I love a haiku

It is an express poem

When you got to move

House of Many Voices

Welcome friends to the house of many voices

Come as you are bring whatever you have to share

Or not we also need people who enjoy and listen

Remember you don't need to get paid to be an artist

If you write anything then my friend you are a writer

Paint your feelings with emotional words you are a poet


Unless you write greeting cards no one pays  a poet

So we are forced to listen to cold practical voices

In your spare time you can be an aspiring writer

Contribute get a real job so you do your share

Don't be a leech no one likes to see a starving artist

Eat vitamins brush your teeth learn to listen



Well I have never been one to blindly listen

Except to the good book my instinct and the voices  of the poet

For the moment I'm making ends meat as a sandwich artist

The company sanctioned soundtrack drowns out artistic voices

I could crunch numbers to find the quotient mean of the market share

Or a suit a tie an office an actuarial table I'll be an insurance writer



Out my high rise window the ghost of Petty is a free falling sky writer

Hey spike use ten foot tall words to get the world to get woke and listen

I'm opening up more and more soon  I'll be the king of the over share

Lost in space and ground control is the only lifeline of the poet

I would have gone crazy without this way to release the voices

Once again I am the Prince formerly known as Artist



There are other times that I feel like a literary  con artist

I want to apologize to beloved long gone writers

With rhythm with rhyme and meter they skilfully gave their voices

 Push a button I have 10 rhymes a metaphor and a Playlist just listen

Click the mouse I have any quote from  any poet

Mindlessly I can poke post tweet like and share



I don't know how much more to share

With heart honesty and passion I can say I'm an artist

With words finely tuned  and chiseled  I am a poet

I've got a good plot I've got fingrertip resources I am a writer

Open heart open mind I've finally learned the art of listening

To be heard we must raise our voices



Let us gather in the circle  to share storyteller balladeer and writer

Sculpter painter performance artist the world will come to listen

Come actor dancer bard and poet welcome to the house of many voices

Autumn Leaves II

Autumn leaves 

A mess behind her

Twirling through life quite madly 

A grinning tornado in pigtails

Autumn leaves 

no pile alone kicking poor 

autumn leaves

Dancing like leaves with the autumn wind

Leaving a harvest of joy

I'm always sad when 

Autumn leaves 

(Dedicated to my niece Autumn Grace)

Autumn Leaves I

I walk for a living giving out parking tickets 

Dancing is not that appealing after work

So I let the the world dance for me

I love to watch and keep time with my mind

Autumn leaves swirl through through the air

Floating gently like snowflakes soon to come 

Tap dancing fairy rhythms like a knock on the door

When they strike my canvas coat 

Gathering stirring whispering singing

A protest movement against the winter wind

Til armor clad gusts push them into full scale riot

I try to exert my control over autumn leaves

I snap at heels and shepherd them in corral piles

The grip of my hand and pull of stubborn leaves

Reawakens languid summer muscle memory

Of wide shovels and heavy snow

I trudge along tunnel streets of trees holding hands

They bow they moan they mumble they stiffly sway

Stately old men knotted yet strong hosting Cotillion 

On the stage of my deck and yard

A cold but handsome Baryshnikov breeze

Stirs up ballerina leaves to follow his lead

The rain clouds roll in like ocean swells

A chill wind on my neck like a spectre's kiss

I'm the intrepid adventurous archaeologist spelunking

Scarab shell leaves crunch grimly  underfoot

The musty decay sets off sneezes and sniffles

Is the undiscovered pharaoh tomb around the corner

Walking past the skeletal cemetery trees I see

Gold flake autumn leaves covering crumbling tombs

The dusty markers stand a chorus line of headboards

Above a crimson pumpkin lemon drop leaf quilt

Tucking in and keeping warm loved ones

Thier dance is done save for the occasional  rustle

Of weary bones shifting into a better position 

Autumn leaves swirl through through the air

The answer is busking in the wind

I woke up one restless Saturday morning

And thought I'd go to the market and play for change

The air was cool but still and gave no warning

The powers that be were brewing something strange

I set up my guitar case and music stand

Donned my plaid fedora put a harmonica in the holder

Playing dust in the wind like a one man band

Blowing tunes and strumming my hands a blur

The gentle summer wind unassuming 

Was overpowered by a vicious autumn gale

Each time I opened my mouth to sing 

The screaming squall answered with a wicked wail

Sudden gusts tornadoed leaves into a dancing flash mob

Flipping pages looking for a song in my lyrics binder

To regain control bull clips always seem to do the job

My hat blowing off and then returned is a reminder

Life nature and people try to exert their power

You have to find some way to regain control

Like the helpful bumblebee fertilizing a flower

Allowing others to help you empower your soul

Palindrome emo alien

Smoke 

Drifting  gently 

The lights strangely glowing

Fire from space created

Life alien seeking 

Peace not war

Humans fear by rule

Attacks suddenly call on

Death

On call suddenly attacks

Rules by fear humans

War not peace

Seeking alien life

Creating space from fire

Glowing strangely lights the

Gently Drifting

Smoke

(I thought I would try a palindrome. It's not easy.  Hope it makes some sense )

Wisdom Cascade

Wisdom is better than rubies and pearls

Seek wisdom as you would silver

How much better to get wisom than gold

Deep respect of the divine is the source of wisdom

Exploring knowledge caverns I had found a few lumps

Tears of repentance washed off the dust revealing a glint

Wisdom is better than rubies and pearls 

When the full moon turns I learn

I've got a hairy side and need to shoot it down

Seek wisdom as you would silver

I was burning melting and drowning 

I discovered my impurities and began to shine

How much better to get wisdom than gold

I nearly sunk in the murky water of philosophy

God's well of truth bubbles up clear and pure

Deep respect of the divine is the source of wisdom

(This is a Cascade form poem. The first lines of the 1st stanza are from the bible)