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Joshua Meander, Poet — Woodside N.Y. |
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Joshua Meander has been hosting for 20 years an Open Mic. in
Greenwich Village called
Nomad's Choir. This monthly event posted on poetz.com.
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ODE TO THE AROUSING WILDERNESS
It’s amazing how natural landscapes
Are ignored by those whose lives
Revolve around:
Tall buildings, sidewalks, and smog.
They’re too busy maintaining steel empires
Of frowning at the price of canned goods.
If they dashed off into straw hills
They’d lose their cynicism.
Once aroused by the wilderness
They’d find release in the chittering sun-showers
Or the sparkling brooks with schools
Of fish that bypass baited hooks.
On lanky paper white peeling birch trees
Ugly crawlers blossom into pretty
Creatures with wings.
The woods are thick with iridescent shrubbery.
At nightfall raccoons play as we
Give thanks to the stars.
While camping outdoors, fireflies will be
The only hint of the city lights,
And even then it’s only a tease.
A monthly retreat in the country
Is a just sentence
For those guilty of not upholding
A Grassroots perspective.
All necessities are found in rediscovery.
MY ONLY ACT
I use my cane like a magic wand
Stationing it to stand me erect,
Thus appearing aristocratic.
Later I’m panic-stricken for shade
And a chair to collapse in
So as not to ruin my act.
Then my eyes begin the search
For those who saw my weakness.
When I cut through an alley
I march like an armored knight
Holding his steel lance upright.
I’m a shepherd with his staff
When walking on a golf course.
I use my cane to assure
A window seat on the bus.
Sometimes my pose is misinterpreted.
Then my ailing self drops by:
Myself, wishing that was my only act.
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