he wanted

HE WANTED

he wanted to
give her
something special

not just any
ordinary gift

so he built her
a house on a hill
facing east
& shaded
by a variety
of trees

just down the
sloping hill
he planted her
an orchard

he began in the center
& planted a cherry tree

not just any cherry tree
but one from his
childhood memories

a tree that bore
yellow cherries
for many years
even though
its trunk had been
split in half
by lightning

so he asked the spirits
he believed in
to split this tree
he had just planted
by lightning
just as the tree
from his memories
had been

& the spirits
blessed this tree
as he had asked
them to do

then he planted
red cherry trees
apple & orange trees
peach trees
then circled the orchard
with pear trees

her favorite fruit

below the house
& orchard
he filled a
green meadow
with wildflowers

he broke off a large
chunk of his heart
& sprinkled it
throughout
this meadow
of green grass &
wildflowers

knowing the spring rains
would make his love
for only her
blossom & grow

but she was displeased
with his efforts
with unfounded
jealousy
& burned it all down
with a fury
beyond belief

& when the smoke
had drifted away
with the winds

his love for her
died because the
spring rains came
too late.

F.N. Wright

a staccato burst from an automatic weapon... (MY MIND).

funny, today I'm an old man
and I'm looking back,
at the things I left behind
and wondering how I survived
when so many others did not.

sometimes when I go inside,
when I reach deep inside my
...my soul? is that my soul?
or just memories?

anyway,sometimes I find things
I didn't know where there,
a collage of faces, places,and promises
from my past.

I'm amazed at the flow,
once the reminiscence is turned on.
the spirit of "The Venice West" LIVES!

or as Bill Margolis said;
"...you TOUCHED me,...& thanx"...

Vinci...Vince Beck,
Mullumbimby,Aus.

the beat

this paper and pen
laying on my bed
looking through
drift glass and grey moss
into the forest
the birds say good morning
as I blow this poem
with the rythmn of the universe
and sip my cup of me
thinking of the poets
over morning coffee
black ink blots
on the tables
"Venice West"
the launching pad
for a million songs
on the beach
the heart pounding drums
give birth
to the Beat
a new generation
of hope
for our future

shanna

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dealing
death n doom
the drum rolls
thundering
over the burm
the devil dances
as he steals
another soul

shanna

CREATION

sending smoke
sharing my spot
wishing well
to the world

transform
the ways of "Ku"*
the warrior
to "Lono"
the planter of seeds

the timber
of the land
sounds of children
creation

listen to a tree
it gurgles
a vine giggles
and the fruit sings

shanna

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