Posted in Climate change, EPA, Trump's climate change,, Uncategorized, Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer, tagged EPA, Trump's trees, Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer on February 7, 2020| Leave a Comment »
Hey Mr. Trump. You blamed the fires on CA for not cutting down our trees and now you’re proud of saying “Plant a trillion trees for climate change.” If only it were that simple.
But you’re too late, my little mouse poet already started this in 2012 with his book Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer! If you want to truly be the first of all Presidents, how about appointing a literary poet mouse as your EPA director?
Posted in Agelessness, Climate change, Coffee and Poets, Dignity in Aging, Poetry, Sacramento Poetry Center, Uncategorized, tagged Elders, Poetry on January 22, 2019| 2 Comments »
Becoming
Never laugh at the elders
Who meet at MacDonald’s in Hawaii
Never laugh at their animated conversations
On trips to Vegas and the best ramen at Hotel California.
Never laugh
Because eventually you will become them
As I have these cold winter months
After working out at the gym in early morn.
I walk across the street to La Bou
Stop by three or four tables
To exchange greetings with the regulars.
Monday through Friday, one conversation
Is a recording…
She speaks Spanish, I speak English…
We say Buenas Dias, Gracias and more Buenas Dias.
And smile without translation.
Are you that youngster at a table
Laughing at my limited vocabulary
Swearing you will never succumb
To life of the elders
Who drink the same bitter coffee,
Morning after morning
Staring at the world that never changes
Through last month’s spider webs
Except for a tree that reminds me
The seasons of my life are alive and well.
frances kakugawa 1/22.19
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Posted in Climate change, My Books, Nature, Nature vs. Man, Uncategorized, Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer, tagged Stop the Bulldozer, Wordsworth on December 21, 2018| 1 Comment »
How do you like my Holiday tree with so many golden balls…a natural and real tree. To all you readers who, after reading my Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer! book, began to use trees whose roots are still in rich healthy soil, thank you for keeping our planet green. To you, too, who have stopped cutting down trees. Wait, there’s more. See my bulldozer poem under my tree.
The Bulldozer
there was place I sat and dreamed
to music played in my concert grove
branches rubbed against branches
coconuts dropped to the ground…
vines snaked and squeaked their way
seeking the hot noon sun.
frilly fronds danced the wind
lacy limbs brushed their leaves…
sparrows, mynahs spattered notes
low c’s, high c’s and in-between.
a place for cellos, violins
trombones, tubas, crashing brass…
flutes, piccolos, clarinets ,too
a symphony of purest sound.
up and down the scale
notes played every key…
in this place I called my grove
until the monster came.
he gobbled up notes
oh, what a hungry beast…
he ate and ate, grunted and groaned
until there was nothing left
nothing at all.
from: Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer!
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