Dog Day Afternoons of Ivan

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Dog Day Afternoons of Ivan.. Windy.. Sticky
Partners in Cooling and Coming Death
Friends.. Neighborhood Block PArties
escaping inside walls of heat
back to front porches with
neighborhood sharing
of food alike.. wHere
people rule over
cold heaRted
electronic
devices
without
eyes
or flesh
A Prayer
A Harbinger
Cooling
A bringer of Flooding
Death.. BUT a GREAT Force of
Nature with always more to say
than cold heArted devices
with little spiRit expressing
Humanity’s SoUl
BREEZE
EYES of IVAN’s TRUTH

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18 Responses to Dog Day Afternoons of Ivan

  1. http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/08/grandfathers-never-met-but-heard-and.html

    And as a LONGER 33 note.. Ivan is much MORE than
    THAT to me.. Ivan brings major
    change in life that will
    eventually bring
    walls down in life..
    destroying a
    work building
    consolidating
    a department
    of humans in few
    too rooms..a Navy
    Headquarters Building with
    a Wicked Witch of North.. East..
    South.. and West Winds.. where
    she dictates stress that becomes
    chronic for most.. and eventually
    almost death for me.. but
    THAT Kiss of Darkness..
    by Witch
    and Ivan
    alike.. truly a
    DARK gift that brings
    Forever Now Heaven to me
    Oh.. friends of
    dark.. both
    Leaders
    AND Flooding
    Winds.. No
    one enters
    A GreaTEST LIGHT
    without Darkness too..
    for me both Witch and Ivan Same..
    Saviors in Dark clothes.. a witches brew and breeze…

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  2. http://dversepoets.com/2015/08/04/poetics-dog-days/

    ^^^

    Mega-Busy day yesterday..
    but an awesome dVerse
    poetic prompt that i just cannot miss..
    be back later to read and comment on all..
    Dog Day Afternoons with a BIG sprinkle
    and Breeze of Ivan.. and Witch of hot Winds..
    are most definitely among
    God’s GreaTEST
    gifts for me..:)

  3. BIGGER Katrina Dog Day Afternoons

    Sitting in the OFFICE Storm of A Female Witch Captain..
    with a Bigger Katrina brewing out at sea..
    Ivan challenge past.. the potential
    future beyond imagination of
    destruction.. as winds move
    past 190 miles an
    hour.. IN EYE
    ENgulfing
    gulf..
    to MASSIVE
    proportions..
    electricity
    of human
    hair standing
    on end everywhere one
    goes as if the end
    of the world
    is really
    coming
    this time
    for sure..
    boardING up
    windows in
    sultry ending
    August DOG..
    days of 2005..
    wondering if this
    house will stand as
    the measure of Ivan
    tears the roof to shreds
    of shingles spread out
    in neighbor’s grasses..
    a veer to the left and
    New Orleans and
    Biloxi face a
    new measure
    of the force
    of nature
    in flooding
    death and
    destruction
    where Mississippi
    Harrison county
    county beaches
    dunes.. businesses
    and homes.. are wiped
    off the
    map with
    Biloxi casino’s
    swept away in winds
    of Nature.. with the
    human gamble of tempting
    Nature’s Winds of evening
    Earth’s heat.. close to
    coast.. tHere is NO
    restraint of a
    Mother’s scorn..
    to settle a
    score of
    heat
    of
    earth..
    and Katrina
    is A baddest
    Mother
    of HER
    ALL..:)

    And yes.. in the third week
    of August.. 1969.. 9 years
    old.. i go to bed..
    with a direct hit
    predicted from
    Camille.. A
    biggest
    baddest
    Mother
    of before..
    She takes
    a left turn..
    and if not who knows
    what will be of my life
    now.. or my family living
    on River Front life of low lying River waters…

    Until Hurricane Ivan comes.. Hurricanes excite
    me.. i wanna see the biggest baddest one
    of all.. so yes.. i’ve seen
    them ALL ENOUGH.. SO IN
    2008.. I TELL
    THEM TO
    GO TO HELL
    AND NEVER
    COME BACK
    HERE AGAIN..
    And no..
    they have NOT..
    come back again..
    HERE.. be careful
    what one wishes for or NOT..
    as bigger wishes of dark
    make greaTEST NIGHTMARES
    COME TRUE.. FOR OTHERS TOO…

    AND KARMA IS A REAL B88cH..
    WHEN NOT PROPERLY
    EXERCISED AND
    PRACTICED ALL
    NOWS ALWAYS
    NOW…

    Ah.. in greaTEST Summer
    Heat.. often flowers most
    Beautiful colors of ALL..
    Challenge..
    Nature’s Truth..
    And Bountiful
    Harvest in
    Greater
    Colors of LIFE..:)

