conceit

tired monks
real novices

lovers blood mixed
inside a flea

thugs thumpers...
real pain
from being stretched
by empty masked wrestlers

reality shall come to pass
but, remember
even the most conceited conceits
will accept a Christmas card


d'verse...check it out



Afterword:

I first learned about the concept of conceit while studying John Donne The Flea ...allusion.  It is by far my most commonly used device...wink.

gratitude

steady walk to work
sacred headphone moment
of rock rap redemption
each bass pulsing step
a study of gratitude



thanks to the Human Paradox

first snow

i)

first glimpse of first snow
lightens the pre-dawn
glowing Christmas light blue

ii)

low rumbling snow truck bangs
spark throwing scraping
steady back up beeping
turnaround tires spinning
enough to wake the tiredest monk

the Tired Monk: the Early Shift

those old night shift times fade
of the nocturnal tired monk
going home on empty streets

these days it is the early shift
dazed coffee brewing
forest walks under navy blue skies

slow kitchen rumbles
grateful for growing stovetop warmth
upstairs the brothers wake

the Tired Monk

knotted wrestler muscles
role under robes
ready to shoot
or knuckle punch

calloused fingers tap keys
squared off n'hard
from steel strings

tonsured head bows
cold and tight
in November's winds

ii)

there are skates to tie
Glenlivet to sip
dogs to walk
novices to teach
poems to write
songs to sing

all the blessed duties of the Tired Monk

the Tired Monk on Winter

the cold is coming
trees are bare black
the last leaves fly
soon snow will rip
under the temple door

dark days and dark moods...

or

the Tired Monk
joins the novices
with his freshly taped stick
robes, toque, old CCM gloves
set for a pond hockey night

small town science

i)

science simmers
reflected glow
     red chemistry
     on the cheeks
of campfire girls and boys

ii)

gunshot physics
slick sure shot
    call it dead-eye - dead-aim

translates to

grilling bacon
partridge breasts


iii)

some days science is legend
that old Cooper hockey bag
clinking with 24 Blue
lowered into the deep river cold
later raised beside bonfire heat




Thanks to the Human Paradox for "the legend".

the Tired Monk and the Leaves

leaves left piled
edges frozen
blow
  scatter

the tired monk pulls
his ancient zen rake
 - from those old lost days

sweeps pulls and barrows
stack after stack
down the deep trail

waiting it out

waiting it out ain't easy
heavy days scratched
cell block deep
rolled shoulders hunkered
in chainmail robes




the Tired Monk

I think I need an attitude adjustment.

All Saints Day

remember all the saints today
bless 'em all
those scattered souls

November Maxims from the Tired Monk

November 1.0 - Like the truckers say: scan don't stare.

November 1.1 - While commuting play great music and envision the music video as you drive.