
never more pleased as at the lonely
bloom blooming uphill against the storm.

You are recorded, you are here;
there are no enemies at the core—

Shout “Joy” at blooms to be, so that
forever shall there be more…

Life. The only worthwhile war.

Prepare for Peace

26 Thursday Mar 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Poem, Poems, Poesia, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Political

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Joy, Love, Military, Peace, Police

Peace13

Police, paramilitary and Military training
that I’ve seen forget a key
course, the most important lesson
of all to take into the world:

Knowing what to do if no one
or nothing is wrong.

If all is quiet, no crimes are being
committed, no borders breached:

DO YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
IN TIMES OF PEACE?

I fear (prayer the remedy)—better yet,
it concerns me, the gung ho nature
of violent training, “preparing for war”
and “violent criminals shooting their
guns.”

As depicted in Apocalypse Now and
W. Bush carrier landings, the hoopla
and hype and “excitement” to go to war,
to use training to kill

is sick.

But that’s okay God love you anyway,
just learn how to organize twenty-four
hours of Peace. Difficult, I know!!

Takes an alcoholic at war with himself for years
to understand the compulsion
to seek and destroy, to find some “safe
place” apparently made safe by guns
all around you, but then you forget Jesus
who said “live by the gun, die by the gun”—

you’re painting a target on your heads sons
and daughters…

***

I know he said “sword” not gun, by the
way I’m not totally dumb, I used
to be scared and run, and figure that
if I “got you” before you “got me”—
well, then, I was living…

Ten percent of those who go into
police and military should be trained
for the worst.

The other ninety, give’em to me, to
Peace, to helping other nations, ours,
to being of service.

You have to learn to take one on the cheek,
and give them the other one to hit,

BECAUSE THAT IS REALLY SECURING

World Peace, friends

De-Corrupting Politics

26 Thursday Mar 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Politics

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Tags

Joy, Love, Peace

Ay Dios mío, como dicen
debajo la frontera, mi tierra
hablo de mi gente, disfrutando
el día, debajo debajo debajo—

El sol de triunfo!!

Paz, libertad. Bailamos el rumbo!!

***

Politics? Really?? Yes indeedy, it starts
with an idea, but recently it’s been squashed
by me, me, me—and this desire to
get elected, be famous, get paid—

What happened to the community?

To service?

Oh, my bad, wait—is this the self-service
line? Ah, yes!!! Selfishness!!!
We’ve strayed from service, this is
a mess, Politics prey to the same
psychotic temptations to do evil
as any child approaching that bar-b-que
beer left out on the table unattended,

Pick it up!!!

***

Clean it up!!

***

We can do better, it’s a decision we
make each day to change or fix
what’s broken.

Any institution that murders and covers
up like in 1963, November 22—where were
you?

Me, I wasn‘t born yet, but I can read now
and watch TV. Enough to see when media
spins past evidence and testimony to give you
the solution and easy answer that allow you
to go about your business, thinking those
in “power” (big quotes) are basically okay,
business as usual, never mind Jackie’s PTSD,
it’ll all go away, what’s the matter with secrets
anyway?

Well, they kill alcoholics to begin with,
but let’s keep to politics and define it
for a moment, the way we’ve been corrupted
to define it, on Google:
1. noun: politics:
the activities associated with the
governance of a country or other area,
especially the debate or conflict among
individuals or parties having or hoping
to achieve power.
***

I’m almost speechless. I did not
make that up, it’s on Google this
day, March 20, 2015.

It’s hard to move on, but I guess we should—
let’s indeed run from Google, if
that’s the best they can do here.

POWER?!?!!? Laugh out loud, O.M.
Gosh, I’ve seen a lot of Power in my day,
but never from Politics. God, Higher
Power, Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Hurricanes,
The Seasons, Mother Nature, the Stars,
the Galaxy, Infinite wonder—this Universe
beyond reach….

And then we talk about the president of
the “United States of America?” This country
by uninformed called “the most powerful…”
(I can’t even complete that clichéd phrase, it
makes me sorta’ sick!)

Let’s calm down, newbie USA, we are one
of the youngest, brashest nations in
the world to be sure. But the…. “Best???”

‘Scuse me I just puked. I digress, let’s get past this
stupidity and just call our ignorance
ignorance, or at least a big case of
ethnocentrism.

And I digress again to say that
the farther we fall from Galileo’s
renaissance, the closer we stand
in chaos.

And the closer we study the God
of outdated Darker Ages, the sooner
we’ll have peace.

Or visit China in 600 BC. Lao Tsu,
writing a poem, knowing he could
never change the world…

But he tried anyway.

Let go, and yield to nothing. Give
all you got… Wave, sink, float—
vote…

And for God’s sake, let us pray
and aspire—something not religious
but auspicious of properly placed
aerobic undressing of distress
in capitalist marketplaced devils
in sheep—
the goodness in us Grace to keep,
so say thanks, as the wave
passes by overhead. Real Power,
real force—

Peace of mind awaiting only effort,
so show up and let our kids vote.

Ideas don’t have ages, just reasons,
suns setting late, daylight savings
almost as big a joke as Dulles on
Warren, a publically-funded library
dedicated to the king of Watergate!

The Coup of 1963, the last of many
foul cover-ups in the way, let’s stop
the shooting for one week.

Even police and military training

Gosh the birds are heard, ground planes?

