tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970457350575398722024-02-07T04:29:01.211-08:00poetryDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-86048660428262476132023-10-19T04:12:00.000-07:002023-10-19T04:12:04.491-07:00unfinishedThere was a time<br>
Long, long ago,<br>
When I wanted to go<br>
Into that sublime<br>
<br>
Wherever is that place<br>
Whether the inner<br>
Or outer space<br>
For saint or sinner<br>
<br>
Deep into the wood<br>
As far as I could<br>
No one to see<br>
What I did me<br>
<br>David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-55499374260007262962020-12-09T01:27:00.003-08:002020-12-09T01:27:45.321-08:00For Noel (1971-2020)<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGgQ7WSczBO-LGb105g7EvIsKuKF0e0jLd6wpZGgK_e2Pdn-Z19DX7ZpouoAf0Es6SSRlN-1WZSsMhORCAeUsYFcYZX9L7-UJcrAhTYqk8HcfBLbx6Ynw6HlLJk0jjxutvFCsCC25Gy4/s960/130686070_10222904917284037_5876504971263983591_n.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGgQ7WSczBO-LGb105g7EvIsKuKF0e0jLd6wpZGgK_e2Pdn-Z19DX7ZpouoAf0Es6SSRlN-1WZSsMhORCAeUsYFcYZX9L7-UJcrAhTYqk8HcfBLbx6Ynw6HlLJk0jjxutvFCsCC25Gy4/s320/130686070_10222904917284037_5876504971263983591_n.jpg"/></a></div>
<br>
Sweet Child of Light,<br>
Why did the Darkness<br>
Hit so hard?<br>
Why did deserved Happiness<br>
So often elude you?<br>
My heart goes out to you<br>
Poet, warrior, thinker,<br>
You forged ahead, <br>
Got back up so often.<br>
But now the Long Night<br>
Has taken you from us,<br>
And you will be sorely<br>
Missed.<br>
<br>David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-35201849198357855812020-02-21T07:21:00.002-08:002020-02-21T07:21:41.832-08:00“A CAT AND HER OLD HUMAN” ('19)<br>
She waited on the stoop<br>
For someone to let her in.<br>
Her human had moved her<br>
Away<br>
But she was having none of<br>
That<br>
This was her home<br>
So she returned.<br>
When she got in<br>
She went right to the <br>
Door<br>
Of the one she’d <br>
Chosen<br>
(She’d seen him go in<br>
So she knew he was there)<br>
She called out to him<br>
He opened the door<br>
She politely, even sweetly,<br>
Waited for him to invite her<br>
In<br>
Which he did.<br>
And so he was hers<br>
She showed him where<br>
To put her box<br>
And patiently waited<br>
For him to get the right<br>
Ingredients<br>
Same for food<br>
After he’d tried to give her<br>
His kind<br>
He learned quickly<br>
Tho’ he had to rearrange<br>
A thing or two.<br>
He seemed surprised <br>
When she climbed under the covers<br>
But got used to it<br>
And grew to love the cuddles<br>
She sealed their bond<br>
When he got deathly sick<br>
Shortly thereafter<br>
And she nursed him back<br>
To health.<br>
Too, he would get crazy<br>
Over silly things<br>
She’d grab his leg<br>
And tell him to pet her<br>
Which made him feel better<br>
She’d go out at times<br>
And have to call him<br>
To let her back in<br>
He did things <br>
Which annoyed her<br>
Such as have other <br>
Furballs <br>
Live with them<br>
She was fine with other<br>
Humans<br>
Especially the one who came<br>
When her human left for a<br>
Time<br>
For, of course,<br>
The old man came back.<br>
She did not like being <br>
Moved<br>
Out of her home<br>
But her old human<br>
Kept her from <br>
Leaving<br>
She knew he needed <br>
Her<br>
So got used to the moves<br>
And the other humans<br>
Who stayed from time to <br>
Time<br>
And corralled the other <br>
Furballs <br>
When they were there<br>
‘Cause she was an Alpha.<br>
(to be continued)<br>
<br>
- in memoriam Kookala (c. 2000-Nov. '19)<br>
<br>
David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-2442006672204095382020-02-19T03:10:00.000-08:002020-02-19T03:10:01.567-08:00unfinished?<br>
I believed in a god of Love<br>
Despite all the Hate<br>
I believed in Equality<br>
Even tho' the mis-leaders shoot it down<br>
I believed in True Love<br>
Tho' it was out of reach<br>
I'm just a Dreamer<br>
I go where I Will<br>
Thro' any old Either<br>
<br>
<br>
Had meant to continue this one, but it just stopped on it's own.<br>
<br>David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-83329076717100976632017-08-14T21:02:00.001-07:002017-08-14T21:02:09.429-07:00THE TRUE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN (in response to Kipling et al)<br />
The true White Man's burden<br />
Is now in the White House,<br />
Bloating the Congress and Wall Street<br />
And in the streets<br />
With angry white faces<br />
Demanding that their <br />
Ill-got Privilege <br />
Be pedestal-ed once again<br />
So they may freely murder<br />
Any Black man they encounter<br />
From whence to spit on<br />
Womanhood<br />
To jail all types of Queers<br />
To kick Hispanic, Asian, and Jew<br />
To the curb right quick<br />
To oust any and all Muslim<br />