    Ah.. Dog Day rooms with AC
    prison.. electronic
    devices.. often
    trap us..
    without
    Porches of Breeze
    and Connections
    of Flesh and Blood..
    in EyES of human Life…
    Twilight Zone comes
    Truth Inside of
    dark heArt
    dog
    days..);

    Yes.. what greater prayer of Art
    can tHere be than to
    create and reproduce
    LIfe as NOW for
    ART in all
    expressions
    of Nature
    comes
    in and goes
    out wITh..
    wHere Prayers
    of Connections
    Rule in A
    Cricket
    Song
    of Life..:)

    Yes.. Summer vegetables and fruit.. and all other
    stuff of food.. offerings ALL year-round..
    perhaps.. if the instant
    gratification of
    all year fruit
    and vegetables
    is not so easy..
    People might
    look forward
    to enjoying
    what
    can
    now be
    taken for Granted as..
    Instant Gratification..
    as well as enduring
    some HEAT to
    get BACK to
    KOOLER FEELINGS..:)

    Ah.. to feel the sweat of Summer on fruits of Tropics..
    oh.. to know the feel of play in child’s feet of
    wonder now.. in sunshine hands of joy..
    Where dog days forget..
    and children’s
    eyes stay.. Now..:)

    A play of sweat on a play of words..
    A soaking heart of spirit
    Expressing rolling
    Drops
    of Dreams
    in Soulight
    Summerbrights…:)

    Ending Dog Days of August..
    A Hurricane Ivan for us then..
    A Beloved Tall and Stately
    Oak.. felled by Winds Gone
    BY THAT never seem to end..
    Dinosaur Skeleton Bones
    Left as Rest of Oakless..
    Finish off to Stump
    by Oak cutter crew..
    AND now all types
    of plants and species
    Flowers.. as Well as Oak
    Thriving at Stump of Ivan’s
    terrorRing Winds of Change
    BrINGING New Life to Forest
    Root JUST waiting to BE TREE
    Thriving AlLIVing aGain.. NOW..:)

    Well.. in Florida.. Dog days
    begin in May and end in November..
    for a full 6 month stay in Dog Day way..
    and at the beginning of that May
    dog day stay.. IS Orlando..
    a convention of Beta
    Club students.. Nerds..
    sheltered life..
    false sense
    of courage..
    running down
    highway
    streets
    busier
    city than
    mine.. Fred
    meets car.. side
    impact through
    red light.. and
    from then on
    throughYEAR
    Senior.. i am
    referred to
    as CAR BANGER
    as i go over the top
    of hood.. bounce
    back ..make
    some dents
    and come
    up smelling
    like roses
    bruise free..
    i am a cat
    and i still
    have 8 lives
    left.. and on top
    of that I Loved this
    horrific story of ending
    not nearly THAT BRIGHT..
    PARTICULARLY THE SHAPES
    YOUR POETRY..
    DOES BRING..
    GLENN..:)

    Oh.. to feel humans as
    furry Dog DAY
    friends.. oh to
    be a Social
    Animal aGain..
    withOut
    Fear
    of Love..
    A Pets Death
    is most allWays
    a remindEr
    of WHO
    WE reAlly
    are as human
    Beings finAlly
    Equal in LOVE..:)

    Oh postcards of Life gone by..
    Oh life of postcards
    Come Life Again..:)

    Rains of Dreams..
    Rains of heArt..
    Reins of Humidity tracing
    Windowing Imagination’s
    Creativity.. Emotions Spiriting
    Dark and Light..
    Shades
    and Colors
    of in between Souls
    IS what Reigns most
    IN Summer Paned
    Memories
    of Lost
    and
    Found..:)

    Ooh.. wet sweaty summer feet..
    Sandy goo between toes no treat..
    Butt wait a feat of dance will start
    To beat.. when toes of fairies do
    Fly it varies in feathered bird beak..:)

    Moths sing wings of Summer dreams..
    Wings of Moth flutter nervously
    Without fright.. Dreams of Summer
    Never wait in realiTy of Wings
    IN Moth’s Song and Dance
    IN Air of fLight..:)

    Windows open.. River frogs rhythm bellowing
    songs of Dog Day’s humid grassy muck..
    Turn the pillow over.. and over.. and over..
    in hope of Kool relief.. AC finAlly
    comes.. windows close.. frog
    sound forgotten.. until
    i miss them.. and
    finAlly understand
    what i lose
    in bellowing
    croaks
    of Loving
    LIFE NOW
    in all the hot
    and cool that
    comes in for NOW..:)

