In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Poetry: Robert Lashley

"Boards occupy a space between the mind and
the construction of the temporal. Cadences." R.Lashley


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Lace covered lamp shade winks
As you walk toward the mic
Ceiling fan squeaks approval of your presence
Coffee shop poets snap anticipation
As your hand finds your poem
In a notebook of poems



Noble Prince of Poetry
Royal Performer of Words
National Manager of Thoughts
Country Jester of Meters
Fair Dancer of Rhythms



My Robert, dear Robert,
Your words are like a UFO
Sky chariot swooping down
To take Elijah home to the heavens
You pick us up and take our minds
To another place
To a new place
To a place, we did not know exist,
Nor did we ever want to go there, until now



Robert Lashley:
Please walk that cocky walk to the mic
Please look over your book at us
Wondering if our minds are ready for
The mind-whooping we are about to receive
Please take more than three minutes
And please, please, share one - more - poem


Royal Robert, Prince of Poetry
You are a rock in the river
Dividing it left and right
Changing the way it flows
On its way to a very big ocean


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 *you can hear Robert Lashley most Monday nights at Poetry Night, 7:30
at the Black Drop Coffeehouse, 300 West Champion Street


Friday, August 16, 2013

Poetry: Evening Walk


EVENING WALK

In an evening walk
I’ll calculate my next move
Coordinate my conversations
Consider the risks
Conceive inspiration

An evening walk will
Tidy my head
Warm my heart
Make my nose run

Red scarf flies like a flag
Of freedom and life
Wrapped around me
Coiled across my mouth
That’s speaking only fog

Under the street lights
I travel across time
The sidewalk is my path
Street signs guide me

The alleyway home
Lights the runway
Motion detection working
At every gate
In MOTION I am

Night walking

*a favorite poem from 2012

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Saturday, August 3, 2013

Poetry: Landmark


stone marker stabbed into earth 
nail cross hammered north to south draws
the boundary once cared for by neighbor's
need to see where ones property ends another begins
adopted by the city as reference for roads
how many like these are in my mind, metal pierced 
monuments to touch, places to visit before
I go to dream crossing lines
drawn in sand



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*Photo: English country side from http://fingerpostsigns.webs.com/