After living happily ever after
And many years later
                            And many many years later
                             And lonely now,
                             good-bye my dear sweet prince,
                                          he now belongs to the reaper,
                                         holding back tears
                                        her heart aches
                                         The princess traces back
                                       on spinning mind-reels,
                                                her first kiss encounter,
                                           a flashing, warted-green-streek-
                                         jumping-up!!  Then the kiss

Do our loved ones
once deceased return
to us in dreams?

When we walk in fields
with them
side by side
and chat, and smile, and laugh
and cry?

Is death hastily forgotten
like so many pebbles cast
into pools ever so deep?
And not thinking
the absurdity of their death
long past gone
paid by
our loved ones
that now talk to us?

Ooh what sweet dreams
are made of
that brings
us once again
to our beloved
once long past,
only to be awakened
in the morning
by unbearable
fleeting...
        ...heartbreaks

Do our loved ones
Once deceased return
to us in dreams?

When we walk in fields
with them
side by side
and chat , and smile, and laugh, and cry?

Is death hastily forgotten
like so many pebbles cast
in pools ever so deep?
And not thinking
the absurdity of their death
long past gone
paid by
our loved ones
that now talk to us?

Ooh what sweet dreams
are made of
that brings
us once again
to our beloved
once long past,
only to be awakened
in the morning
by unbearable
fleeting...
     ...heartbreaks

Hear my soul
Don't stand in my shadow
Dare to strive forward
Replenish your striving
Become your own wishes and not mine
The great baton is passed to you
I will soon meld into the abyss of by gones upon by gones

My inner kingdom soon dwindles into obscurity
My trumpets of announcements is but only a hushed breeze
Days of rest beckons to me and the great ****** hangs
over my head like a giant pendulum counting time

I still hear, feel, and see my muse crying out to me
not to abandon myself from myself
Space shrinks as time shrinks
The earth pulls me down as gravity will soon claim me
Mother Earth will soon embrace me and welcome
me home, from where we all came, from the beginning of time

They make their cases day by day
In genetic flesh, they hide within the souls of some
They know their days will soon be done
In rancid places within their hearts of hate
they stalk their prey of ignorance dumb
When you lay your wit to sleep,
you open doors whereas they creep
Cold hearted to the will of man,
of wars and lies of blackness be
of death, of cries for stolen liberty
They stalk to propagandize
through greedy men in sweet disguise
to control and bend you to their will
Knowledge is our only hope
to them knowledge it is their hanging rope


A revision

He and she walk alone so young.
So young he and she are.
Without another's tender touch
and tender kisses.
Being without a loving, caring other;
expressions desolved by war.
They're still in the desert
guarding buddies.
They're still in war-torn towns.
So young they are.
Behind every house door lurks
an unseen enemy.
Every crevice in their home-sweet-home,
a hidden device.
Every patch of an American road
hidden IED'S.
Every turn,every corner,every glance,every walk,
Every position, for some, a hand gun hidden in his
or her belt.
So well they learned their craft.
Their home vehicles are now Hummvees.
Their towns are now
the unfriendly and foreign Middle East.
They walk alone,these ANGRY ISLANDS,
unto themselves they are...

RW Dennen

I sit upon a park bench
mentally piecing together
a utopia

You steal along silently
to sit upon my throne
of wooden slats and cement

I quickly turn and look at you
and say inwardly,
"your tree is not my tree
with squirrels that scamper about,
but a table top or a chopping block
even tooth picks lined in a row."

I bend to feed the pigeons;
a saintly feeling fills my soul,
to be abruptly taken from me,
by your sudden pounding feet;
a turbulence of wings
that nearly touch my eye

I finally begin to rest
in reverie,
a peaceful rest
of blue and white

You even steal this rest
and talk about muggers in parks

I hide my ears between my hands
to stop your thieving voice
I suddenly SHOUT at you
but you leave suddenly as you came
FOR YOU STEEL AWAY YOURSELF FROM ME
              to take from you
                               YOUR STEALING BLAME!!!

Moments of total nothingness,
you don't deserve it, just because you're unknown
Your greatest virtue lies within
your inner dialogue between one
Your audience smiles at your achievements,
as you look into a mirror applauding a reflection
Prolific insight woven and painted by your pen
is sadly wasted, unraveled and sloshed by bias
esoteric and snobbish, the twins of bias,
sit on high poetic mountains of celebrity,
while filing away your non-read thoughts into
deep, deep trashcans

Imperialistic meddlers,
men of power greed and wealth
Western Imperialism
not too long ago
was once put on the shelf
Not too long ago
this name was never heard
Its name is New Order of DiSoRdEr
But still us folk of sanity
with eyes wide open
we see their compliance
lock-step herd vanity

In White House spin gone amuck
they throw their bolts of anger
to all countries on the globe
And with more and more displeasure
we witness their destructiveness
from sea to shining sea

But now I hear, see and feel
a distant faint rumbling the rising Valorous
the rumbling stampeding of democracy
by the forceful rightful anger,
the free-spirited valiant word
a word of truth and dignity,
the echo of today,
and aaah yes
to hear the thundering of the mass
To hear the thundering of the mass...

