Well..
i
love
to
share in
dVERSE
Poet
Pub
E-land..
AND!
i
gET
a most
interesting
response
in
hmm..
CONSTRUCTIVE
criticism
about
the
arT
i
produce
in
words..
and
such!
“2. The point of poetry is to compress your thoughts – see if you can suppress your emotions and give us the heart of your message in a much abbreviated form.”
Hmm..
in
an
intense
FREE FLOWING
MARTIAL
ARTS
EXHIBITION
OF
THE
FREEST
LET
IT
GO!
OF
MY
ARMS
FEET
TORSO
LEGS
FINGERS
HEAD
AND
ALL
OTHER
associated
totality
of
206
BONES..
thousands
of
MUSCLES
LIGAMENTS
TENDONS
SKIN
blood
cells
AS
SUCH..
MOVING!
IN
FREE
FLOW
OF
THE
DANCE
OF
DEATH
AND
BEAUTY!
AS
ONE..!
AKA
KUNG FU
ORIGINAL
PHILOSOPHY
STYLE
IN
PRACTICE
PRACTICE
PRACTICE!
FOR
PERFECTION
AS
WAY
INSTEAD
OF
GOAL..
i
ponder
HOW
WILL
GOD!
DEFINE
POETRY..!
MARTIAL
ARTS..!
AND
DANCE..!
WILL
IT
BE
SCIENTIFIC
AND
CONCRETE
OR
WILL
IT
BE
ART
AND
SIMPLY
FLOW
OF
HEART!
SO
GOD
SAYS!
hmm..
YES!
GOD
does
talk
TO
ME
IN
WHISPERS
OF
SYNCHRONICITY
IN
THE
DARK
AND
LIGHT..!
god
SAYS..!
TAKE!
YA
iPHONE5S
SMART
PHONE
CAMERA
WITH
ya!
AND
i’ll
show
ya
my
WAY!
SO
AS
USUAL
i
happily
and
DILIGENTLY
COMPLY
WITH
GOD
!
SO!
HERE
ARE
THE
PHOTOS
and
the
final
answer
GOD!
gives
me
after
instructing
me
to
take
a
nap..
and
a
short
walk
around
the
neighborhood
block
tonight..
provides
GOD’s
most
definitive
ANSWER!
IN
PICTURE
WAYS!
AND
THE
BEST
i
can
do
to
TRANSLATE
GOD’S
ANSWER!
IS
HERE
IMMEDIATELY
AFTER
THE
PHOTOS!
The point of Poetry..
Martial Arts..
and
Dance..
is to let yOur HeART
run!
FREE IN ART!
IT IS WHAT
ONE
DOES..!
IN TRUEST FREEDOM!
OF LIVING!
NO
W
!
Have ya ever noticed how poetic
Movie
Stars
sound
in
their
flow
of
words..
in
old
black and white
films
of
mid
20TH
century
sound!
MAYBE
NOT..
but
i
notice
stuff
like
that!
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINES
OF
SONG
OF
HUWOMAN
BEINGS..
WE
AS
AN
ENTIRE
SOCIETY..
YES
CULTURE!
AS
WHOLE!
TRANSVERSE
A
LINE
OF
HEART
OF
HUWOMAN
ART
IN
COMMUNICATION
TO
TRULY
CONNECT
TO
ONE
ANOTHER!
TO
COG
OF
ROBOTIC
MIND!
Before the advent of air conditioning
and
TV
tHere
ARE
seats
and
CREATIVE
CONVERSATIONS
TO
PAST..
THE
TIME
OF
TRULY
LIVING
TOGETHER
AS
HUWOMAN
BEINGS!
Losing!
THE
ABILITY
TO
SEE
AND
HEAR
EFFECTIVELY..!
i
have
the
most
deLIghtFul!
opportunity
to
discuss
these truths
of
life..
then..
with
my
94 year old
aunt
before
she
passes
away…
Ahh..
the
precious
commodity
of
being
huwoman
beings
i
find
then
and
now!
is
growing
lost!
GREATER
AND
GREATER!
AS
HUWOMAN
BEINGS
LOSE
THEIR
HEART
IN
PLACE
OF
CONCRETE
ANALYZING
MIND!
AND OH! MY GOD! MORE AND MORE AND MORE!
CHILDREN OF HIGH IQ TYPES
BEING DIAGNOSED
WITH
A
RECIPROCAL
SOCIAL
COMMUNICATION
DISORDER..
LIKE
ME
IN
MID
AGE..
FINaLLY!
SHEDDING
THE
DISORDER
AWAY!
ONCE
AGAIN
AS
WHEN
i
am
child
before!
the
age
of
school!
and
robotic!
mindS
take!
me
a
way!
from!
a
HEART
and
MIND
DEEPER
THAN
ANY
RIVER
i
know!
no
w
!