Hold down all that are not "us"<br />
These hateful whites are the true<br />
White Man's Burden<br />
For I, a Privileged<br />
White Man<br />
Must oppose them<br />
More than those they <br />
Oppress<br />
For these damnable whites<br />
Are My White Man's Burden<br />
<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-59744974453684212702017-08-14T20:42:00.001-07:002017-08-14T20:42:19.998-07:00"THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN" RE-GEARED<br />
With a special fuck you to Rudyard Kipling<br />
<br />
Strike up the White Man's burden--<br />
Send forth the worst ye breed--<br />
Go send your sons to die<br />
To stifle your captives' need;<br />
To weigh in heavy harness,<br />
On fettered folk and child--<br />
Your new-caught, oppressed peoples,<br />
Half-free and half-wild.<br />
<br />
Strike up the White Man's burden--<br />
Impatience to abide,<br />
To veil your threat of terror<br />
And check their show of pride;<br />
By open speech and simple,<br />
An hundred times made plain<br />
To seek our own profit,<br />
And work another's pain.<br />
<br />
Strike up the White Man's burden--<br />
The savage wars of profit--<br />
Full tilt the wrath of Famine<br />
And bid the sickness cleanse;<br />
And when your goal is nearest<br />
The end for others sought,<br />
Watch sloth and white Folly<br />
Bring all their hopes to nought.<br />
<br />
Strike up the White Man's burden--<br />
The tawdry rule of kings,<br />
To toil of serf and sweeper--<br />
The tale of common things.<br />
The ports ye shall control,<br />
The roads ye shall outspread,<br />
Go mark them with your living,<br />
And mark them with their dead.<br />
<br />
Strike up the White Man's burden--<br />
And reap our own reward:<br />
The blame of those ye fetter,<br />
The hate of those ye guard--<br />
The cry of hosts ye strangle<br />
(Ah, slowly!) toward our right:--<br />
"Why brought ye us your bondage,<br />
From our loved night skies?"<br />
<br />
Strike up the White Man's burden--<br />
Ye dare not stoop to less--<br />
Nor call too loud on Freedom<br />
To cloke your weariness;<br />
By all ye cry or whisper,<br />
By all ye leave or do,<br />
The silent, fettered peoples<br />
Shall weigh your gods and you.<br />
<br />
Strike up the White Man's burden--<br />
Have done with childish peace--<br />
The lightly proferred helmet,<br />
The easy, grudged praise.<br />
Comes now, to search your manlyness<br />
Through all the thankless years<br />
Cold, edged with dear-bought blood,<br />
The judgment of your fears!<br />
<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-81189243665539490192017-01-21T21:50:00.002-08:002017-01-21T21:50:49.318-08:00Peg Marlowe, a.k.a. Aunt "Pet", my godmother and one of my heroes (11/2/12-28/3/99)The clock has stopped but time moves on.<br />
A life fulfilled and full of life has run its course.<br />
The Sandman has come.<br />
No more pain, no more tears, only the fullness of existence and memories<br />
She leaves behind to comfort our nights when we feel our loss.<br />
<br />
<br />
Published as part of her obituary in The Ojai Valley News, 19 April 1999.David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-46064048054618039402016-11-28T20:59:00.001-08:002016-11-28T20:59:07.682-08:00untitled (in Ireland)<br />
Oh, what to do, what to do, <br />
Should I, could I<br />
Move cross the sea,<br />
Cross continent to that,<br />
Would I be welcome,<br />
Or shall I be shunned,<br />
Told to go elsewhere,<br />
Could I find home?<br />
<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-56876158889310809292016-11-28T20:55:00.002-08:002016-11-28T20:55:57.547-08:00So at the Cliffs of Moher I started to hike along the dangerous path, taking it slow, but when I was hit one way then the opposite by strong gusts of wind, I decided better of it, and went back, writing a limerick of what could have happened:<br />
<br />
There once was a man from Seattle,<br />
Against the winds of Moher he did battle, <br />
From a sudden strong gust<br />
Over the edge was he thrust,<br />
On the rocks below his bones did shatter.<br />
<br />
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After all this time<br />
With even a love and loss<br />
Since that brief time with<br />
Her<br />
Knowing full well that<br />
Being together<br />
Could never work<br />
Even casually<br />
Failed in the end<br />
For she could never understand<br />
Me<br />
As she paid no mind<br />
Or ear<br />
Only wanting her needs<br />
Attended to<br />
And I did listen<br />
And I do understand<br />
Which is all the more <br />
Reason<br />
But my stupid Heart<br />
Will not listen to that<br />
So on I go<br />
Anguishing over the <br />
