Parable of the Fisherman

for Sierra Golden

When the fisherman camped along the lake
an inner waterfall
spilled over him, how deep it runs
in blood and bone
the oneness of our kind
as if the heart posed the question
What then makes us different?
Not so much not even personality.
It’s extreme love and hate
the sea of emotions between the two
makes the individual unique
but the measure of humanity for him
moved more in one direction,
how much we care for others beings
no matter how they are–
It is written love your neighbor, strangers
love your enemies,
love and do as you please
but the man who inspired it later was a god–
The fisherman stopped thinking
took out the hook of doubt
sure as you or I he’d never fill that job
geared up his boat, brought home seven trout.

 

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If You Believe Everything You’re Told

Lightning can’t strike the same place twice, there’s a reason

for everything that happens

God’s got a plan

you were born with a spoon and a slap

Just like everyone else

You see some things 

others don’t

some never see at all,

Seriously ugly unreasonable shit reappearing

Bad bent pennies repeating

Unruh – Whitman – the Night Stalker – Son of Sam

Adam la la Lanza

Aileen Wuornos – Cho Seung hui -The Zodiac

John Allen Muhammad, oh yeah

we fear and fancy our killers

make ’em Hollywood thrillers

they make us feel so sad so alive but we can’t

let go our fucking AK-15s

Would be UnAmerican, they’re so much fun for the kids

especially the boys,

we put meat on the table with ’em

like the Donner Party did,

They save lives

like Charlie Manson’s  family carving knives.

 

 

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I live in the Eye of a Hurricane.

 

 

The Tree

Buddha before enlightenment starved bony looking in the moment for a way out
the joy and pain the universal law at the center in the chaos in and around him
 

knowing we all wait under a spreading tree

the return of turtles setting eggs in sand

salmon roiling upriver to spawn

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sea lions   fleeing the orca 

And human life – cirriped on the fin of a whale 

ephemeral song in the ocean of space-time 

 

Glint on a globe severed head on sand bright knife blood on a terrorist’s hand– we know not when but live for one instant, Enlightenment–  

Love pales in comparison under a bodhi tree.     

 

 

The-Tree-of-Life   

Everything I Own, a Dystopian Dream

My slut-desire for a bankroll of love, movie line wait for true romance
Hourglass heart running out of sand, twittered intention to end hunger,
My cell phone ringing mass murder, Buddha-delusion to heal the mind
Prophetic wisdom on a fool’s errand, tabloid wish to be some super hero
Dildo desire to fuck Mr. Trump, glittering cities on buffalo bones, soul
On the altar of power and beauty, Alt-Right nose up the low racist ass
Anarchist answers to old questions, disaster aid on misanthrope Visas

Our house of cards with the usury windows, big wheels claim to Jesus
Monitor heads blinking with cancer, a Starbucks cup full of dead poems
Sex Pistols fist on a Mozart cock, pornographic priest with his boy stars
Pig hooves on the backs of the poor, bump car pillows, insomniac beds
Kids in mind numbing debt– but is there hope for us? Toxic rainbows
With peak-oil pots, the Religious Right making ISIS tanks and bombs
Saintly ideals with demonic halos, yes, we are great, the new Babylon.

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The poem above first appeared on Poetry Super Highway: http://poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/2018/02/poetry-brittany-shea-rayn-roberts/

Publications notice & news from Rayn Roberts

Hello Poets & Poetry Lovers,

I thought I’d share something that makes most poets happy. Several of my poems were accepted for publication recently, “Clear Water” & “After the Pulse Murders 2016” will appear in Seattle’s Raven Chronicles Anthology, “Take a Stand: Art Against Hate” out this fall. The Seattle Star published two poems adding to several already there. The poem “Last Oracle Over the Sea” will appear in the CAPS /Calling All Poets Series Anthology out of New Paltz , New York & “Eagle Bowl” was accepted by the Seattle journal “Chrysanthemum” edited by Koon Woon.  Washington State Poet Laureate, Claudia Castro Luna took “The Bubble of Seattle” for her Poetry Grid. I’m honored to be included in her project.  It’s now @

http//:washingtonpoeticroutes.com 

I hope you get a chance to enjoy some of them and keep in touch as the year progresses. I invite you all to Green Lake Public Library for the monthly reading 4-5:30 pm the second Saturday of every month.  There’s always an open mic!       

 

Yours truly,

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Rayn Roberts

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