    Ah.. to feel the heat of passion
    life.. is to taste the breath
    of heArts who
    still breathe..:)

    Ah yes.. a midsummer’s beach reflecting
    water.. white sand.. no forgiveness for
    whiter human skin.. so i go later
    in afternoon Summer.. to
    escape the Sun’s Rays
    of beach killing
    Summer..:)

    Yes.. Yes.. Yes.. the hotter the more humid
    the better i like it.. a challenge of living
    is better outside.. inside.. above..
    so below.. and all
    around.. FREE..:)

  4. Mary says:

    Your poem has painted a vivid picture of Hurricane Ivan. Glad to live outside of hurricane zone.

    • Hi Mary.. and i am so glad that Hurricanes.. have decided to stop coming since 2008.. in this neck of the gulf breeze coast.. and i hope it stays that way.. for the rest of my life.. and more.. but in Nature’s GOD’s eYes.. Hurricanes are a necessity to re-distribute the heat of the earth.. to allow more species the opportunity to survive.. as humans are only a speck of that totality.. where Nature rules over human’s wishes to live places still evolving as barrier Islands for good reason and purpose over human desires.. to collect.. own.. and dominate.. THAT Force of Nature.. that will have HER WAY NOW and after all human words and other expression of communication are DONE AND OVER WITH.. with smiles of course.. as that’s JUST A way it goes..:)

  5. kanzensakura says:

    You all get quite a different bit of hurricane than we do further up the coast. We never get the tropical storms either. The block parties sound nice, even in the sticky heat.

    • Oh so true.. Katzensakura.. the fierce parts of the Hurricane often come up the gulf coast.. and perhaps the saddest paRt of all the core meaning of what i write here.. is THAT is the first and last SUMMER DOG DAYS.. block party in my neighborhood.. and the first and last time that truly everyone comes together to get to know and FEEL EACH OTHER on a first name basis.. to find out who they are at heArt spiRit expressing Human soUL AS IS NOW..

      Yeah.. in some neighborhoods..
      folks live in prisons of their own makings..
      and i dance life to overFEEL THAT PRISON OF LIFE..:)

  6. https://decodinghappiness.wordpress.com/2015/08/05/knock-knock/

    ^^^

    Ah.. yes.. Himali.. a life of rich diversity and color is a life well lived..
    and the more friends one connects to the more they can be busy as well..
    And yes.. that is a price of a life well lived
    and exercised in
    PRACTICE..
    busy.. busy..
    focused..
    busy.. busy
    BES AND
    BIRDS..
    JUST Life’S
    IT aLLWays
    NOW with
    heArt and
    spiRit expressing
    SoUl as WELL OF course
    in Hurricane Winds
    of Human LOVE..
    WrITE ON
    COURSE
    WITH
    INTENDED
    WiNDS
    OF WORDS
    more FULLY
    EMPLOYED
    AS LIFE’S LIGHTHOUSE AlIVE..
    IN FLESH AND BLOOD CONNECTING
    Force ONE HuWOman with REST of Nature AKA
    GOD.. as human budding FLOWERS SPREADING LOVE LIGHT NOW…:)

  7. Glenn Buttkus says:

    With your trilogy of shorter poetics, & colorful weather maps, you have presented a very real dog day villain, & given us a treatise on living through a threat like hurricanes–like the people who live in tornado alley.

    • Hi.. my friend Glenn… as you know Hurricanes tend to grow from small droplets of heat fueled moisture.. to giant arms of winds.. with an eye in center that is totally calm.. as above.. so below.. inside and outside.. all around.. Hurricanes have the meaning of life too.. to grow in potential to rest when necessary.. and to be calm inside all the time now..

      And in my arms and hands.. Hurricane of Words.. haha!.. that yes tends to grow over time.. with focus and passion of winds.. as well as calm at the center that is the TRUE UNCONDITIONAL PASSIONATE TOUGH LOVE GENERATOR to make all of the rest a storm of what comes as life.. in balance ..of course.. over nows of REAL..

      BUT like every hurricane with an open mind.. it does its best to continue its path.. with one NOW.. expiration coming.. and a renewal of path at another place some other now of reality winds.. in path of living Life.. with Winds in Love of NOW..:)

      And oh no.. i will rather live in Hurricane Alley than Tornado Alley.. any time of now.. as one has an option to evacuate if one truly does not want to risk life.. with a choice of Hurricane.. that Tornadoes often do not give.. in sporadic fits.. of evening out the atmosphere of Nature in balance as well… yes.. i will continue to ‘Date Hurricanes’.. and stay away from UNPREDICTABLE TORNADO ALLEYS..;)

  8. Very effective how you created the shape in your poem. We are so at the mercy of the elements. Here it’s earthquakes and wildfires–and even the threat of flooding and mudslides if El Nino makes it to our drought-stricken area.

