aloha poets,
A Mainframe of palms inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
A Novel Impressionism
Just the facts alone may hold interest only for so long Attributes acquired through observations is the song When the slow and smooth hard-gotten arrives as real Those individual perceptions are what the readers feel
Old fashioned novels remain committed and imbued To the endless pursuit of dogged verisimilitude A better way may maintain a comic precision While remaining devoted to each character's vision
A growing interest is a good place to meet In areas of consciousness and dancing on your feet Mature observations never go fast enough to fleet With juvenile ones never remain in the back seat
Impressionism can show its face in a modern way If devices of your own imagination have a say Prose may take a route to affect the subject at hand To grow a consciousness in characters once bland
Can the self-involved interact in interesting ways? More so than the hyperalert in fast restless ways? To create a better world is impressionism's aim Accentuate the subject then make it fair game
copyright 7.30.10
patrick d. adams
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aloha poets,
Hibiscus immigration law flowering inspires today's poetry.
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The Long Immigration Debate Draws Bead
Immigration law in Arizona takes center stage Federal v States' rights appear now as the plague Police chief and sheriff's Arizona law of the land Spark a national debate, the need to hold a hand
A burden on all in these legal and economic times Fair immigration law is ours to find, one that rhymes Even tourists boycott over illegal laws of immigration Can freedom stand as eagle's claws dig in a nation?
Crossing a constitutional line fuels the long debate Anyone checked the human and drug corridor of late? The right to protect Arizona seems at the fore As the right of lawful citizens heads out the door
Department of Homeland Security, a job to do Racial profiling can yet be the drop of the other shoe Our President's precedence is to challenge States' right Preliminary injunctions hold status quo, not so tight
So what's the answer, where does it all lead? Lawmakers want something, for now they just bleed Arizona sovereignty, border protection plants its seed As we speak, civil rights v police departments draw bead
copyright 7.30.10
patrick d. adams
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Stop the world I want to get off my addiction to you Social activity once, now articulates our every view Tell me enough of you and I won't stop talking of me We fueled the growth with natural voices to be "we"
Amid the mud we wrap the noose of noise There are those whose sound tracks the joys We kiss the misspoken to give an honest try Coupled in circular motion through digital sky
The pretext of reprehension and new protege' Just one click and I'm headed back your way Missed you so much I still have more to say This crash scene fills the void for us to play
Someday I swear I'm going to write a song On arrival of you in breath it won't be long A love like this, you usually find it broken Homegrown versions go online, find us jokin'
I'm serious this time I'm no corporate-backed elite Just sit here strumming guitar in my bare feet And there you are on my mainframe in your sheen TV-friendly this love now gone totally mainstream
copyright 7.28.10
patrick d. adams
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aloha poets,
Mountain palms cloud bank inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
That Lyrical Flow
Subjective perceptions carry another balmy day News blurbs and sound bytes, palms will still sway When constant instant success finds no hope of a fight What all are stupid for, you remain against with delight
You sense the destruction of subjective perception Where innocence yawns and fits in with succession You articulate your own brand of flowery conviction Through incessant accesses and showery diction
In hopes of your outrage to bring wilderness to order You recite beautiful musings out there on the border In consciousness and character you hope to be found As innocence bellows another luxurious sound
You shed the traditional in hopes of some flair Is anybody listening, is anyone there? Characters and plot develop only so far Chances with language?.. that's who you are
copyright 7.27.10
patrick d. adams
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aloha poets,
South Beach tropical inspires today. Enjoy!