Impossible<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-8640197287395187062014-08-13T02:47:00.005-07:002014-08-13T02:47:51.438-07:00untitled (from last month)Oh, pretty girl on the bus<br />
Why do I make such<br />
A fatuous fuss<br />
Over a girl I don't know<br />
I'm just an old poet<br />
Watching a pretty girl<br />
But you could not know it<br />
As I look like any dirty old man<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-57599404138417252902013-11-21T07:30:00.001-08:002013-11-21T07:30:09.832-08:00First stanza of a song that came to mind, but nothing more with itListen boy, you must understand<br />
That you are not a man<br />
And prob'ly never will be<br />
Unless you learn to see<br />
What truly makes a man<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-29229625942953968102013-11-01T03:32:00.001-07:002013-11-01T03:37:12.286-07:00Mother, MotherMother, Mother<br />
Bring me home<br />
Is it not time?<br />
Is<br />
It<br />
Not<br />
Time?<br />
I am so weary<br />
I so want to sleep<br />
And dream no more<br />
Please release me<br />
From all this confusion<br />
I just want to rest<br />
In your warm embrace<br />
Mother, Mother<br />
Please bring me home.<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-45466760430007882312013-02-21T08:14:00.000-08:002013-02-21T08:14:01.097-08:00For all my young friends who struggle
If you can survive<br />
Your youth<br />
Without sacrificing<br />
Your ideals<br />
You can find<br />
Contentment<br />
Perhaps even a measure of<br />
Happiness<br />
So persevere<br />
My children<br />
And take strength<br />
From your adversities<br />
Stand tall<br />
Against the weak-willed<br />
Who try to drag you<br />
Down<br />
To their level<br />
For they envy you<br />
And would suck out<br />
Your souls<br />
Believe<br />
In yourself<br />
In your dreams<br />
In your worth<br />
The World<br />
Needs you<br />
David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-14567603663744786032013-02-21T07:31:00.002-08:002013-02-21T07:38:58.834-08:00untitled (1 Feb. '13)Imprisoned by my Ego<br />
I struggle to be free<br />
My mind is oppressed<br />
With Ego's nonsense<br />
But how does one live without<br />
In a madcap World<br />
Full of drones and sheep<br />
Power-mad and grovellers <br />
And struggling masses<br />
How does one release it<br />
Back into the wild<br />
An answer I've searched<br />
Long for<br />
Tho' in my youth<br />
It had it's uses<br />
To stave off ennui<br />
Or stand against other<br />
Bloated egos<br />
It is only in middle-age<br />
That I see what a quagmire<br />
It truly is<br />
And wish to be rid of it<br />
Once and for all<br />David M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-70344942811541139552012-03-06T02:47:00.001-08:002012-03-06T02:53:21.814-08:00untitled (3 Feb.)The meat wants a partner<br />But the Goddess says no<br />My heart longs for love<br />But the Universe will not allow it so<br />The Path stretches out before me<br />But I am too weary to go<br />Life has had it's interests<br />Even if it is just a puppet show<br />I feel so beat down and kicked<br />That I want to stop although<br />Curiosity gets the better of me<br />Suicide is no option and so<br />I continue to breathe and shit<br />Release from pain there is no<br />PossibilityDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-24444803579543853042012-02-29T00:22:00.002-08:002012-02-29T00:25:18.388-08:00untitled (21 Feb.)Like 2 ships<br />Passing in the night, <br />As the old saying goes,<br />Then she moves on,<br />To other lovers,<br />Tho' she admonishes <br />Me<br />For my desire for<br />Intimacy<br />Insensitive to my<br />Sorrow<br />Like most women<br />She simply does not<br />Understand<br />Reducing my desires<br />To mere sex<br />Tho' she is the one<br />Looking for mere sex<br />So back to the <br />Darkness<br />Of the Underworld<br />Where I bide my<br />Time<br />Till mortal deathDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-38624955379773660902012-02-21T02:05:00.002-08:002012-02-21T02:05:58.388-08:00untitled (21 Feb.)It was a long time past<br />Nearly thirty years now<br />When I had a choice to make<br />Love or Art<br />I chose Art<br />I knew not at the time<br />How I would be beholden<br />Hoping to still find<br />Love<br />But the Universe does not care<br />And when I still opened myself for<br />Love<br />I was punished harshly<br />Caged away from that True<br />Love<br />Even when I escaped my prison<br />I hoped I would still find<br />Love<br />But it was not to be<br />And each time I opened my<br />Heart<br />The pain of failure hurt the same<br />As it had when I was young<br />I always wanted True<br />Love<br />Tried to be open to it<br />And when I lost again<br />I worked on my self<br />Thinking it was my flaws<br />It was only many years<br />Till I realized it was<br />My difference<br />That I do not conform to<br />Type<br />Cannot be placed in a pattern<br />Do not play the Game<br />I have few intense weaknesses<br />But the one that always gets me is<br />Hope<br />The Goddess cured me of<br />Despair<br />And now I must find a <br />Way to release my soul from<br />Hope<br />But why, why, why<br />You may ask<br />Because lies, lies, lies<br />Is all I find<br />My depths are too <br />Deep<br />For those who cannot fathom<br />I must accept my lonely<br />Path<br />And stop my foolish heart from<br />Hope<br />As it only slows my down<br />It would be so much easier<br />Without this stupid meat<br />But I am imprisoned till<br />Death<br />Deigns to release me<br />The only lover who will<br />Take me, embrace me<br />So that I may rest from <br />HopeDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-79343786532240777352012-02-09T01:53:00.000-08:002012-02-11T01:22:44.313-08:00"FLOWERS" (2/8/12)There once was a little boy<br />Who thought the World<br />Was made up of flowers<br />He loved his Mom<br />And he loved his Dad<br />When his sister came<br />He loved her too<br />As she was also a flower<br />There was later a brother<br />A tougher sort of flower<br />When he was of age<br />The little boy was sent <br />Out into the World<br />But the only flowers he<br />Found there<br />Were made of hard plastic<br />And there were rocks<br />Hard rocks<br />Some were sharp<br />And could cut very deep<br />Others were blunt<br />Leaving various bruises<br />When he would see a<br />Flower<br />Often it would be trampled on<br />This all made him very sad<br />And so he withdrew<br />From the World<br />Hiding away in the fields of<br />FlowersDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-82982165562201598592012-02-04T01:51:00.000-08:002012-02-04T01:52:51.312-08:00untitledMy Will is so strong<br />Yet is that a blessing<br />The pain I can endure<br />Would be better to break me<br />On and on I go<br />Opening myself up<br />To inevitable suffering<br />But I wish to stop<br />Oh, how I so want to <br />StopDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-554143235570819832012-02-03T02:19:00.000-08:002012-02-03T02:22:56.843-08:00untitledUpon the rocks again I<br />Crash<br />Having heeded to yet another<br />Siren's song<br />Thrust headlong I could not<br />Resist<br />For a moment of pure<br />Pleasure<br />I break myself<br />Was it worth it<br />You may well ask<br />What else was I to do<br />Not being a hermit<br />Nor one of the zombie herd<br />Will I leap again<br />Most assuredly soDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-31928052103734979712012-02-02T05:30:00.000-08:002012-02-02T05:38:16.252-08:00untitledWhy, oh why<br />Does the blood continue to <br />Flow<br />Through this useless<br />Meat<br />Which longs for that<br />That is denied by the <br />Gods<br />Forced to live a monk's <br />Life<br />Though surrounded by many<br />Flowers<br />I am unable to touch<br />I float by as a corpse<br />Tossed about by the sea<br />No saving grace<br />To revivify my aching<br />Soul<br />And so I drift<br />Longing for an end <br />To a meaningless<br />StoryDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-69418564140171748802012-02-01T02:04:00.000-08:002012-02-01T02:06:13.056-08:00untitled (1/28/12)Longing, longing<br />For that sweet caress<br />For that soft warmth<br />For that intense passion<br />How do I make it last<br />When they won't stay<br />But a moment<br />How do I rise from this<br />Cold sleep<br />When they do not want<br />MeDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-48670153635724760732012-02-01T02:00:00.000-08:002012-02-01T02:02:34.440-08:00untitled (1/27/12)For a moment<br />I gave into the<br />Dream<br />But like all dreams<br />It ended<br />She came out of <br />Nowhere<br />Touched me with her<br />Warmth<br />Her laughter, her thoughts<br />But she couldn't <br />Stay<br />And like all the other<br />Illusions<br />She dissolved away<br />Back to whence she <br />Had comeDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897045735057539872.post-54784534881688026102012-01-25T07:38:00.000-08:002012-01-25T07:40:55.390-08:00untitled (1/25/12)The sadness settles on me<br />Again<br />Like a blanket of falling snow<br />Love out of reach<br /> As always<br />The loneliness<br />My constant companion<br />Why I still cling to <br />Hope<br />Is truly beyond meDavid M. Nevarrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10611162634169815956noreply@blogger.com0