barmy

living in barmy bottom was never shine
egg crisped over and shat in place
cooler opened in shat blue
moon explanation for that
peas were droll rolled over
waiting for revolution to pee
tiding over floor with ravenous
sweaters tighter than a bees bum
skirted forward back a bosom
forward lacked back asleeve
mincing not minding at ease
the loyalty of it all
checking crackers the suet was gone
ladder happy tween the rafters
silver jumps golden bronze
bow took out in slivers
sweet nothing of laughter
sleeps intent of moonshine
cheese rolled in bacon cream
waffles shiver wake up crying
too toned for laughter
no difference tween apples and cheese
it's where you barm
not what you do it's what you think

denis streeter    5/29/20

if you look at it

the afternoons are rather dry
sparkled with sprinklers and coconuts
when the evenings peter out
a dust mop appears
out of nowhere the sky cries
opens its doors and lets the cakes out
it's frozen liver inside.  big surprise.
the walls all clean and tasty
radiators shine the coffees brewing
steps out the evening pines
looking for its long lost goat
shivering beneath the ivy
sheep in tow drinking up grass
pies left soup behind
radiating mirrors delighted plums
asking apricots to dinner
apples and pears decline
it wasn't their problem the dishes were late
a tiny affair with the tooth fairy
the pillow unfluffy, dandruff decline
wigs in a basket, mark each collar
labrador mask and persian pup
raining cats and dogs
under the counter tops remain
one glass bucket and a couple pins
who could reign them in
it wasn't by design.  it was by luck
the chairman laughed and went away
teetering with chatter
there were no false teeth.  just a ladder
slipping in place having another
beer for the wringer a gin
no pockets on display.  those were for dreaming
laps laughed and went away.  another place on the sill
like apples to oranges, fingers to kangaroos
it was much finer
gold is fine, but teeth are finer
beds like melted glue and it was over
the fireplace disappeared, shoe in place
wig in the mirror teetering with chatter

denis streeter  5/13/20

working through the spaces

I've got more time than I used to
There are regular things I do
like half hour morning exercises and daily hour walks
The rest of the time I just try to be busy
but not very hard
I feel guilty about not doing enough
and wasting my time like watching tv
I do the occasional online job seminar
but it seems rather pointless
I don't really want any job
I'd rather go back to what I was doing
I know.  Me and everyone else.
It's great seeing clear skies and few cars and people being innovative with their time
but I just don't seem to be doing much
The only jobs available for someone like me is not online
It's grocery stores or delivering food or working in something like an Amazon warehouse
I detest Amazon
That leaves me with spaces
Empty spaces
I'm trying to figure out how to fill these spaces.

denis streeter   4/25/20

barking with the cockamamies

the stars were screeching corners
spilling wine sideways grieving
touchdown run of baloney
bunnies in hot cross buns
while pigeons were spinning
dogs were barks and cats were slung
under door mats with the cockamamies
littered liquored and ready to go
counter intuitives pine
howling hiccups in labragraphs
behooving litter long lost
lovers hidden past participles
lying in wail of squalor
inside alphabet washing
hoses noses toses
crying beneath covers
hot cross buns meet
wring cabbage to sea in a sieve
the wherefores don't ask the whys
singing in participles
barking with the cockamamies

denis streeter   4/24/20

the new normal

out on the range waking up miners
it was minor detail
but something i enjoyed
blasting reveille through closed tent openings
hearing the rolling over and cursing was heart warming
those days back at boy scout camp
farragut state park idaho
that was one of my favorite things
nice having that sort of power
i didn't have any power
didn't know my capabilities
but i did discover i was inquisitive
wanted to know about people
read and listened a lot
didn't experience a lot
but i compared what i heard and read to reality
guess we all do that
for me it felt more like a calling
maybe that's why i fit into a college bookstore environment
unemployed fills me with anxiety
but it's good to stay in contact with my 2 former supervisors
good to stay in touch with my clogging friends
staying caught up with all my friends
who in the past had no time
now they have time
how are they doing in this plague
these are not minor issues
wake up
mine our depth
blast your revelle
into this new wilderness
supporting each other
is the new normal

denis streeter    4/14/20

I woke up this morning

All composed a wedding at Cana
Waiting for the fish to come in
Happy and no fool among them
Cheer and the Holy Ghost
Something had risen.  There were lessons for that
but the people thought it was Western dogma
nonetheless they bowed and prayed
they know not what they do
it was a calling
sticks wavered blew in and crossed themselves
where had their gods blown
gods of money temptation and fate
death and glory to their ancestors
misleading ways to die

the tree stood solemn waiting for bed
wanting to dance
there was something underneath it
2020 years ago a lightning took place
splitting
stone moved mid day light to dark to light
He stood among us reminding us he died for our sins
but also reminding us he had great love for each of us
His life was light and was celebration
The dark had shifted
those who lived in darkness were taught this life
through acts of compassion
those with no one no longer walked with no one
his disciples taught a breath of love
tree a reminder
there is no need to walk in fear
only love

denis streeter    4/12/20

before

dark
light
year cycles
holy lights
fire springs
strength, weakness
depression, doubt
fades to glory
resurrection reads faces
wonders where we will turn
life lit wonders
ponder
before the resurrection

denis streeter   4/11/20

written after viewing moving good friday service