Sign dictates on bike path, " 7 miles an hour"
I say, " Oh ****, now I can't go 25 miles an hour,
perhaps 20 or even 15, and I hope there is no "Bike Cop"
hiding behind some rock, bush or tree with a little "bike siren".

Sign dictates in an "open air train station", " No Smoking"
I say, " Oh ****, I hope he or she doesn't come up to me
directly and blow smoke in my face, I would really be *******."
I also hope that these mounds upon mounds of butts don't
stop me from walking even though "biodegradable"

Bus driver dictates, in front of bus, "Read the sign before leaving, please do not step past yellow line"!!
I cringe at the thought that my big toe goes over that ****
yellow line. If so, do you think that the driver will abruptly
stop the bus and throw the tip of your toes out the bus?
If so, I guess that the rest of your body would have to go as well!!!

Oh well, we live in a society, of some unnecessary mazes, and it gets worse and worse!! For that I give the "BIG *******!!!!!!" (PS just messin' wit ja )

Trees hold the deep earth together way below with crooked fingers of the underworld and catches foul above
Upward to the heavens on finger towers,
clapping on winds they shake their dander
And the makers of green bras on mountain tops

They are the landlords of ground,and air beasts, and
incumbent giants of the ages
They whisper being puppeteered by winds of old
They are the alchemists of oxygen
They are dangling playgrounds
They are the Autumn crunches beneath our feet

Trunk etchings by bards, trees reflecting
cultures' dissemination
We walk under penumbras that deny the scorch of summer
as cool water douses fire, so too, shade douses heat

Watching trees in my pleasant reverie I observe how they
help break the carpeted land, bringing about a  certain diversity in moving tranquility and rustling of their songs

i always wanted to write about the true heroes
It's not about hockey stickers or football kickers;
face punchers, these million-dollar-heroes, they manifest no social change
It's about us the people, it's about you and me
It's about free givers who give of themselves for the good of mankind
It's about free changers who freely make change for the good of mankind
That's it, hmmm, changers and free givers?
Oh yes! Free changers in the face of diversity
and against any form of oppression,
never be apathetic to what is right
Never become fearsome in knowing what is right
Stand up for all your brothers and sisters,
here on our delicate planet earth
Say never to the numbskulls, who disbelieve in change,
even at times trying to educate some
When hearts go forth and attach to others
is the beginning of a selfless human being
When the sun never seems to rise,
join other heroes along the way
Everyday count your blessings what you and I fought for
Altruistic motivation is the greatest catalyst for real heroism,
take advantage of it my heroes and potential heroes;
i love you guys, keep on truckin'

Aaaah those remembrances
about those fruitful
days in Autumn
and being absent while still in class
And still seeing through
young eyes...


...So long ...

...for a moment teach...
...cannot reach...
            ...cannot reach...
... your plateau

Must conquer instead
MOUNT EVEREST!!!
Must conquer instead
my arduous striving,
the blinding ravaging snow,
blow, glare in sunlit blinding Sun-lit-air
Those ever deepened GIANT foot tracks,
that shuffling abomnible snowman
wondering
               in
                      my head...
HEY ROBERT WAKE UP!!!  IT'S DETENTION FOR YOU
BOY!!!

                      lions, tigers and bears OH MY!!!

Take the kid out of the ID
                 What do you get?
                              Answere
                           ANSWERE
                 AnSwErE                 please

     oh oh please answere

THE ANSWERE READY?
          
                     THE SUPER DUPER EGO!!!!!

RW Dennen ??

The great New York metropolitan
stretching its  vibrancy
trafficking its wears.
Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments
habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating

Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor
This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks,
for miles
The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano
and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat

Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle
Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues;
vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women
Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small
blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.

Cow dung waste:
churning together
grass with water
later passed through and left behind,
grow more grass!

Politicians words:
churning together
holy-hallow words,
grow more votes!

Poets words:
churning
on paper,
unread cautious wisdom words
grow more silver fish!

