Category: Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands

Generation Distraction

People, are you running from your past?
Do you think it’s going to last?
You just have to face the facts.
Stop going on the attack.
You’re a member of my cast,
But the timer is clicking.
Revisit old places,
Old friends and old loves.
Tell them you love them,
But only if you do.
Tell them you’re proud of them,
So they feel it too.
Take a bazillion photos,
So when they leave this earth,
For that inevitable grave,
There’ll be some joyous memory,
That can still be saved.
Do it now, and don’t delay.
Because one day,
You’ll be met by piles of stone,
Be it graves of loving friends,
or rubble from places you called home.
And these things may no longer speak,
When your heart is broken,
By the words you never said,
And the people who never said them either.
We spend our lives finding ourselves,
Differentiating until we have nothing left in common,
Only to realize that is it.
There’s no two people the same,
But it’s a lonely life just talking differences,
So cross these imaginary lines,
Of opinions and status, and just shine.
You will find a brand new vision,
Beyond your fear mongering television.
Hope begets love and back again.
Hang onto love but not too tightly.
I long for a world now passing away.
Some quiet, peaceful slowness,
An existence beyond this decay.
Communing with nature all the day,
Feeling high just on life itself,
And knowing real love in action,
As a respite from these distractions.
For that is all they are these days,
When electronic games are played,
Be they for business or pleasure.
When was the last deep conversation?
When was the last real embrace?
When was the last time you sang?
Or was it just words and images,
Forever captured onto a screen,
A brief flicker of the real scene.

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Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands Poetry

Flights of Fancy

The world won’t end if you reveal yourself.

Trust that you are always okay.
People and God will take care of you.
They haven’t ever stopped,
Even when you were too blind to see.
Blinded by your own ambitions.
Now you are rich in friends and experience.
Your clothes may be worn down,
But your heart will not fail you.
I no longer am rule bound, but operate on faith.
I hope you’ll write to me if I have tempted fate too strongly.
Otherness is oneness because we’re all the same.
Return me to the time before when life moved slow and easy.
When birds and sun and clouds were all I needed for joy.
When spontaneous open connection made life flow.
What enemy do you expect by wearing a hat?
It is the eve of anxiety yet even my enemies can turn to friends.
I lay down my arms and lift up to hugs.
I know come what may will be sweet.
There is very little falling left to do.
It is only up from here.
You say poetry is poverty,
Yet it brings me riches beyond your monetary limitations.
You say this game is risky,
But we all end up in the ground anyway.
I no longer see reasons to hold back.
Aiming higher and hoping I’ll fly.
Can I bring you along?

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Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands Poetry

“If you want to be a Poet” was my attempt at a sort of poetic ethical will. It appears in the book Look Ma! No Hands!
You can be a person who writes poetry,
or you can become a poet.

Be wide open to life.
Be loyal to your loves.
Be courageous.
Be bluntly honest when it counts.
Accept your truth even if it hurts.

Find yourself, but fight for the best of that person.
Learn to listen carefully.
Cultivate a great sense of humor.
Watch what good speakers do.

Be down to earth, but keep day dreaming.
Pay attention to patterns.
Be selectively apathetic, but care about people.

Put the value into your values. Only fight for justice.
Find commonality. Help others find unity.
See the good in everyone. Find a community.
Recognize your tribe,
but recognize not everyone is your tribe.

Pursue peace. Learn many languages.
Entertain new philosophies.
Learn from all history.
Travel often and hike long distances.
Seek spirituality. Seek new experiences both real and imagined.

Use your inner toolbox. Let your soul lead.
Let your heart guide. Let your mind expand.
Look for symbolism. Look for meaning in everything.

Be a hopeless romantic. Overdose on positive music.
Don’t forget to laugh. Don’t be afraid to cry.

Study your heroes, and your heroes’ heroes!
Learn from all mistakes, both yours and others’.
Be idealistic, not realistic.

Know that fear is often a lie, but know your limits.
Respect life and find humanity.
Be aware of your temporary existence.
You only control your art, not other people.
Find and trust your team, even when they fall short.

Money is not the reward in this game.
Think in puns and multiple meanings.
Your inner child is your identity.
Hug freely and kiss your life.
Run with the flow, no, fly!

If you make it, and even before, give, give, give back!

Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands Poetry

Genetic Reincarnations

She told me of her theory,
About how we all live on.
She said there was no death,
Merely new pathways we’re on.
Those paths live through our children,
But perhaps when souls choose to return,
They do so in genetic lines,
That your 20th cousin,
Might actually be you.
It made me ponder of those
Great ones who I can name,
Who then could I be today?
What possibilities from time?
For if greatness runs in families,
Just have a look at mine.

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Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands Poetry

On Imitations of Greatness

Do you want to be like your heroes?
Or is it that you actually see yourself,
Infinitely reflected within those?
Do you have it in you to transform?
How long can you keep it up?
Funny how it seems when you find it,
That it is so hard to hang onto,
That groove, that flow,
that thing that makes you, you, yo!

How do you go against the nature,
Not your own but that of fear?
Do you in that moment remember,
That you’re a kind, beautiful soul?
Your random thoughts, they do not count,
But your actions surely do,
So tell me if you want to be like your heroes,
What are you doing to get there?

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Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands Poetry

Passover

I’ve been passed over.
Thank God, the past is over.
I’m on the verge of freedom.
Oh, but I remember now.
We had our first kiss on Passover.
And this year, after years of rote racing of the same story,
We ate a simple meal, read poetry,
And then I read you mine,
And you were moved.
And I remembered,
We had our first kiss on Passover.
And you kicked me out,
But that didn’t stop us.
Here we are, 13 years,
And still kissing, thank God, on Passover.

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Jewish Poems Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands Poetry

Parked on the Bay

We found the best parking spot in the universe.
on the edge of the bay in Berkeley.
The sunlight glistens across the waters
as the sailboats proclaim freedom.

The rush of the city is visible in the distance,
and we are directly across from the Golden Gate,
viewing the chain links that tie this broad community:

From the city of my dreams,
to the city of my Jewish soul,
to the beaches of my inner explorer,
to the epic Mecca of hippiedom,
to the city of protests,
to the city where I occupied,
to the city of opportunity,
to the wine fields and the growing grass,
to the happy cows and hippie souls.

I see you all from this place,
hearing the train whistles of my past,
and the oceans in my future.

San Francisco,
where even the graffiti is friendly,
where the few billboards you see
are messages of positivity.

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California Poems Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands Poetry