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Show POET'S fW CORNER J EDITED BY if.i I K NIK HOUGEN jL- HE LAUGHED WITH LAUGHTER... He laughed with laughter and shook his head To clear his hasish eyes, Then being serious for a moment. He asked why flowers died. I thought a while, told what I knew, And watched him turn away. Soft and silent, a question again: Where do the children play? I thought a while, and again Told him what I've read; He laughed with sorrow, turned to leave, "Thank you," was all he said. D. L. Mabery 200 years on mechanical miners, the diggers of holes; plasticized bibles, the saviour of souls; aerosol junkie, the eater of ozone; insecticide king, the cancer zone; petroleum tyrants, the legislative power; bureaucracy rape, the spirit devoured; viedo dictation: "indoctrinate intensively, and thorougly; effect a radical transformation transforma-tion of beliefs, and mental attitudes." celluloid heros, the true immortal in the year of the schizoid, the season of the rich; the fellmonger peddles mementoes mem-entoes of the regime, leftover wine is consumed like lovers and lucifer's friend makes money. but let us not elaborate on the simple past of survival, we must go down until there is no sense... D. L. Mabery I wrote this poem one beautiful spring morning in L(1967). I was sitting in a small box canyon where a waterfall had gouged out a natural lake. The reflections, the sounds, and the sun breaking through the shadow gave me the inspiration to write. MEDITATION I sat beside a limpid pool, In silence and deep meditation, medita-tion, TflWhen to my mind in the cool evening came Thoughts of recognition. A mourning dove cooed softly, The breezed flowed so gently, That out of no where came this thought, God is near evidentally. For the echo of the mournful sound Was soothing to the ear, And all the world surrounding me Was in one thought, right here. I felt the message of his will, And let my hand glide on, For I knew that he would fill my heart, And reveal the mysteries beyond. They were there in rocks to echo, I felt his presence too, And as the sun rode higher still, The corners of darkness flew. The darkness of a million years, Of struggle upward to find his will, Without the shackles of stark fear, The light that was so far, and yet so near. And when the light it broke Upon that sun lit scene, and far beyond, My heart beat faster to the rhythm of that creative thrust, Then I murmured the trade mark of our free land, In God we trust. Dwain C. Barker red dust the desert's gone delirous today in a windy cleaning rage a howling of renewal and rearrangement of red sand blowing in a scouring transformation transforma-tion healing jeep scars with medicinal dust hiding secrets under shifting shift-ing dunes while warmth from above shines through I told you it would be this way I waited for its coming I watched through the winter for a sign in the snow and now the buttes are bleeding their last drops of ice potholes are breeding mosqui- ' toes ' " streams are erratic and tummbleweed is flying by the squirrel on the saltbush is anchored fast while he goes on a harvesting spree and that first frail flower has opened its bloom to give its perfume away the desert and I are delirous 1 today Gregory M. Gnesios |