And a few vids on youtube.

It must be because the summer is soon to end and people scurry to finalize their plans for the fall that many of our poets are in reflection and have felt it necessary to make statements of purpose as well as statements of belief.

We hope you enjoy this week’s unusual offerings from Word Threads:

I LOVE
BY ELOY CAMACHO

I LOVE AS A FAMILY.
I LOVE MY MAMA
I LOVE MY FATHER
I HAVE DIFFERENT SORTS OF LOVE
I LOVE WHAT I EAT
WHEN I GIVE, I LOVE
I LOVE MY NAME
I LOVE EXACTLY
I LOVE MY FRIENDS
WHERE I AM, I LOVE
I LOVE MY FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE
I LOVE LIKE A BROTHER
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“When You Hear”
by Eloy Camacho
WHEN YOU HEAR, YOU OFTEN FORGET.
BUT, WHEN YOU LISTEN, YOU REMEMBER
THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE

WHEN YOU LISTEN YOU KEEP IN MIND
GOOD MEMORIES FOEVER

GENERATIONS HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY
TO SHARE

I PRAY FOR – FOR GOOD WISHES AND BLESSINGS
FOR THE HOLY FAMILY

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“Others”
by Eloy Camacho

OTHERS, SOMETIMES, ARE WEIRD AND STRANGE.
ITS HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY. I THINK BECAUSE
RELIGION IS AT THE HEART OF EVERYONE AND EVERYONE
DOES NOT AGREE ABOUT GOD.

SOME OTHERS ARE VERY NEGATIVE AND SCREW OTHERS.
CRISIS DRIVEN ONES, SCARED ONES, AND EVEN HOMOPHOBICS

ARE PRISONERS BECAUSE THEY

CANNOT EXPRESS UNDER THE RULE OF ALL POWERFUL
ENFORCERS..

BUT, I STILL LOVE, NO MATTER WHAT, IN MY MIND AND HEART
EVERYBODY ARE BROTHERS ANS SISTERS. SOMETIMES
THEY HURT MY FEELINGS, BUT I’M STILL LOVING.

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THE KNEW SEASON
BY JOHN LITTLE

THIS SHOULD BE THE SEASON OF WHICH ALL WILL SAY, THE WORLD WAS CHANGED.
WHERE ONCE WE JUST SAID ‘LIFE’S A BITCH’
NOW, ALL IS RENEWED, THE PAST BE DAMNED.

THE TIME REQUIRES A BRAND NEW SEASON WITH
CRAZINESS REPLACED BY REASON WHERE SUMMERS WARMTH

AND WINTERS COOL WILL MERGE AND FORGE A BRAND NEW RULE.
AND ANCIENT WRONGS WILL BE PUT RIGHT.
MOTHER NATURE HONORED IN ALL HER MIGHT.

Empowerment – Uhm. . . . .

by Mary C.

Empower me once homeless

Empower me now still alone

Empower me with friends of note – for freedom of thought

Empower the homeless

Fortify your infrastructure, Delonis!

Put money into internet connectivity

Empower the homeless so they know to search

Online for jobs.

Empower HOPE – show

HOPE is doorway of bright sun & strength

Empower our homeless women with safety

Provide them security with a place to be

Alive within

Empower our newly freed men

Captured by law supercilious

Men society named prisoner

Empower men and women with name and family

Who love and suffer

Shackled to city walls

Empower my community

All in residence homeless

Homed – Ann Arbor

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Mary C wrote:

the table word clip said,  ON  MY  OWN. . . . .

PAST  GIFFORD

AND THE CATSKILLS  OF MY BODY

MEMORY,  ETCHED  SCARS   THICKENED

AS    PATCHED   LIKE   THE   FLESH  PINK   OF  MY  ARM….

WHITE    STITCHED   TO   BLURRY

FLESH   SKIN  OF   SKIN ,  MY   ARM ,   MY  SHOULDER   BLADE  TO  BREAST,  SOFT  GIVING,

SEARING   EMBOLDED

HARDNESS  OF  ROCK   ECLIPSED  MOUNTAIN

SHADOWED POCKETS    FOR  FOOT

FOR  HAND    GRAB   A    HOLD

PULL   ME      PUSH  ME     UP

AS  MY   ASCENT  IN JOY   ENFUSED,

ENLIVENS     ALL   THAT  IS   TOUCHED   BY  BRUSH   BY  STOKE

by   COLOUR    ALL   THAT  IS   EXCLAIMED

SHEARED,    UTTER    BEAUTY   TO  THE   EAR    OF

GOD………………………………………………..REVERBIATE

the  rIPPLING    ECHOES    OF    WIND     OF   ANIMAL,   OF

SCORCHING  SUN

VISTAS

TREES     ALONE,    TREES

FORESTED TO   BLUE

EXPANSE…..

BLISTER SPREADING

CLOUDS     INTO    LIMESTONE   CAVES

FOSTERED

FRESHNESS

DROP   TRINKLE

DROPS  OF   LAKE   SMOOTH

WATER

BUBBLED OXYGEN  OF  FISH

SPEAK   THE  AQUATIC   IN    THE

SKY,      MISTAKE,     RE-DRESSED

BY    GIFFORD’S   MEMORY   OF   MY   SCHOOL

THE  RIVER   LAIDEN  STURGEON,   FULL  GROWN   TO  PCB  DEATH

A  FLOAT  BUT  NOT  TILL  AFTER   MATH  OF  SPAWNED   EGGS

THE  TOMORROW,  THE  SLEEPY  HOLLOW,   THE  SPREADING  WATERS  OF   THE  FUTURE’S

SAMENESS,  SCHOOLED  BY  THE  JENNIFER  REEVES  OF  THE  NOW   THE

HUDSON    VALLEY   PAINTERS     IN    NATURED   MAJESTY    OF   BLACK  CROW

Wow! Can you believe it?  Today is Tuesday, July 17th, 2012!  The Ann Arbor

Summer Street Art Fair is about to be unleashed upon us all, so happily!  Yet,

heat rules each day of the fair; so,

Be cautious in your dress and gait;

Move smoothly and slow;

Be kind and smile all you can!

