Poetry and Random Thoughts 073017/0608


There is a difference, I think, from the common to the uncommon. Yet, in many cases they appear side by side as twins. Just a subtle difference here or there can determine the difference that you and I cannot perceive on the surface. But isn’t that the problem? Isn’t it how we perceive what we consider to be4 reality?

I have, since early childhood, wondered how you and I see color. A teacher points at a chart and says, “That is blue.” Really? Think about this for a moment. The teacher has an assigned role to play and relies upon her belief and understanding of common versus uncommon. And yet, how do we know if her understanding is correct?

If she says that the object she is pointing to is blue you record that in your mind as being blue. But what if her perception of blue is more tinted with green in your mind. So every time you look at item that in your mind has green in it or perceive it as such then when called upon to point at blue in a test you we pointing at something which in your mind is blue and yet in reality is blue-green  to her but she perceives it as blue because she sees everything put before her as blue being blue and yet her mind approaches the color she sees as being blue-green.

I mean, seriously, how can we come to the belief that what you see versus what I see is actually correct.

In another example, I just fell asleep while sitting here and dreamt I was at a seminar. The hotel that we were staying at was very nice and had a very large swimming pool. Everyone was swimming and so I decided to join in. I just now realized that I was the only one in the swimming pool that was naked but neither I nor anyone else recognized that fact until in my mind I just now realized that I was naked. The reason is because I remembered that in my dream I did not have any swimming suit with me. But in my mistaken reality I and everyone there had a swimming suit on. So, if by chance, you happen to go swimming the question then becomes are you wearing a swimming suit or are you naked.

So, I guess, the real question is quite simply: what is reality?

 

 

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Dismantled by Love


She came softly

Easily to his bed was led

And he found himself—suddenly dismantled

Unexpected the world spinning about his head

As if enjoying a first time cup of rich Turkish Coffee

Followed by a sip of mint liqueur that was fed

From the tip of his lover’s tongue warm red

That sought his mouth out amid a smile of rapture deep

To share as did they while the world disappeared forgotten

While within tousled sheets the pair gamboled

And he surrendered to her charms thus, so gently wed.              1/9/2017

MISS CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM


MISS CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM

Feb. 21, 2012

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions, a Division of Alpaca Junction, Inc.

You toucha my poem and I breaka your face.

NOTE: The beat on this came from a couple of jazz pieces I was listening to the other day. The singer cut off the end of the sentences which, for the most part, were short and choppy with the end of the sentence a space behind the other part and , in most cases, a hard beat louder than the rest.  Using the first line as an example it is: two beats, pause, strong beat…… She was (pause) TALL …….Next line: two beats, pause, strong .. Oh so (pause) TALL I hope that makes sense. It sounded great to the jazz pieces I was listening to.

She was

Tall!

Oh so,

Tall

She was

Lean.

Lord oh so very

Lean

Made me fall in

Love

Lost my mind I surely

Might’ve

In love with my

Miss Chocolate Ice

Cream.

We met in early

Fall

When high-school was in

Session

And she taught me all about

Meshin’,

When I was just

Sixteen.

It released me from all my

Stressin’

Holy lord I am herein

Confessin’

Her eyes, her eyes were

Sea

Green

With a flash that made me

Sudden’

Dream

She taught me all about

Jazz

While she teased me with all her

Razzmatazz

And I was proud, oh, so proud to be

Seen

In her company, if’n you know’d what I

Mean.

Lord, don’t you be knowin’ she was

Lean.

So lean my

Brotha’,

She disappeared beneath the

Cova’

And I feared she mighta even

Smotha

Tucked away hiddin’ from my

Motha’

When she come prowlin’ onc’t past

Midnight

And gave me a horrible teenager boy

Fright

But she winked in sheer

Delight

Winked and whispered,

It’s alright.

‘pon spyin’the toes of my lady

Fair

There in the early morning

Steamy Air

Steam did the coolish night air

Share

A foot an’ a tattooed ankle

There

Like the rest of her was quite

Bare

Yes, my brotha’, quite

Bare.