    • Thanks Victoria.. and so true on the elements of Nature we are at the mercy of.. and as mentioned with Glenn tornadoes here are much more concerning to me.. as in 1962.. my family relates survival in a bathroom left from a rest of a house swept away by the Great Tornado of Florida.. that strikes our town and kills 17 people then.. yes a once in a century event.. but something to be concerned with never the less…

      Truly though.. it is the cultural elements that concern me much more than any of Nature’s elements AS IT IS OFTEN elements of INSTANT GRATIFICATION that we see as pleasurable like vegetating in front of TV screens and screens in general.. our easy access to sugar and fats.. and a quick fix pill for almost every itch or pain associated discomfort.. rather than the challenges our ancestors easily meet.. in accommodating environmental necessity OF OBSTACLES for adaptation and change…

      Truly i love the dog days.. and the coldest days in Florida.. as it always means shorts to me.. from 18F degrees in the Winter to 120F Heat Index scales in the Summer.. i will always mix in Nature.. if FOR nothing else THAN just to ESCAPE a SCREAM.. YES.. that famous painting for THAT screen addiction.. just by itself THAT YES.. can eventually bring to a human being… in work and play addiction to the.. tools of human.. in screens.. to get the job of work or play done.. AWAY from what we are still evolving to JUST DO to MOVE.. AND CONNECT in flesh and blood ways with other human beings.. AND THE REST OF NATURE AKA GOD…

      Yeah.. the Zombie Apocalypse.. is a real metaphor of terror as science research shows that empirically measurable levels of empathy among college age adults have decreased 30 percent in the last several decades.. obesity greater reigns among adults and childhood ranks.. with studies suggesting that a third of school age children are pre-type two diabetic.. with half the nation of adults on some of kind of prescription or over the counter pain medication with a national epidemic of people hooked on stronger prescription pain drugs..

      As well as adults and children with skyrocketing rates of psychotropic drugs prescriptions mostly addressing chronic human social stress related somatic pain.. and emotional numbness in general.. OFTEN with A simple root cause of all of that.. of no longer flesh and blood socially connecting or moving continuously in a day that our hundreds of thousands of years FORAGER ancestors do as a natural component of surviving and thriving in CHALLENGES AND SUCCESSFUL ENVIRONMENTAL ADAPTATIONS TO intermittent reinforcement of the rewards of daily survival..

      With no sugar pressing screen addictions of monkey ‘cocaine’ levers to replace the stuff that makes us human as dancers and poetic singers of life.. in connection with others and the rest of Nature.. where Apollo is the standard instead of the myth for human accomplishment in life.. with all the other myths that relate that Truth AND LIGHT..

      Yeah.. i bring a Hurricane WARNING.. but it is one of a Hurricane of words moreover for THIS OVERALL nastiness of culture.. and NOT what Mother Nature brings for natural earthly balance.. as a Planet Alive and Thriving NOW WITH US TOO.. AS AN ELEMENT OF THAT.. IN BALANCE..

      But yes… there is already a movie that expresses that well.. as the iKUNG instead of iPhone humans see the planes going over head expressing THE ‘GODS MUST BE CRAZY’.. YES.. THE HUMAN GODS THAT RUN CULTURE ARE INSANE.. AND THE REAL SANITY IS IN HUMAN NATURE.. NAKED DANCING WITH OTHERS HAND IN HAND.. AROUND MIDNIGHT CAMPFIRE OF DRUMS AND MOONLIT NIGHT.. NO MATTER HOW HOT OR COLD IT GETS.. OR DRY OR HUMID.. HUMANS GENERATING THEIR OWN EMOTIONAL AND SENSORY HEAT AND KOOL OF CONNECTION IN THE TRUTH OF LIGHT IN NIGHT OF HUMAN EYES RADIATING LOVE BACK TO THE STARS AS GENERATORS INSTEAD OF JUST ABSORBERS OF THE ENERGY OF OTHER CREATORS OF LIFE..

