My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
***
Edy Lou Benjamin
Bear Poem by Summer Breeze
Mudscapes #1
“incomprehensible”
bear eyes mourning for such a species
as whose mating habits include
headache, kidney stones,
cirrhosis, hangover and lately shampoo and aphrodisiacs
with
bile of bear
2 days of tear drops for the bear before i finally saw
the bear’s mournful sad eyes are not for bearself
they are for us humanselves
with such collective karma
to render balance to
every life a jesusfreak to be reckoned with
soo many years/eons/moments
forgotten to remember
remembering to forget
mournful & bewildered
bear eyes
***
Thinking of You Poem by Summer Breeze
dear heart I’m thinking of you
and your pain
and it took me till this very moment
in the middle of writing Ken a letter
(we met in nonviolence.org you know)
which brings me to my old nursing days
now wanting to tell you about the burned
out nurses you are encountering
nurses do have the highest burn-out rate
it is administration
fearing one mistake will lose their license
paper work demanded and more important
than patient care
and tending so much pain
I do not excuse them
they should change professions
we don’t have to live with our enemy
as neighbors
but we need to love their pain
and yes I know when we witness
anyone causing pain
directly or indirectly
we stop it any way we can
when we reach evening’s dim light
with time to breathe and ponder
it is our human heart
promising better
next time
***
We Are We Poem by Summer Breeze
WE ARE WE
by Summer Music
are we then two different species?
those who are tested
and those abused by the test?
we know the king sits fat upon the throne
draws a line ’round all that is his own
those that grovel at his golden feet
know the king will shortly lose his head
that’s the way it is in the extreme
being tested is the vegetables
being the test is the meat
the back of one hand remembering
assaults & surrenders
flowers grow so very strong
wind born – petal bright flying
one onion petunia patch
listen, listen, the flowers laugh
rippling waterfall laugh
oh yes, pain behind the laughter
but who would trade the laughter for the pain?
the trained seal claps
the trained dog takes naps
and who am i but something of a you
something perceiving or bleeding
or just dreaming
come, take my hand
let’s walk again this forest path
where fairy meets the goblin in the leaves
listen, listen, the flowers laugh.
Copyright © 1998 by Summer Music, All rights reserved
***
Aaron Sorkin by Summer Breeze
the final rub is always here
to stay and witness the jackals emplode
or leave
before the towers topple
“the phalic Washington monument
fits nicely on it’s side
inside the gigantic cathedral”
where is Aaron Sorkin the brilliant
writer of our dreams
of a compassionate West Wing
the logical
ethical
my jake grows weary
of arrows pinging
from other men’s insecurities
seeing their own reflection
there is shelter from the storm
‘they’ get their fry day
we have our mon day
mon o mon
give jake back to jake
and to us
***
Under God Poem by Summer Breeze
“under God”
God did not say
“I am the only God”
God said
“Put no other Gods before me”
religion plus politics
equals War
what hope is there
when the masses prefer lockstep
to freedom of thought?
Bushism pokes away by little and by sweeps
the Devil says, “God,
I resign!
Humans are more evil than even I can conjur…”