Standing Beside Me

~

I creak into

the

dilapidated

pilot house

~

Of my haunted tug boat

as it

leaps forth

for a joust

~

With a wall

of

ancient

rock

~

I

sit

down

and gawk

~

My hand

 clutch-

ing

the wheel

~

When

on

my shoulder bone

I feel

~

A touch

gentle

gentle

and warm

~

In the midst of

the

pitter patter

of the rain of this storm

~

I turn

my

head

and see

~

 Stand-

ing

beside

me

~

In flesh

and

blood

Holy Mary!

~

Cloud Shadow 51

~

Oh my God, please

grant

me

thee

~

 Ser-

 in-

 i-

ty

~

To

 grate-

 ful-

ly

~

Be

e

e

eee

~

A Love Slave

to

Holy

Maryyyyyyy!

~

Cloud Shadow 52

~

She

says

to

 me

~

“Head

of

 Bone,

let it be

~

“Let thee old boat

go

where

it’s got to go

~

“And it’ll take ye there

where

the Light of God

 doth really glow”

~

Sooooooo

I

bow

my head

~

And contemplate

what

Our Lady

has just said

~

As

my

tug

boat speeds

~

Beyond all

be-

lievable

creeds

~

Right

at

the

rock

~

I brace myself for

a

rapidly

     approaching shock…

~

Cloud Shadow 53

~

But

 be-

fore

we hit

~

Mary

says

with

shy sly grit:

~

“As for my virginity

when Jesus was born

if ye

   do not believe it ~ “

~

She folds her hands

in prayer

and I’ll be damned if

   the rock don’t split…

~

Cloud Shadow 54

~

Oh Heavenly Father

beyond all

I

knowwwwwww

~

Oh Endless Mystery

beyond rain

and sun

light glowwwwwww

~

Oh

h

h

hhhh

~

Father of Love

above

and

belowwwwwww

~

This world’s gonna

kill me

 sooner or late-

er I knowwwwwww

~

After that

it is Your secret

where

   I shall gooooooo…

~

Cloud Shadow 55

~

“Here we are, oh

Earth

Mother

Mary

~

“Floatin’ thru a crack

in the rock that

has widened

quite contrary

~

“To the

facts

of

Life

~

“Your pure beauty

cuts

like

a knife

~

“Not just thru

this rock but

thru

my heart too

~

“And thru

everything

else

I deemed was true

~

“So tell me please

what

can

I dooooooo

~

“To

o-

blige

  Youuuuuuu?”

~

Cloud Shadow 56

~

“Well,

Head

of

Bone

~

“So

 all

  a-

 lone

~

“In

these

grim

Bad Lands

~

“Of

 cacti

 rocks

  and slithering sands

~

“Why don’t ye

show

some

grit

~

“Cut

out

the

s__t

~

“Sharp-

en

your

sword

~

“And

 serve

 Our

   Lord?”

~

And poof!

Holy

Mary

is gone

~

In Deep Desert

night

in Deep Desert

   dawn…

~

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 1995 2010

~

~

from

TREK 5

of

DEEP DESERT BLUES

by Rawclyde

!

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~

Most Supernatural

~

Cloud Shadow 26

~

Fine-oh-ly

I up n’ see

 a little bitty cloud a-

bove a distant canyon rim

~

In another canyon cracked

n’ splintered

with silence and

tiiiiiiime a-brim

~

The little bitty cloud

is

an answer

to my prayers

~

Ages and

ages

of

skeleton prayers…

~

Cloud Shadow 28

~

The little bitty cloud

above

‘de distant

 canyon rim

~

The witto bitty cloud

above

these Bad Lands

   so stark n’ grim

~

The little bitty

oh sooooooo pretty

cloud at

the bottom of the sky

~

This little bitty pretty

thing casts

a colorful butterfly

into muh eye

~

I mean where

my eye

used

to be

~

This brazen butterfly

a

flutter

naturally

~

 En-

ters

my

skull

~

Eats away the cob-

webs

that have

made me so dull

~

And flies out my

other eye

or

where it used to be

~

And disappears into

Deep Desert

sky

   aflutter naturally…

~

Cloud Shadow 36

~

But Alas!  the little bitty

divinely pretty

wisp o’

