your soul’s refraction
of seamless
satisfaction
I know
how
to locate
your soul’s refraction
of seamless
satisfaction
Pete's Poetry
No Sadness Cafe
I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
My mouth, once long, enlivens
With swift speech setting
A sun dried arch of life,
Spitting out pop culture,
Movie quotes of youth.
When I drink espresso
I cannot contain myself.
I speak to strangers
Of adventures
And far away places.
I tell them my dreams
And they join me. . .
To share sweet dreams
and sip espresso.
Being me
What's that you say?
"Courage today?"
I'll stick to my insolent self-assuredness,
infuriating, unfriendly and full of fight
and thumb my nose at those who would
take me for less than my worth could bear.
Quarrelsome & confrontational, contrary you shout,
Disobedient, defiant, even demanding, I’ll tout my tack:
Exigent and aggressive, argumentative, yet true.
What's that you say?
"Courage today?"
I’ll be belligerently me… and you be you!
Moments
Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung - musky in the air. Full and soft. Only a bit like the fine arts building just to the west - as dusk slowly descended, and that one student full of passion and sorrow practiced playing his heart’s jazz in a sax of sound echoing from the acoustics of the jutting sharp-edged building that seemed to emerge in response to such unknown systems of hidden machinery timed to rise in response, instant and invisible, just to hit that note’s point of perfection. I remember something of loneliness, some lingering bittersweet flavor – but the tender loveliness and passionate anguish of those moments magnificence will resonate forever in my memory.
Yosu
What dwell amid the rows of cement collars,
astride the mounted hills stepped with sustaining grass
and winding from the Seoul of late descent
came by morning of early trained mass?
Then met by Ahn the mentor and more, the idiot
when drovely driven to yellow the monkey’s crevass
did tremble to the sea by road and harried trail
and plunge into the tunnel’s deep hues of rumbling rail?
There is much to sea in a day’s busy tale.