Voices of Variegation Pt3

Trackless Tracts Revisited

No train of thought on the track
Of chain reaction

To the café
Called abstraction

Where age is
A broken record skipping

Just for the hell of it

As jazzmen sometimes scream
Buoyant riffs that tiptoe

Through tulips atop the roof gardens
Like birds at play

Until the future is

A retrospection
On apocalypse

In antiquity’s
Private collection.

No train of thought
Or inherited

Just rumbled rambles

Of revelation
Riding an escalating

Squall shaping
Into a streaming storm
Of consciousness coming

& going like zephyrs
Zooming in a zealous flurry

At the zero hour
Of Earth waking
To the flight of a newborn

Chasing the clouds away.

No train of thought
Or sanctimonious

Merely moments

On the montage
Of mynd, remembering

The corridors

To everywhere from the edge
Of nowhere. No train

Of thought, just ordinary
Moods, & hearts

With standing room

Only, between moments
Of night & day

Sundry as the soular
Paths ahead of me.


Endangered Species

For once in this life, we need
To be the ones who flew the coop
Away from the cuckoo’s nest

Of working our lives away with nothing to show
For them, if ever we can rein passion from pain

With words as our high art but action as our heart
To curtail the cowardly critics sent to be our bane
Posing to be p.c. when truly they suffer from o.c.d.

Endangering our freedom of expression
Throwing forks in the road
Of our way as though they can suppress

The transmissions of a revolution happening as we speak
Or diffuse the bomb of propaganda that their loyal
Lackeys of oligarchical bureaucracy have already leaked.


Higher Learning

Means, then—
Let us be
No matter
How lost
The cause

Purging our minds of indoctrination

Matter how
Much shouting, marching
& rioting we carry on

Be in
Vain, merely
Impotent gestures

Unless we end our miseducation.


Excerpts. 11

“The only thing we learn from history is that we learn nothing from history.”
–Friedrich Hegel

“When the litters are overturned by the whirlwind
and faces are covered by cloaks,
the new republic will be troubled by its people.
At this time the reds and the whites will rule wrongly.

Alas, how we will see a great nation sorely troubled
and the holy law in utter ruin.
Christianity governed throughout by other laws,
when a new source of gold and silver is discovered.

The false trumpet concealing madness
will cause Byzantium to change its laws.
From Egypt there will go forth a man who wants
the edict withdrawn, changing money and standards.

The trumpet shakes with great discord.
An agreement broken: lifting the face to heaven:
the bloody mouth will swim with blood;
the face anointed with milk and honey lies on the ground.”
–Nostradamus, 16th Century

“All poets, all writers are political. They either maintain the status quo, or they say, ’Something’s wrong, let’s change it for the better.’”
—Sonia Sanchez

“Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.”
—T.S. Eliot

“I’m a great believer in poetry out of the classroom, in public places, on subways, trains, on cocktail napkins. I’d rather have my poems on the subway than around the seminar table at an MFA program.”
—Billy Collins

“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
—Emily Dickinson

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
—Rita Dove

“Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.”
—Yevgeny Yevtushenko

“Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.”
—Alice Walker

“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”
—W.H. Auden

“Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You’ve got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you’ve got to burn away all the peripherals.”
—Sylvia Plath

“When I began to listen to poetry, it’s when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to other. And I think, most importantly for all of us, then you begin to learn to listen to the soul, the soul of yourself in here, which is also the soul of everyone else.”
—Joy Harjo

“There’s a reason poets often say, ‘Poetry saved my life,’ for often the blank page is the only one listening to the soul’s suffering, the only one registering the story completely, the only one receiving all softly and without condemnation.”
—Clarissa Pinkola Estes
“You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what’s in your heart.”
—Carol Ann Duffy

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
—Emily Dickinson

Compiled by  the Poet Tree of Discoursing Drums in collaboration with the By Any Dreams Necessary Collective.