Well..
anyway
before
i
abbreviate
this
song..
i
have
to
share
this!
There is this young man who lives in my neighborhood
that in childhood..
will
ask
everyone he sees so many questions..
that!
people
inevitably
get away from him!
and say ah that kid he’s such a pest
he asks so many dam ‘stupid’ questions
like whose ya daddy and whose ya mama!
So
tonight
this young man
asks
me
how
much
is
the
Tiger in the back
of
ya
Passport
4
sale!
Well..
i can just tell him the abbreviated form and say
the
Tiger
means
a
lot
to
me!
It’s
not
for
sale..!
But
i really wanna tell that! boy
the whole story about my !
MAGICKAL!
TIGER!
OK!
FRED..
YOUNG
MAN..
AND
READER..!
THIS
IS
GONNA
BE
A
CHALLENGE!
BUT
i’ll
try
to
get
it
out!
by
a thousand words total here..
if
i
can!
My father works in Law Enforcement
for
46
years..
He is a tough dude guy..
i am a shut-in for five years..
i lose
my
ability
to
visit
my
tough dude
dad…
Last
Fall..
thank!
GOD
before!
he dies..
a couple
of
months
ago..
i
am
well
enough
again..
to
visit
him
once
more!
i arrive in his home
and
to
my
Greatest!
Surprise!
my
dad
a
widower
from
my
2nd
step mom..
has
GREATROOM!
FULL!
OF
GIANT
STUFFED
ANIMALS..!
IT’S
KINDA
LIKE
DISNEY!
LAND
AND
THE
TWILIGHT
ZONE!
ALL
AT
ONE
TIME..!
AS
ALL
HE
COLLECTS
BEFORE
IS
KNIVES
AND
GUNS!
FOR
60 YEARS OR SO!
AND
ALL
MY
YEARS
i
know
him
before
that
Magickal
Stuffed
Animal
Day!
that
PROVES!
MY
DAD
DOES
HAVE
A
SOFT
HEART!
BEYOND
THAT
STEELY
EYED
TOUGH
DUDE
EXTERIOR..!
LIKE A LION OFFERING
HIS
CUB
HIS
BEST
SHARE
OF KILLED
PRECIOUS!
KILLED
MEAT!
MY
DAD
SAYS
SON
PICK
YoUR!
CHOICE
AND
TAKE
IT
HOME
WITH
YA!
WELL..
THERE ARE TWO TIGERS..
RELATIVELY
HUGE
STUFFED
ONES
IF
YA WILL..
ONE
LOOKS
FAKE..
AND
ONE..
OH
MY
GOD!
LOOKS
REAL..!
HE
SAYS
HE
BUYS
IT
4
SEVEN
DOLLARS
AT THE FLEA MARKET
IN
HIS
RETIREMENT
HOBBY
OF
SELLING DIE CAST
NASCAR
MEMORABILIA
AND
i
think..
oh
my!
GOD!
i
LOVE!
TIGERS..
THAT!
TIGER!
IS
GONNA
HAVE
A
HOME
IN
THE
BACK
OF
MY
PASSPORT!
FROM
NOW
ON!
BUT YA SEE THE MAGICK PART
IS
PASSERS BY..
TIME AND TIME AGAIN..
COME
TO
FIND
THEY
TRULY!
BELIEVE!
THAT
TIGER!
IS
REAL!
IN
THE
BACK!
OF
MY
PASSPORT!
AND
THEY
ARE
THRILLED!
TAKING
SMART
PHONE
PHOTOS
AND
OH
MY
GOD!
i
meet
new
FRIENDS!
IN
SUPER WAL-MART
PARKING
LOT
AND SO MANY
OTHER
PLACES!
AS
THE
TIGER
IS
ONE
HELL!
OF
A
CONVERSATION
PIECE!
BUT
NAH..
MY
WIFE
CAN’T
SEE
THE
MEANING
OF
THAT
MAGICKAL
TIGER:(
SHE
REFUSES
TO
LET
HIM
HAVE
A
HOME
IN
THE
BACK
SEAT
OF
MY
NEW
TWO DOOR
HONDA
CIVIC!
SO THE TIGER WAITS OUT HIS
DAYS
OF
ALIVE
IN
MY DRIVE WAY
UNTIL
i
sell
his
home!
and
his life
is taken
away
in
my
back
bedroom..
like
me..
when
i
am
shut
in
for
5
years..
Yeah..
i
know..
i’m
at
word
1021
now..
it’s
time
to
go..
i
broke
the
poetry
rules..
but
seriously..
i
don’t
give
a
f**
fun!
my
heart
is
my!
heart!
and
the
stuffed
animal
magickal!
HEart!
of
THAT
Tiger!
is
worth
more
than
ALL
the
rules!
inA
!DAMMEDworldNOW!
@
!word!
!*NOW*!(;!1066!writenow!1066!:)!*WON*!
