Rocks on the Road: Selected Poems by Marleen Rita Duckhorn
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Marleen Rita Duckhorn
Flapping Soul, Words in Verse is Marleen Rita Duckhorns tenth published collection of poems. Her topics are as varied as one might expect from the active mind of such a prolific writer, but in this book she mainly focuses on the different situations and aspects of the soul itself. She is bold at times, speaks her mind and can be humorous. It is the strength that gives her work appeal and makes her voice worth hearing. The topics in between make for an engaging read with just the right use of phrases Duckhorn has a special knack for. Her style is singularly refreshing. You will feel like she is talking to you, it is believable, and truths are told. She exudes in her work a passion hard to deny. Her use of meditation to muse in on the subjects at hand is quite obvious. This reflects upon all her close observations on any subject she writes about. This is the poets favorite book and she hopes you enjoy it too.
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Rocks on the Road - Marleen Rita Duckhorn
Copyright © 2009 by Marleen Rita Duckhorn.
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Dedication
Dedicated to my high school English teacher,
Mrs. Francis Lea,
And to Wolfman Jack, my radio mentor.
Acknowledgment
I would like to extend my gratitude to my
husband, David H. Neidner, for his love and
support; Asilki Jones, for her typing and
dedication to the project; to Gerald Hebert
for his cover photography; to Dorothy and
Ed Severson for their encouragement and to
my four cats for not stepping on the papers.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 1
Sky Poems
Lunartarians
Lunartarians are people
Who only eat the moon.
They will do it any old month
But mostly March thru June.
They say they eat it
Because they despise its light,
Or the way the moon
Controls every changing tide.
They will wash it down with red wine
Or drop it down their throats,
Like a cracker wafer glides
Full-phased or curved like boats.
They will sip its light off a spoon
They chew it fingernail-sized—
It always comes back ready to glow
Much to our surprise.
They still sustain themselves,
These lunartarians meals find.
The portions may be gigantic
Even taken one bite at a time.
They fall back in their chairs so full
While the moon’s reduced to cliché dimes.
If they eat too much it might be printed
In the Los Angeles Times.
They all become quite fanatical about this
They go moon-hunting with their moon ray guns—
Tuff luck,
shouts back the moon-lit-zing
Avoiding all the gluttony the moon takes off and runs!
Bright Future
There is a bright future in all our eyes
When the unknown lies so certain
In the caves of our surprise
We have to bare this beast each and every day.
Hatred may try to override it,
Love can try to pry it out—
With liniment in our eyes
A kindness soothes our sight.
Patience and tolerance arm in arm,
Sweet lanterns turned on so bright.
You Told Me
You told me to wait
For the golden cow
I said, "I’m not giving milk for free
And marrying, no how."
You told me OK go and find him
Or some day you’ll be alone.
It doesn’t matter anymore to me.
If you’re grazing in your final home
You told me you thought
You had already won my heart
Because you had sang a song to me
About some fact we’d never part.
I mentioned you failed to tell me
One important thing,
Along with the song you would also
Make the lyrics so both of us could sing.
I did not see the final product
That would perpetuate that myth,
The wanting, needing paragraph
Where you say you love this one you’re with.
More importantly the words sauntered,
Rather than moved expectantly,
Toward the same good notes and chords
Never taking for granted our intimacy.
When You Love Rightly
When you love rightly
Hate’s ways never thrive.
The hearts layered lightly
And one of the levels arrives
It comes in on the rail tracks
Like a love train sped
And tracks down the lover’s
Route, all along you’ve lead.
Spy
Spies, spies!
Interrupt the day you cry!
You’ve always got a peeping Tom neighbor
Gunning you down on your side.
You have the right to privacy
But that’s two doors down the hall,
A step into your car and speeding off
Ten miles away you call:
Hey neighbor you can’t see me now
I’m not there to bug anymore.
You’ll miss the way I came and went
But you were a snoopy bore!
Sit Down
Sit down and take me away with stories
Say one of them from the olden days of your glories.
Saturate my regal brain with a tale or two
Sit down I’ll uncover my ears so I can really hear you.