mist out yonder

~

Does

not

 wan-

der

~

Like

other clouds

would

do

~

Across

Deep Desert’s

crown

of High Noon blue

~

This wisp o’ mist

don’t

go

anywhere

~

It just

stays

right

there

~

Getting pret-

tier and prettier

as

I stare

~

In fact, now its be-

yond pretty

with some-

thing more to share

~

Some-

thing

more than just

   mist and air

~

Some-

thing

more that inspires

   a thank you prayer…

~

Cloud Shadow 37

~

It’s so beyond

pretty

it

seems to burst

~

With more

much more

than

a cure for thirst

~

In fact, it’s spewing

butterflies all

over

the sky

~

Butterflies beaut-

iful

humble

and shy

~

Flutter-

ing low

and

fluttering high

~

All over

‘dis

Deep

   Desert sky…

~

Cloud Shadow 38

~

Little Cloud

a-rumble

n’

a-tumble

~

So clean

n’ pristine

n’ yet

 so humble

~

With

a

purple

heart

~

That bit by bit

flies

 a-

part

~

Twirls and

whirls

in

a whirlwind

~

Out yonder

before

 my meaning-

less grin

~

Little Cloud

has

begun

to grow

~

Halo-ed in a

bright

white

glow

~

Twirls

n’

whirls

taller n’ taller

~

As the timeless silence

all around

doth

holler

~

With

a

voice

of its own

~

That

has

 al-

so grown

~

A singing

in

the

breeze

~

That knocks me

to

my

knees

~

Upon the crispy

deck

of

my toasted ship

~

As my sight

doth

timidly

sip

~

At this vision

 be-

fore

me

~

Of Little Cloud

towering

graceful

yet stormy

~

Miles

n’

miles

hiiiiiiigh

~

Up

 in-

to ‘dee

Deep Desert Skyyyyyyy!

~

Cloud Shadow 39

~

And

at

the

foot of this

~

Swirling

tower

 o’

mist

~

Fluffy white clouds

across

the

 horizon spill

~

To the east

to the west

over my head

with a chill

~

‘Cuz they turn in-

to bright

pure white

galloping buffaloes

~

And Thee Eyes of

each and every one of

’em

 glows

~

Like

little

red

 suns

~

Shooting bullets

of fire

as if they are

really gattling guns

~

And their hooves

sharp as razors

these

glow too

~

But

they’re

silver

n’ blue

~

And if you’re not

careful

they

might cut youuuuuuu

~

Like something

that is

that is

real n’ truuuuuuue

~

Across

Deep

Desert

blue

~

 Buf-

faloes

of

Virtue!

~

Cloud Shadow 44

~

Now

thee

most

beautiful eyes

~

More resplendent than

the most resplendent truth

ever unveiled

 beneath pure blue skies

~

Appear in the cloud that

blooms and looms

ever more sharply

 defined above

~

These two eyes

of

course

 overflow with Love

~

They are

of

course

  gazing down at me

~

And

I

am

utterly

~

Enslaved

by

this

Love

~

In

these

Eyes

   up above…

~

Cloud Shadow 45

~

Little Cloud

more than a

cloud

 in the sky

~

Just about

7

miles

high

~

Little Cloud

gazing

down

on me

~

So

 ut-

 ter-

ly

~

Oh

ten-

der-

ly

~

Once a poor

village girl

You’re

 so utterly

~

Oh

so

 heaven-

ly

~

Oh

so

 a-

bove me

~

When You walked upon

this earth

 You would-

 n’t hurt a fly

~

Now

You

stand

 so high

~

Little Cloud more

pretty

than pretty

ever can beeeeeee

~

In a cloud spun

veil and robe

some-

what breezyyyyyyy

~

You

have

blessed

me

~

With

a

glimpse

of Thee

~

Nope, I don’t

a-

dore

Thee

~

But, yeap, I

do

love

Theeeeeee

~

Eeeeeee-

mac-

u-

lit Maryyyyyyy!

~

~

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 1995 2010

~

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of

DEEP DESERT BLUES

by Rawclyde

!