!Now!
if
i
can
just
pick
an
appropriate
song
2
accompany
thIS
from
my
HUGE!
YOU
TUBE!
LIBRARY!
FINISHED!
IS
WHAT
i’LL
BE
4
;)!1088!NOW!1088!(:
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KATiE MiA FredericK!iI 
Oh.. that tiger.. is that in the tank.. i seem to remember there were such things
Yes! Vintage Exxon..selling ploy for gasoline starting in ’65..at the time i loved the Dinosaur ploy by Sinclair Oil Company even more..collecting all their plastic dinosaurs..when imagination still ruled..and a whole play can be inspired..by a couple of plastic figures..in the back yard..i’m doing it again..in metaphor wRite here..now..the child i am then is once again..!2..:)!
ok…whole lot to chew on…pretty cool that you found your dads soft side…law enforcement is tough business…
and the stuffed animals make for a cool connection with him…what go i think god thinks of dance and art and poetry…
i think you have to look little farther than David…who danced and wrote poetry to understand that one.
Short answer is..
True..
smiles as usual..friend..:)
ha… continue breaking the rules… one and only wayyyyy
Thanks Desmond..i’ve learned to skirt the border..of getting me in real trouble..both at home..and as applicable to local..state and federal rule..and guess someday it will be international rules toO..as life goes on..and folks do learn to tolerate and accept differences that make the ENTIRE human race what it is..and of course smileS to ya 2..friend..:)
Hi Katie ~ I like the free flowing thoughts ~ Unfortunately your words & imagery are not keeping with our Poetics – We are writing inspired by Joel Robison’s photography ~ I will be deleting your link from Mr. Linky ~ Sorry about this but this writing challenge is very specific ~ Have a good day ~
Well actually I am inspired by the prompt and to use his actual photography is indicated as option not requirement.. But you designed the prompt .. So of course that interpretation may vary.. No need to apologize friend..I go with the flow wherever it takes me..:)
I can revert back to the mind of the technical writer and government regulation designer and discerner that is part of my work as a government worker for over two decades, as red tape guy, if you will, too.
I used five elements from the theme of what you write about in the dVerse prompt regarding the photography of this inspirational gentleman.
The first is breaking the rules of standard function and form when it comes to poetry, dance, and martial arts as art rather than science for a metaphor.
The second is passion. The passion of breaking through over two long decades as a cog in a machine of life in general; and yes, specifically, as I indicate here in government work.
The third is adventure. The adventure in finding excitement in the mundane of life; everyday in every thing I do with joy.
The fourth is incorporation of the Disney element in the song I used; not only for the main blog post, with Frozen, but also for the Lion King in perhaps the greatest passion and adventure I do in restricted link, in middle aged renaissance style straight male nude art; additionally including religious elements from the gnostic gospel of Thomas; definitely breaking the standard rule there of social norm.
And of course the fifth element is the photography I use myself, in perhaps the greatest element of breaking the rules, in so called secular life; asking God for direction; and God replying through synchronicity in God’s own way, providing the photography to inspire the words that come.
Now of course, where I totally fail is where I do the poetry before the prompt, but along with the sixth element magic; from the theme of the inspirational photographer; it is incorporated into the magical tiger, and reality itself; a priori, if you will, too.
Now at this point, whether or not you pat me on the back or not; I do that for myself; no matter what.
I learn the only way to truly survive this world, is to be my own parent, specifically father; as my mother did an excellent job of that; and my own best friend.
So after you provide this remark I do go with the flow; and celebrate over 2000 miles of dance walking in under a year at Super-Walmart not an element where the so called “uppity” folks play; and as always with the naysayers in life about any of my creative OUT OF THE BOX SPIRIT; IT ONLY PUSHES ME FARTHER INTO THE ELEMENT OF TOTALLY FREE CREATIVE SPIRIT; that in this case is the core soul of all poetry: dance. I did a remarkable job at Walmart with a crowd of folks videotaping me. Thanks. Sincerely, you helped to inspire that.
To put it more clearly, dear, I did not fall off a turnip truck. I did graduate with three degrees at close to the top of my class; survive over two decades in an incredibly multi-tasked job with the government; and survive for the time being, now, some of the documented worst case scenarios in modern medicine for a patient actually recovering; where there is no prognostication of that happening.
In other words, I am usually very good at following direction.
And also Lawyer material; and no actually I do not break rules that are logical.
What I do, is point out hypocrisy when I see it.
That my friend, is the fearless part of me; and usually why I don’t last in any social clubs.
I call it as I see it.
Yes, I make mistakes.
But today, is not that day.
I’m not sure what your real issue is.
But it is not this poetic expression; per the six themed elements listed above; unless you did not read the prompt; which is not a logical scenario to me, since your wrote it.
Have a nice day.
This if par for the course for me, so far in this life.
But no; I do not play golf.