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About The North Coast times-eagle. (Wheeler, Oregon) 1971-2007 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 1, 2003)
PAGE 9 NORTH COAST TIMES E A G L E , AUGTEMBER 2003 DEJA DELILAH POETRY Tall and fair blacker than a bear my dartin' girt is a cornin' to me fast and fair her feet do sparkle silver in the sun and her hands move faster than an Arab gun Oh Delilah I love like the Lord above but old Arafat has stolen the meaning of the dove the myriad tribes of old Israel's land need the eyes of heaven to help them stand Will there ever be peace in Palestine what river can cool the hotheads from their hash and wine money can't do it for a little while till the blood stops flowing so all Israeli/Palestinian children can once again smile But both sides shape fates so fair that halt these men wouldst they turn away from the gun at last too many years of maddened folk have led these men to a raven's yolk and the egg that speaks from hell's own fury should not rend these souls bleak forlorn, hopeless and weary Who will be the first to lower the gun take off the bomb harness and try to have fun stop the apartheid persecution land grabbing saying that is all for we have the same damn father when prayers quicken hope -CHRISTOPHER KRAEMER ‘Beware lest you lose substance by grasping at the shadows.’ -AESOP A BABY & A MAMMA DEVALUATION is a lot like pissing in your pants it is warm and feels nice at first but it gets very cold afterwards ROXANNA VILLA -EGIL UNANDER EMERGENCE OF A MONARCH BUTTERFLY A single imago fractures its skin, breaking open along markings on its transparent back: the first line, the third -and legs appear, pawing air. The seventh line, a ring of gold claws, sickle-shaped, a coiled proboscis, and the head, shining, pulling a swollen body free. Naked antennae, tough integument, everything holding: this leaf, these strands of silk. Its not about Bush! There's that baby and that mamma and the whole damn world is rainin’ down on them Effort, error, wild love, stubborn thought, the miner’s courage — blend to foil the Sphinx until at last we see and do not have to pay the price It’s not about Bush! There’s that baby and that mamma in the cradle of civilization "I fear two things: syphilis and organized religion." -GRACE MET ALLI US JESUS! -BARBARA HELFGOTT HYETT ‘How old would you be if you knew how old you were?' I walk the water Late at night (So no one can see). -SATCHEL PAIGE I walk it 'cause I want to And because it pleases me AMERICA AFTER SEPTEMBER 11 ❖might makes right ❖you can fool most of the people all of the time ❖it's not what you know, it’s who you know ❖do unto others before they do unto you ❖the meek will inherit nada ❖the sword is mightier than the pen ❖money can buy happiness ❖ peace is unproductive ❖ secrecy is the cornerstone to this democracy ❖ skepticism is unpatriotic ❖be afraid, always be very afraid ❖and the states — let them eat cake -NANCY HOFFMAN It’s a little baby underneath his lovin’ mamma cryin "Why you put all these bombs of hell on me” The infinite chains of being inform us but only after the deepest search We must turn things upside down — ourselves, our thought, the models that we mold The right side up must meet the upside down to make a match The differences are hardly that but placement makes it so one spiral pulsing dark, the other light together springing into life Spiraling forms wrapped around each other — It is impossible to gaze upon their coil without the gasp of pleasure, without hearing the celestial music of this universe — -ELIZABETH HOBBS This is not about survival, but desire From its hanging point, the adult hardens imperceptibly, acquiring iridescence and a sense of thirst. Now, in the moment before flight, suspended by feet from an empty chrysalis, it binds into one of the membranes of its wet, double wings I can’t understand how they can’t see it’s not about Bush (for Watson, Crick, et al: 50 years later) Fed on milkweed, dogbane and tenacity, one larva has come to this: a butterfly, skeletal, clinging to the narrow margin of afternoon. It works the green blood through; insect-need pumps the buds of wings to size, circles of scales expanding past fullness. It used to be a Comanche It used to be an Apache Now it’s an Afghani Now it’s an Iraqi (1934-1998) THE DOUBLE HELIX They will not emerge in darkness. Not in rain. Old Boy Bush thinks he’s a ranger cause he’s a Texas boy I walk it late at night So no one can see me 'cause my friend from long ago taught me H U M I L I T Y ! -FRED HARRISON DEMISE OF THE NEW RELIGION Capitalism grows the seed Of its own destruction: Its Mother is Corruption Its Father is Exploitation Its God is Greed! -ANDRÉS BERGER-KISS Let’s go it's automatic Gotta be patriotic And I’m thinkin’ about that baby and that mamma And I’m sure they are thinkin’ about me cryin’ “Why, why, why you gotta throw those damn bombs on me?” And it’s not about the oil It’s not about anything It’s about a baby and a mamma and that’s all it's about It used to be a Comanche It used to be an Apache Now it’s an Afghani Now it's an Iraqi And that baby and that mamma They think it’s about you and me -DANIEL ELEY WHEN you can wake me when the day creeps to its zenith long after noon when in morning the sun is velvety (not cold and harsh like a december sunrise) when you can sleep with the windows open and wake with the sweet smell of hosewater and mown grass and the days are soft and swooning sipping iced tea in the backyard and laughing with friends wake me when the air at dusk is more refreshing than that of dawn and though the world is in shades of gray the pavement is still warm when I can forget the day of the week and fall into a groove of late nights and late risings until then i wait for summer and remember tomorrow is monday. MARGIT BOWLER
