Thursday, July 16, 2009

THIS OLD PLACE






SHADOW WORLD
DUSTY NOW
EMPTY PAGES
ASKING HOW

BOOKCASE EYES
NOTEBOOK FACE
NO ONE COMES
TO THIS OLD PLACE

BROKEN PENCILS
DRIED UP PEN
WON'T YOU EVER
WRITE AGAIN

PAPER CLIPS
AND RUBBER BANDS
NOTHING TOUCHED
BY ARTIST'S HANDS

ROOM THAT CRIES
IN PAPER BITS
STUBBORN DRAWER
THAT NEVER FITS

FILES OF NOTHING
BUT THE PAST
THINGS ONCE NEW
THAT DIDN'T LAST

TWO OLD WINDOWS
THEY JUST STARE
AT EACH OTHER
NO ONE'S THERE

THEY KEEP WATCH
FOR THAT OLD FACE
BUT NO ONE COMES
TO THIS OLD PLACE

Robert Parker Jameson Mar 28, 2009

BEAUTY LIKE NO OTHER



SUBTLE RAIN
UPON MY FACE
MY HEART
IS TIRED OF CARING
WHERE IS ALL
THE PRECIOUS GRACE
OF WE
WHO ARE DESPAIRING

YELLOW SQUASH
I HOLD IN HAND
MY PLAN
A PAN WITH BUTTER
COOKING SLOWLY
HERE I STAND
WITH NO WORDS
LEFT TO UTTER

PINEY GREENS
AND CHILE BEANS
MELTED CHEESE
AND BACON
WISHED I KNEW
WHAT THIS ALL MEANS
THE BEST
HAVE ALL BEEN TAKEN

KITCHEN SMELLS
LIKE DINNER'S READY
MEALS
I EAT ALONE
GONE ARE GIRLS
WHO ONCE WERE STEADY
LADIES
I HAVE KNOWN

RAIN IS TAPPING
ON THE GLASS
ASKING ME
TO LISTEN
NATURE'S SIMPLE
HOLY MASS
EACH CRYSTAL DROP
DOTH GLISTEN

LOVERS LONG GONE
FROM MY ARMS
NO ONE
TO HAVE OR HOLD
MISSING ALL
THEIR PLEASANT CHARMS
I SIT HERE
GROWING OLD

IF BY CHANCE
I GET THE CHANCE
TO KISS
AND TOUCH ANOTHER
I WILL LET
MYSELF ROMANCE
THAT BEAUTY
LIKE NO OTHER

Bobby Jameson Apr 6, 2009

DREAM UNTIL CREATED



LOOKING BETWEEN
THE PIECES OF MYSELF
THE STEEL BEAMS
OF SELF DECEPTION
AND REFLECTION
CRAWLING IN AND OUT
OF THE LINES
OF BEGINNING AND END
SPLIT BETWEEN
LIGHT AND DARK


SAFETY DOES NOT EXIST
BUT IN THE MIND
LIKE A PROMISE
EVER KEPT
UNTIL BROKEN
THE ALPHA AND OMEGA
OF TRUST
SINGED BY REALITY
KILLED BY TREACHERY
AND REBORN
LIKE THE PHOENIX

LIVING IN THE STONE ITSELF
A VIEW OUT
BEING THE THING
YOU DREAM
UNTIL CREATED
CAST LIKE A GOLDEN STATUE
ON THE FACE
OF GOD
SEEING
THE THING THOUGHT
AS COMPLETE


Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009

NOSE HAIR



LIME GREEN SKY
WITH TURQUOISE STARS
LOOKING DOWN
ON A PURPLE LANDSCAPE
OF MONKEY BUTT TREES
I IN MY LACK OF CORRESPONDING ABSURDITY
CRAWL INTO A SLEEPING PLACE
FOR A WINK AND A NOD
WHAT TREACHERY LAY AHEAD
WHAT SLEEPING WILLOW WACK
WILL I MEET ON LAZY STREET
THESE ARE THE PONDERINGS
OF AN OAF BEATLE
THIS IS THE WICKED WIZARD'S
BABBLING BEASTOCTOMY
I IN NO WAY ADMIT TO ANYTHING
PERPETRATED BY HOOLIGANS AND PIMPTRESSES
BUT I WILL AGREE
TO WAX ALL FORM OF NOSE HAIR
BEFORE DINNER AND LUNCH

Bobby Jameson Apr 13, 2009

A PROPHET'S SIGHING



UPSIDE DOWN
AND DOUBLE JOINTED
HE WHO CLAIMS
THAT HE'S ANOINTED
COULD IT BE
A PROPHET'S SIGHING
WHEN ARE WORDS
TURNED INTO LYING

SEE THE WATCHER
AT THE GATE
OF CROOKED LINES
THAT ARE NOT STRAIGHT
WHISPER TO THE
MOON AND STARS
COME AND TOUCH
HIS HOLY SCARS

BREATHE THE BREATH
AND SEE THE EYES
NOW BE DONE
WITH COMPROMISE
BRING YOUR SWOARD
TO SACRED BATTLE
VICTORY OVER DEATH
DOTH RATTLE...


Bobby Jameson Apr 18, 2009

THINGS I SEE



BLACK CHERRY TREES
SET AGAINST A COTTON FENCE
CHILDREN WEARING CANDY
LAUGHING AT THE WIND

GOLDEN BIRDS FLYING
IN SILVER SKIES
SINGING NOTES OUT
OF THEIR WINGS

GREEN GRASS OF EMERALD
RISING LIKE MATCHSTICKS
IN THE MOLASSES MORNING
OF WAKENING DREAMS

I HAVE NOT MISSED THE BEAUTY
IT LIVES IN MY HEART
LIKE A CHILD IN IT'S MOTHER'S ARMS
THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE

TOSSED SALAD ON A REDWOOD WORLD
MUSHROOMS IN A FRYING PAN
HOT BREAD ON A CHILLY DAY
LEAVES ON A STILL POND

LIKE TINY SHIPS FROM HEAVEN
COME TO THE PROMISED LAND
COME TO THE HEARTS OF PARADISE
WHERE GOODNESS LIVES

THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE
AND FEEL
AND LOVE
AND NEED

Bobby Jameson Mar 24, 2009

A GIANT PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES



DEATH AFTER LIFE
THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT
THE BIG SLEEP
WHICH IS NOT REALLY A SLEEP AT ALL

IT'S WHERE THEY AWARD YOU
ALL YOUR MERIT BADGES
FOR GOING THROUGH
ALL THIS TWICE

HELL I DIDN'T LIKE
GOING THROUGH IT ONCE
I DIDN'T WIN ANY BADGES EITHER
BADGES I DON'T NEED NO STINKING BADGES

THE ONLY THING ANY GOOD
ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING CALLED LIFE
WAS BEANY AND CECIL
AND CAPTAIN HUFF-N-PUFF

LIFE AFTER DEATH
DEATH AFTER LIFE
I JUST KEEP THINKING ABOUT
A GIANT PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES

BIG ENOUGH TO LIE DOWN ON
AS I CRUISE THE BLVD.
AND CHECK OUT THE DAMES
AND ALL THOSE MANHOLE COVERS

Bobby Jameson Apr 9, 2009

FUMBLING BUMBLING DAY



MINGLING JINGLING
SINGLING SONG
I'M JUST WINGIN' IT
WALKIN' ALONG
I'M TOO PLEASED
FOR MUCH TO GO WRONG
WITH MY MINGLING JINGLING SONG

FUMBLING BUMBLING
STUMBLING DAY
I CAN'T SEEM
TO GET OUTTA MY WAY
BETTER I STAY
OUT HERE AND PLAY
WITH MY FUMBLING BUMBLING DAY


Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009