Empire Crumble Cake: a recipe

Empire Crumble Cake: a recipe

Pissed that you missed / my explicit wishes to / cease chasing opinions / and conserve energy

Energy for the war, I mean, / referenced by you, / in this time of coup

I need quiet time to  / gird my loins, / sharpen pencils, et  / cetera, et / cetera

my old family recipe for pandemic

One might think / I need to press my talents  / to the bloody front / or my pen is not worth 

the paper it scribbles on. / that some how art / requires utility / weaponized

Yet / here you are / with your fully loaded / mouth, sniping rapid fire / opinions at my generals

and direction / friendly fire perhaps / damaging still / opinions

Had I assembled all the facts / right, left, and center, and / lined them up like soldiers, 

there still exist the / unruly band of dissidents / waving flags of dissonance 

cognitive and otherwise. Indisputable facts, my ass.

It has been said that / one needs to choose  / a side. Right or wrong.  / Pro or con. Black or white. 

And I may say the choice  / is between war and / peace. And I’m choosing  / peace. And quiet.

Herewith I remind / that I mentioned, early on, / that I am near deathly / sick of my very own opinion

/ even / as well. The drums, the gunfire / the bloody screaming / friendly fire perhaps / damaging still

And you, you, are making far  / too much noise and  / your location has been  / compromised.

I recalibrate 

the cannon.

I’m ordering a detachment of my detachment  / a seal team of troops /  to bivouac  / deep in the thicket of  / 

your curious imagination

Listen for my camp tune; a reveille, 

a revelry of reverie. 

Whisper with me.

Quietly.

Time to cut the horses loose / and ride higher / launching biochemical offensives / of oxytocin, serotonin, dopamine / 

so that it reeks of love / joy / and wonder so thick / and heavy that / even moving / moves carefully

We will dance together on Smoke Signal Rock and watch the facade of empire crumble.

There will be cake.

…

© 2021 David L White

Saturday morning poem 

1/16/21

Thinking Partner

Personally, I think you already know. 

You would do better with more opportunity to hear yourself say it. Out loud. More than once.

Listening. Talking. Encouraging. Clarifying. I do these things.

I might like to do them with you.

I think you’ll feel better. You know, empowered.

...

You may need a life coach, mentor, therapist, tarot reader.
No reason not to seek perspectives on your definition of self.

You also need to hear yourself speak truth.

We can talk. Call. Leave a message. 

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Piffle Poem

A favorite quotation

 from ACIM, A Course in Miracles.

Infinite patience produces immediate results.

Scrapbook - Poem for You

 Scrapbook

And here in the 

scrapbook of my love, 

letters, and treasured 

memories, I hold dear

a snapshot of you, 

leaning in, listening,

paying attention to me. 

The look on our faces. 

Yours then.

Mine now.

Precious.

…

David L White

Poem for Amelia

October 4, 2020 

5:25 AM

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Magic Words

 Magic Words

The gift that keeps on giving; 

a poem that may or may not 

be done. Add a word? 

Maybe.

Magic.

…

David L White

Poem

October 01, 2020

Mood moving

re: Friday, September 11, 2020 

I'm darting around behind
commemorations hoping to
not be seen.

My trumpet is in the shop
getting waxed and buffed.
I'm not feeling the tune.

A beautiful gray day.
A poem by P.J. Rockwell scrolls by.
I cried. I'll show you where.

What if nothing else ?

This. Only. No more.

A song by Willie pops up in my face.
Something about the ease of older age.
Nothing matters.

Except I cried.
Again.

Had enough.

Blessed.

..................

David L White
Poem parts
Friday, September 11, 2020 

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Posted with permission.

P.J. Rockwell

September 13, 2018  · 

THE LOST KISS

i approach your face with mine
at that oblique angle indicating
parting friends that kiss the air
next to a cheek turned just so,

doing this with all the passion
of a city clerk filling out a land
deed or transferring some title
that specifically outlines every

boundary between properties.
this seems fair. like the shared
air we breathe in the moments
as brief as comfort allows, but

shallow too just as our mutual
expectations in love assuring
us how safe such conditional
affections can be. yet oh how

i miss the lost kiss, passions
unrestrained as a child's joy
at anything new. or perhaps
this is what we are seeking,

to replace past puberty and
its demands. the unabashed
return to the thrill of playing,
the flutter in the stomach as

the swing hits the peak and
we hope to stay forever like
my lips do now not wanting
to leave your face or its air.

9/13/18
pj rockwell
262/365

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It Gets Easier

by Willie Nelson

WATCH

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTiFS9g-v_o

LYRICS

https://mojim.com/usy106711x42x10.htm

It gets easier, as we get older

It gets easier to say "not today"

It gets easier, as we get older

To say "go away, not today"

I don't have to do

One damn thing

That I don't want to do

Except for missing you

And that won't go away

It gets easier to say "some other time"

It gets easier to tell the world to wait

It gets easier to watch the world fly by

And tell it, "I will catch up, but not today"

I don't have to do

One damn thing

That I don't want to do

Except for missing you

And that won't go away

Except for missing you

And that won't go away

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Buddy Cannon / Willie Nelson

It Gets Easier lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

Needs better doodle stock.

Yes I needs better doodle stock.