Too Many Artists To Mention
Whisper songs, whisper songs
Gently breeze into my ears the past.
Let me wander in the sixties music
Play the tender songs that will always last.
I’m recording now to never forget
The magic times we all had.
The syndication of all the sounds reel
Like ‘Sally Go Round the Roses,’ glad
I’m so mystified by these recordings,
How many ways bands expressed themselves
Like they were possessed with creativity
The Wolfman made our songs bliss shelved.
Kind margins of so many lyrics
Kind stories and images they conjured while,
The folly of the stunning best still gratifies
Oh, the ‘ever gentle’ Glenn Campbell style . . .
Dog Ear of the Universe
About the pages of the old Universe
Are they opened up for grabs?
If you think it’s all your little chapter
You’re just a dog-eared page God had
For old God created His lineage
Cosmically written yet it is absurd,
For you to think you’re more than a mark in time
Your ignorance is worth a million words.
Crepe Paper Planet
Fragile as a papier mâché globe
Puncture it when you scold
The rougher spots are mountain’s mole hill
Your thumbprints are the river folds
Clear there in outer space
The setting is in the chased dome.
The moon plays catch up
And the stars rent sky rooms.
The delicate world we all live
Margins like butter on stale bread.
A little surface for our feet to roam
And a sky to dream and bump our heads!
Third Chakra Skits
Life reels up from low chakra to high
High chakra answers all the reasons why.
When those ocean waves become
The shoreline of your mind
Real sad gulls swarm about the heart
And toss in all their scraps.
The third chakra seems to react
A bit just like a trap.
The verses from this chakra
Live in wonderment.
The abandoned chakra explains
Over guests and an after-dinner mint.
There is some truth of energy
Described from stages of the self.
The colorful realms of affection
Will balance on life’s chakra shelves.
The top chakra is reachable
And white light is allowed,
When you’ve motivated yourself
By the cause of taking heaven’s vow.
As The Earth Becomes
A Globe of Offense
The offensive earth
No magic armor to shield its wealth,
No legs and feet to run away,
So it merely takes offense and holds progress at bay.
The mortar isn’t blindfold,
It feels the cement plowed—
The factories and pollutions
Earth can only feel appalled.
Perfect Picture
The sea touching the desert
By nature’s well-adept hand.
Painted perfectly for wisdom
But the price is high for a cleaner brand.
The perfect picture isn’t perfect
Until it has reflective skies,
Mirrored by the retinas
All throughout the working man and woman’s eyes.
I’m Blest While The
Night Lets Me Sleep
All these questions
What do we sacredly keep?
Isn’t sacredness a stale pattern
Breaking apart the plain ocean’s reef?
All these questions
Why do we contemplate
Or go below to deeper waters
Or above where birds relate?
All these states of consciousness
Remake us day by day—
We can stay fresh or turn stale
By keeping worry out of the way.
Ah! How The Darkness Wanes!
Ah how the darkness wanes
Grasps us nevertheless.
Oh how the clever night
Severs us apart in death
From the flaming star
Of perpetual brightness, alas!
While the picture-perfect night
Has caught us believing its dying breath.
Visions Of A Black Night
Why can’t the visions of a black night
Love all our lights?
The love is empty, second-hand
From a pigeonhole place we fight
We long to explore all of it
This emptiness of space.
Why can’t the visions of a black night
Become so internalized not displaced?
Why can’t the margins expand
Beyond our shape and size?
Our breath held by candlelight
Blown out by realms beyond our eyes.
Encouraged By Villains
A goodness in our nature
Subdues all evil’s style.
There is a neutral place for victory
And contemplates a villain’s smile.
There are those people of Aquarian nature
Who try to befriend everyone;
Never try to befriend a villain
They are always on the run.
Good and evils are backwards words
So primitive both have two vowels aside
If they bought rings and became married
One would blend in by day, the other night would hide.
Call Daylight A Miracle
The plight of day is a living miracle
And so true of all our sight
But blind people can see as well
It’s just in a different light.
The light for them has shades of