Chelsea Bride
Oscar de la Renta Beaux-Art place Blissful smile on your familiar face John Jacob Astor welcomes you too Chelsea bride with a Rhinebeck view
Former first daughter now all aglow We met you as a kid so long ago Embracable in braces you were no brat Chelsea Clinton, a little Cheshire cat
Near Chippaqua where Hillary hails "Confidentiality,"one of her holy grails Bill has to be"proud as a peacock" dad New York, New York, all in all so glad
A sea of photographers want to attend Writers like us would love to bring a pen Tiffany's to the Hamptons, it's a real to-do Chelsea bride we wish happiness for you
copyright 7.26.10
patrick d. adams
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Break my stride beauty, are you here to save me? It's rhythmically imperative to know what it is you gave me Disinterest lacks only the intensity of a good line Live performances spirit the fervor to do fine
Speaking of which, is anybody listening? Beyond spent days of lengthy stint on oceans glistening? No wonder they say you see we all have to pay some price The savvy and popular continue their edit so concise
This patch of path now seems such unfamiliar ground It connects to, then diverts from familiar sound Hopes gotten up are in danger of flights so high Honored roots know nothing of plans on the sly
Here on the edge is where troublesome bubbles anew A world where organized statements are so far and few Instead this place is vibrant with its own kind of clang It kidnaps with poetics far from the Head in a Hole Gang
To lose your razor's edge is a search of friendly textures Not to cruise the ledge for institutionalized heady lectures A sound strategy of sound further nurtures a past hunger No pretending, remember now, you get no younger
copyright 7.23.10
patrick d. adams
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As in any prolonged traumatic event to unfold Who is to say what's merely tin and what's gold Exact reactions to a waking image is no science Post traumatic stress disease stands in defiance
Are pains merely our own vulnerabilities reflected? Of pre-conditional constitution once hidden now detected? Is profound impact of trauma's inhumanity so widespread? Does prudence define we simply imagined in our head
Once were doctors who in their own inimical way Diagnosed the disease then reported their final say Silver spoons with slivers are now so common place Witness this extinction of war to save the human race
Save it for whom or for what you may ask Each other, may we pursue a more worthy task? Apathy, cynicism, alienation may abound In the course of a day, a vulnerability found
Political artfest is the new slugfest of debate Where doctors v. politicians head for the gate Mistrusts of insomnia in expectations of betrayal PTSD either way can be defined as jail
Whatever terminology, it finds ways to embrace Just hearing of a trauma puts us all in the race Handsome military, rich with warrior and tale Come home from the battlefield inside hell's jail
Can anyone know where the real answer lies? Do personal vulnerabilities let stressors traumatize? Medical doctors join political debate on healthcare PTSD relives phobias in flashbacks of nightmare
copyright 7.20.10
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patrick daniel adams
Ok let's do it, I'll be your protestor I'll go out for a dollar to be your jester Yes I will, I'll be your point man too They can point at me, I'll picket for you
You say it's unfair those wages they offer Not enough money to bother with your coffer I'm looking for work I'll do your little dirty I'll sing and chant make that a buck thirty
Hire me now, I'll be your best protestor Your own couldn't make it, why let it fester? I'll march and rant on your paid picket line Hey Mr manager can you spare a dime?
Pay me to march, pay me to chant Pay me to picket, pay me to rant I'm here for you to fill organizational need While your own workers stay home to bleed
Just pay me, pay me now, anyway anyhow Nothing is for free you can be my cash cow I'll walk your line, looking fine, be on time Just pay me!
copyright 7.16.10
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patrick adams
So immigration as an issue comes into play Softer sides are needed with the world at bay Kinder and gentler truly gives competitive edge Each country out there sits alone on no ledge
Politics of policy today seeks to reform Talented special skills, bodies stand warm Hostile attitudes now only view the needs While the public stares, media news feeds
Obvious benefits keep hiding from view Innovation crosses borders for business anew To create high paying jobs, now far and few Einstein immigration policy is tried and true
How do you police a creative mind? Competitive edges global markets will find Higher living standards is an economic win The best minds await if we only let them in
copyright 7.16.10
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patrick adams
aloha poets,
Clouds appear as a floating angel across the ocean sky. Enjoy!
Midlevel Medieval
Beach forecast now in a forest of dreams Sao Paulo destination of new oil rig teams Brazilian vessels fluctuate in coxswain 40% now the chance of pain
Jailed geologists and scattered small storms Tropical flares coastal farmland warms Money for trouble is to create a clean slate? Simpe returns communist-era welfare state
Pay per view with more scads of hugs Another thumping, another round of shrugs Texas City Texas now has tar balls One by one the Gulf south falls
So they say the south will rise again With thousands of oil plugs can they win? Ads give big oil another plug Drive Tar Del Mar, give your car a hug
As the ocean view goes, so their view remains Stiff winds soft tar gushing crude gains Reminisce now go back to the day Of soft winds and stiff tar the medieval way
Hitch a ride on those ships of no idle fleet Get carried by currents, unbridle your feet Deepwater Horizon in such a shallow view Search now for yourself the deep wild blue