Adrift

~

Cloud Shadow 25

~

I’ve been lost in

these canyons

now

for a century or two

~

Just floating a-

round with

not

much to do

~

I’ve read all

my books

about one hundred

times each

~

My spelling has improved

but I’m

a numbskull now

when it comes to speech

~

My haunted old boat

has become

brittle

as over-cooked toast

~

About forty feet a-

bove the ground

it can

barely still coast

~

It has bumped into

the walls of

these canyons a-

bout ten million times

~

Once more and it will

become nothing but

scattered

butterfly rhymes

~

I have not grown wise

over the ages

just

plain numb

~

If you were to ask me

my name

I would

just sit and look dumb

~

These scrappy

desperado

canyons of nothing

but rocks and sand

~

Have turned me into

the desert-bleached

bones of a

silent time-weary man

~

A living

fossil

am

I

~

Adrift

be-

neath

Deep Desert sky…

~

Deep Desert Blues V

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by Rawclyde

!

 

Do You Take Cream?

Why

are we getting together

over coffee

?

Why,

I sigh,

why

are we doing this?

Why must

you & I

look each other

in the eye

?

What if

you

have a sty

?

What if

somebody

starts to cry

?

What if I get shy & you get sly

?

What if

Bob Dylan starts singing

in the nex’ booth

?

What if suddenly one of us loses a tooth?

~

Butler Madness

Let me serve you gladly

I’ll polish all your glasses

Let me serve you madly

I’ll kick out all the asses

I’ll make your heavenly-muffin bed

Or I’ll leave it nice & rumpled

Which ever way you like

Spic & span or crumpled

I’ll greet guests at the door

Stay out of everybody’s way

Ask them if they want more

Pull your drapes on a sunny day

If you want to be

More or less subtler

Let me please you

As your butler!

I’ll bake you a birthday cake

Take your auntie to the lake

Messy leaves outside I’ll neatly rake

Throw your neighbors a fine & fancy fake

Your life has been too sad

I want to make you glad

I’ll never make you mad

Unless you call me “dad”

All your urgent commands

All you want & all that’s needed

All your demeaning demands

Will more or less be heeded

I won’t grumble

I’ll be humble

& help you to your feet

If ever you should stumble

If you wanna be more or less subtler

Let me please you as your butler!

~

Cloyd Campfire

~

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campsites

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For France

In the wake of the massacre in Paris by Islamic State terrorists…

The night is down on Domremy,
Dark wings have circled every tree,
Shut out the stars and steeped the sky,
In anguish lifted like a cry.

~

GIVE JOAN A SWORD

by

Sister Mary Therese

of Lisieux

~

Shaking the young stars from her gown,
Pushing the moon back, Joan peers down,
On lands by terror twisted bare,
That shakes with battle everywhere.

A blight is on the world again;
A blight is on the souls of man;
And dark is death and dark is birth,
As sorrow runs along the earth.

~

This poem was written by Sister Mary Therese, in response to her brother’s death during the World War II naval battle at Corregidor.

~

How can she keep her soul in calm,
When towers of Reims and Notre Dame,
Send up their cry of muted bells,
That tear her breast with moans and knells?

How must her hands have ached to hold,
Her shining sword when pain patrolled,
The glory-ridden crimson shore,
Of Batan and Corregidor.

How must her lips have burned to cry,
A challenge to the southern sky,
For heroes who would never see,
The sunset stain the Coral Sea.

Young Joan is restless in the sky;
Young Joan is burning to defy,
The sign that sickens men with pride,
Back to the wars young Joan would ride!  

To rout out the bitter pagan horde,
O God of peace, give Joan a sword!
And in this moment, send her down,
To Domremy, to every town!

~

~

Almanac of Saint Joan Reincarnated 2012

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Lady Poverty

~

Lady Poverty

come

walkin’

down the lane

~

In her

second-hand dress

so humble

sooooooo plain

~

~

Her eyes cast

down

upon the

trodden ground

~

 Jus’

 walkin’

along

heaven bound

~

~

When I said

“hello”

n’ she

looked up at me

~

Her dark eyes

put

a tremble

in my knee

~

~

To such an

 un-

 fathom-

able degree

~

I kneeled

down

n’ asked her to

marry me

~

~

Since then other

women

have

come n’ gone

~

When I mow

the grass

I never

own the lawn

~

~

When I start to

get rich

I just

get kinda bored

~

Throw it all

away

n’ thank

the Holy Lord

~

~

For the

Love Peace n’ Free-

dom that

Lady Poverty

~

Keeps on

giv-

ing

to me-ee-ee-ee-eeeeeee…

~

!

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Anja Rubik

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Rawclyde

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