      AND yeah.. my old Cat Arthur who can still jump to the counter for a treat at age 20.. BEFORE he passes away last Summer.. is a perfect metaphor for that as this cat who continues to forage for life outside and comes in for a break here and then.. for predictable subsistence too.. lives a life of sensual and emotional awareness of Nature.. and agility to move easily in life.. that our 9 year old cat who is only an inside only CAT without CLAWS knows and feels now as naps and pets.. with barely the ability to jump up on the bed.. he uses.. the night stand.. as an enabler now over functional cat disability.. as a result of living in and WITH the hidden dangers of instantly gratifying human culture..

      Yellow Boy.. stay inside too.. with Feline Leukemia.. but as 2 year veteran as feral cat with claws.. this cat is still alive with the Call of the Wild.. and can Feel.. Sense.. and Live THAT CALL.. even locked in a prison of home..

      I am a feral hybrid of so-called civilized and domesticated human now.. and my message is simply

      THE CALL OF THE WILD..

      AS TRUTH

      AND LIGHT..
      IN THE REAL OF
      HUMAN STILL
      EVOLVING
      TO BE
      COURAGEOUS
      AND KIND IN BEING LOVE..INNATELY..
      INSTINCTUALLY AND INTUITIVELY AS SUCH..
      THE GREATEST GIFT OF LIFE MOVING
      WITH BRAVE AND PASSIONATE..
      LOVE..:)

      JUST CALL ME
      YELLOWBOY2..
      AS
      I LISTEN
      WELL TO GOD’S
      CALL OF THE
      WILD
      STILL..
      ASWELLFREDNOW..:)

  9. Gabriella says:

    Your poem made me wonder whether neighbors only share food when a catastrophe strikes or if they are able to share generously no matter what.

    • Ah.. the human condition Gabriella on that is simple and true when sets of eyes in smaller villages range in the hundreds of homogenous eyes instead of millions of heterogenous differences.. humans continue to evolve for sharing and cooperation for survival as a social animal cooperative group of sharing caring eyes.. however.. culture is the virus that brings and end to the human heart.. expressing spirit as that emotional heart.. in a mind and body balancing act of being THAT IS FULLER HUMAN…

      Population explosions in Japan.. and technological support to live over humans needing each other to survive.. produces clean up crews now to clean up the remains of elders having no social connection in a city stacked high in skyscrapers like Tokyo with Lemming Humans stuffed in cans back to back.. never connecting in eyes of flesh and blood.. where dogs are becoming children.. and robotic dogs are replacing flesh and blood barks.. of Love.. and young people are no longer even interesting in connecting to physically produce the next generation at all…

      All a symptom of a sick species of Animal.. named human..

      When humans retreat into shells as social animals..

      It is a sure sign.. of misery and suffering

      and a harbinger for more
      of
      THAT to come beyond
      sadness.. if we
      do not come
      up with
      some kind of
      solution for change..
      i for one practice the
      change i want to see by
      connecting to the flesh and
      blood world tribe wherever I
      go in dance.. but that takes
      courage and determination
      to do that in Zombie
      sidewalks
      of cold
      moving
      eyes
      of Robot
      Feet..:)

  10. You poem has a wonderful shape both visually and verbally.

  11. This post is dedicated to the three young women who are brave
    enough to dance with me today.. for a full 30 minutes in
    Free-Style Ballet through the Aisles of Super-Walmart
    with smiles as wide as
    the UNiVERSE
    ISFREEASGOD..
    WE STILL
    CAN bE..
    AT ANY
    AGE..
    just move
    just move
    THE SONG
    and DANCE
    of poeTRY
    LiFE..
    And no.. I do not share
    my blog links with
    folks under
    the age
    of 18
    THAT is
    not appropriate..
    for obvious reasons..
    i bring the message
    in dance instead..
    and it works
    much
    better
    than
    words
    EVER
    EVER
    WILL..
    AND SADLY ENOUGH..
    THE YOUNGER FOLKS
    ARE most only THE ONLY
    ONES
    WHO
    HEAR IT..
    but that’s
    nothing
    new at
    all.. as history
    SHOWS NOW
    AND NOW
    AGAIN….

    But anyway with ALL this
    said and done.. i AM
    celebrating
    my 70th
    RAVE
    DANCE
    WEEK
    THURSDAY
    NIGHT
    WITH
    all the KOOL COLLEGE
    AGE FOLKS AT OLD
    SEVILLE QUARTER
    IN PENSACOLA
    FL.. with more
    fun dance
    photos
    coming
    AFTER
    3AM..
    as a prayer
    fulfilled for
    the GreaTest
    Blessings of Life
    IN JUST
    Dancing and
    Connecting with
    the TRIBE AS FREE!
    IN FLESH AND BLOOD..
    AWAY FROM THE WALLS
    OF THIS TWO DIMENSIONAL SCREAM!…

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