I'm looking for magic
Seeking wisdom with the mysterious
nod of an Oracle,
trying magically to change the hearts of the heartless
Searching every flux of human illusions,
of feelings, of human connections, of human desires
And like you my precious one, searching for the tender
Abracadabra of just plain being
Delving into times knowing about the magical rhythm-ride, in time, that passes into the future with you

And yes, I'm quite aware about life's magical-wand of fate change that strokes you with gentleness and at times smacks you with callousness
What hypnotic mysteries lay ahead like pulling from life's hat the timeless night-blinking of our celestial roof, a broken
winter silence stirred by a canine's far distant call
And childish charismatic smiles of children

Just as all of life's surprises the magician's puff of smoke
appears as every sudden joy and sometimes sudden sadness
into a surprise bravo
And to all my beautiful seekers of wonder, prepare yourselves by knowing where there's hope there's
magic
Watch closely as your curtain call of life rises
And experience the screams, tears and cheers of the audience seeking, like you, MAGIC!

Silence of a greater love
bestow upon us
a peaceful dove

Whence in starry silent
nights above,
shine your crown
of jewelry love

Kiss my lips
without a word
Feel my hands in gentle stroke,
without a word even spoke

Be my mate forever be
like a calm rocking of the sea
Speak with smiles and tenderness
and lay us down in calming bliss

Watch we the silent sun come-up
without a word we reverie
In silence, hand-in-hand, we be
like the calm rocking of the sea

You walk the whitened snow
in overcast-shadowed delight
You look back seeing
where your tracks traced you
from where you were before,
like words written on
snowy white paper
holding memories
gone by...

Your mind slowly
backtracks
to places only moments ago,
where small inclined drifs
on each side
reminded you
of miniature mountains,
you were a GIANT
in the middle of a tiny valley...

Sounds became muffled,
your planet became
transformed into another world
Silence prevailed,
brief shrilling sporadic gusts
nipped at your nose, nipped at your cheeks,
and had painted
your living portrait red...

You had felt your feet
crunch down
on the newly
softened snow,
its sounds created noise
that crunched LOUDLY...

In some places,
your wider lifting strides
became arduous,
they became wider in deeper spots,
but you did not mind...

This whitined fact
almost held by fantasy
ridiculed everyday life,
silhouetted trees
reached their bare arms upward
like black grayish winter phantoms
against the white horizon,
against the gray sky...

Tiny windy whirlpools
-ever so often-
danced around your feet
in a soft swirling
celebration
of your delight...

Charmed by your exploration
you had embraced every moment
Clever in your adoration
you now invoke this poem,
distinguished only
for the astute...

...Provoked by this flurry
wisdom and wonderland,
you now turn slowly
around then forward
Now realizing you have
just left your memories
and poet's signature
within those very backtracks
you have just left behind...     .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .' .'

Wondering about you
wondering about me,
me wondering about you

Shadows
  and warm hearts.
Evening whispers
   in gentle staccato;
breaking silence
  Lips upon lips
enchanted warmth; rushing of lust.
  Further entrenchment with
entwining flesh upon flesh.
  Our heated breathing;
the nirvana of sweetened glandular
  Aphordite's love-perfume.
My heat against your heat,
  climaxing into passion's hard embrace.
Embraced by Dionysus into
life-death-death-life dance.
We soul-swim in warm waters...

RW Dennen (c)  11/24/09

With love and respect to a "National Hero" who gave his life
for future goodness. This coming National holiday January 16th 2017
his first name was Martin; let us begin...


And so you came and left Alabama
   on words that blew sharply
piercing even the most covered ear

Great cities welcomed you
   and some did not

Pride from a long struggle
     subdued anger
     bringing about a glimpse
     of worldwide HOPE for everyone
     and all the poor

Prophetic visions were shouted
   in strength to all four corners of the globe

Yet a crucifixion was waiting
for you in the guise of a missile

And too early a wheat was razed,
                                                and the loaf became bitter

Your body was passed from mind to mind
       as we ate of your bitter loaf
And so the dirge-drums were struck
  And so the cadence bowed
      And so the tears were shed
             And so a brother in spirit was dead

All colors mixed in unison-
   And out from that dark cloud appeared a rainbow
And rain tear-cheeks dried
And a resurrection of pride
soon flooded the country-
We all became baptised
                        in blood and truth...

And so you came and left Alabama
     on words that blew sharply
   piercing even the most covered ear
Great cities welcomed you
  and some did not
Pride from a long struggle
     finally subdued anger
      bringing about a glimpse
      of  worldwide hope for everyone
       and all the poor

Prophetic visions were shouted
   in strength to all four corners of the globe

Yet a crucifiction was waiting
  for you in the guise of a missile

And too early a wheat was
razed,
    and the loaf became bitter
Your body was passed from mind to mind
          as we ate of your bitter loaf

And so the drums were struck
  And so the cadence bowed
   And so the tears were shed
    And so a brother in spirit was dead...

All colors mixed in unison-
   and out from that dark gloomy cloud
appeared a rainbow
          And rain tear-cheeks dried
and a resurrection of pride
soon flooded the country-
We all became baptised
                    in blood and truth...