Ahh, politics of, for and related to citizens,
so therefore to the corrupt: Good bye,

you are revoked, because…

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men [and Women] are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just [blessings] from the consent of the governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its [blessings] in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

DE-Classify TODAY!!!!!!!
LET KIDS VOTE
MAY IDEAS, not Money and Solicitation
Win Political Seats…!
***
Outlaw Private Campaign Spending!!

Tell her You Like Her

24 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Boys, Junior High, Teen

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Dating, Love, Peace, Truth

Jeez, get some guts?

But it’s more than that, I
needed prayer. Before I even
knew it I needed prayer.

To be the kind of truth-sayer that
could produce the sooth
to sooth the soothing sometimes
cumbersome inkling to love—

Tell her!!

I grew up confused, divorce
was not a ruse, a microchip burst
when at six o’clock I didn’t
see Dad first… so I dreamed all
my dreams alone.

Finally someone got in there,
it was a pro paid money to
get in there—it was super cool
though how he did it—he
did it with soul and care,
not like a robot being paid to be there.

I love life, but this love
must have the courage to be true
if ever you’re to have a wife.

Chuckle and laugh—that’s
okay today… but from pro’s
or honest friends, or priests or
doctors do not stray.

There may be help, and with
dating we all need it because
guess what? It’s a challenge
for every single one of us, adult
and child alike.

So welcome to the club young people,
ask for help and do right!!!

Life Changer

20 Tuesday Jan 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Life, Sports

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Jacqueline Kennedy, JFK, Joy, Justice, Lack of Justice, LBJ, Love, Peace, PTSD

Sports Anonymous

Weird waking up from apparent truth.

You wake to a new you, the one that failed
a wreck on the floor.

Step on him and walk away now—

Truth, justice, the American way,
no system above corruption we had
a coup too in 1963 not two, and you?

You told me sports was fun, you watched
it on TV, signed me up, it’s what was done;
be a kid, mess around, get a summer job,
go to school, college then you’re set.

I’m forty-two and not set yet.

Fight a war and “win,” where should
I start with that, I can’t hardly begin—

Peace is not a riddle; it’s written all over
the U.N. charter, beginning end and middle.

It’s easy except the Devil’s will to muck up
perfect, alter flows until who knows?

Even you can be an enemy of the state. Or
a new one create? When this one doesn’t
serve, retire to the peace in your mind
called peace of mind, knowing you did
your best take that John Wooden poster
out of your chest, fall down and get up again,
all heart and no play, makes Jack a healthy
president until they take him away…

Killed in the middle of the day. Blood and
wives, new president sworn in that red pool,
smiling and winking at his congressman friend,
LBJ—I guess he’s got a library too,

We have plenty of money to kill the enemies,
That Devil at work, convincing the shadow it’s you.

I leave and I live, have walked away from two
addictions: Sports and alcohol.

The game I played, the goals I scored, all at
the expense of the homeless man’s lack
of sleep, Jacqueline Kennedy’s PTSD,
we should have been her comfort and arrested
the men responsible for death and pain.

Instead we sent Dulles to manipulate results
away from Truth to Oswald the St. Patty’s Day
of Patsies, and we all stood stupefied,

Because if like me you had family money?

You went to college, played sports, kept
your grades up, and thanked God
for National Security.

And the U.N., shining blue in the night,
seeks our day, the light in us to shine.

Give up the sport, the fight, the clinking
golden false delight, Lord Dewar out of
sight!!

And Try. Just try…

Campaign Fund

17 Saturday Jan 2015

Posted by Bill Watkins in Political

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Jefferson, John Adams, Joy, Love, Peace

I could have entitled the poem
Fuck Shit Pussy, and much of what
I wanted to say would have been said.

Emotions hover around visions of
John Adams and Jefferson, accepting
their nominations with humility
and honor, doing their best.

How much did John Adams spend
en route to victory in 1796? How much
money in political contributions did
he make?

A central bank, Hamilton’s Treasury
Department, an army in peacetime
chompin’ at the bit to fight (or else why
train?), good and evil elements spitting
through the cracks in Government…

Ah!! If only the world and life itself
could be controlled by voting.

Politics an okay pursuit, for why not
attempt to order chaos around,
it’s fun—what Da Vinci did with
some colors and a canvas, smile!

The Mona Lisa is divine…

So could our lives be; check in,
check ourselves—Change, revolve
and so let’s go back to a new
beginning. Earn our fireworks
on July 4th, aim with me a poetic
hopeful atom bomb at:

CAMPAIGN SPENDING.

Blow it up. Kill it all, turn our
will and political lives back to
effort, truth and humble acceptance
of nominations bestowed on the
deserving.

Ideas and effort, not soliciting and money—

Could you imagine like me, the beauty
in that City Hall or Capital party, the
day we turn it all over to the people,
to a better process.

Ideas having priority, age would cease to
matter, we could raise up a fifteen
year old to lead, if they had the ideas
and drive—why not?

We claim they’re the future… I give my
power away today. Past 35, we’re all in
descent, let’s get honest as our private
parts drop, encourage kids to rise up—
Let’s GO!!

You know, this could be great—we weed
out the weeds. But then there’s salary—even
Adams made a big one for public service
in politics.

The root of all evil? When pursued, yes.
When accepted as a thing among 10,000
things, taken or left—

Fine.

Public office acquired by campaign funds
to secure a career? The best solicitor wins?

This thing could be idea-run… we must
decide.

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