Drink water!

Take short rests!

We think these brief tips might help you avoid sunstroke!

on Wednesday, July 18th, 2012 the first day of the 2012

Ann Arbor’s  Street  Art  Fair.

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Our poets seem to have taken their summer vacations a little early this summer;

so, forgive us for having no new poems to post last week!  Today’s entries,

hopefully, will make up for where we were short on the 10th of July, 2012.

Today, Tuesday, July 17th, 2012, love has taken hold of Ann Arbor; exemplified,

by this week’s poets who have been more than generous in their offerings, via

the editor, to SESHAT, the Egyptian Goddess of the written word

Al Boomer, for one,  has authored a ‘Blessing Poem” for me to give to SESHAT

by way of first allowing all readers to interact with his poem by re-naming

their own sweet-heart’s in place of gentle Peggy, Al’s own special one.

“A Name Changing Poem”

Thankfully Blest

‘A woman fills her life with many hopes and dreams’

Growing from many different things.

“On spirit filled days, her spirit will arise way up into

The clouds.”

And on her working days she deals with many

Different crowds!   From Springtime  until

Winter, Seasons change through out the year.

But, one thing that shines constant is her

Uplifting cheer!  Peggy  is the woman I’ve

Written of, so dear and always, Thankfully,

Blest whenever she is near.

Alfred L. Bommer

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“From Al”

Blessings from Above

Upon a wonderful dream

you were sent

to me, before we

met”;.

A glowing vision I know

in my heart

You were heaven sent.”

Blessing my days and

even my nights

with your glow, in my

heart, shining ever so bright.”

As we walk hand

in hand, I promise

to hold on to you tight.

All of  my days and

all of my

nights.

Alfred L. Bommer

7/18/12

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Mary C. wrote:

ART FAIR

OPENS ON

WEDNESDAY……………..

Magic has a

definite day and

time to begin -

Dig this!  It begins

on Wednesday,

tomorrow, July 18th

at 9:00am.

Do you dig this?

You don’t have

to bring anything

BUT,  your body,

spirit, and open Mind!

You get it!  Open

your eyes to

the open

channels available

to all……

Color, lines,

textures, smooth and rough

devoid the darkness -

Light can’t be stopped.

Dig this!

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Poem II

by Mary C

Edgar can you

hear me?

Al sang about

you, just now

Said you had the

mystery all wrapped up -

Said pre-cognition is

your way -

Understand the

natural way-

Thats what Edgar says -

let the stars

Above be your guide

As Edgar sleeps so does

the earth

Dig this – as Edgar

says -

dream

and

dream

As in:  Be one

with all time -

Move with centuries

as they cross in a seconds

glance -

And discover your

message as sung by the

Angels,  as Edgar’s

stories tell……  -

so, they told Al.

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Alfred L. Bommer and Mary C. collaborated on the following poem

“The Moon”

“The moon far above

twinkels all through the

night.”……………

Amen, brother, I see

your sky, held floating

yellow, white, and cool

cool blue planet like

MOON –  Faint, a celestial song

begins to beat……

(any reader who’d like to add a few words of their to the poem Al & Mary C.

began, please feel free and make your additions under the “comments” section of

our website!)

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The following two poems by Kristjàn Kogerma 734-662-2829. ….albeit, not

written specifically to honor SESHAT, but to another ancient who is best

identified by Kristjàn, himself:

Kogerma 1

Two Poems Dedicated to BASHO

(BASHO was the best Haiku master who travelled around Japan in the 1700′s)

(A special game written, don’t often deal in)

by Kristjàn I. Kogerma, MA

signed by Kristjàn I. Kogerma

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I   Japan                           II  HEL

I   Japan

Who was the last Samurai?

That cannot be spoken of

Who was the Seventeenth Samurai?

Only the bones in the graveyard know,

And the winter wind whistling through

Crisp, brown leaves, and the male cats fighting over their women

II  HEL

GW had an exorcism.

All’s well.

Rosemary had a puppy.

That Satanic bitch.

(Keep in mind this is perfectly

written vesper English language image

and dark humor of soldiers of all sorts)

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Folks! Thanks to all for your reading of the quiet words here spoken in

great strength and passion by the homed and homeless of Ann Arbor

Afterwards, at around 1-1:30 p.m. we’ll have a picnic/barbeque in West
Park. The bandshell was already booked, but we’ll have instruments
(guitars, keyboards, small percussion things), and hopefully a
microphone, so that we can do an open mike. Yes? Yes!

I will also put up some pictures of a couple of plantings
actions there soon.

DIVIDED   A N D     P U T      D I S T A N T,      F R a n c i s    B A C O N       P u T    T O     P A I N T

Put putty to your hand

Any figure mis-shaped

Does slip    Does     shift …………if f f f T I n g

Until cold sets firm,   The Flesh…….

How long is flesh

Warm clay to eyes?

Flush pinks  Fade   the yellow

Cheek ,     soon      white.

Raw Muscle________bULge   PURPLE       tight

Tightness

Inescapably, a Fixed canvas,    drying.

Sweat bleeds……………………I Can Not

b r e a t h e

Likewise,   thirst    un-quenchable

Is a Phase of   being       A L I V E

The   cataclysmic,    ir-replaceable

Stillness,    Fluttered    by      sudden

Attraction co-joined in putty

Did I realize that    muscle

Has  a    voice,       it     does

Compiled    dis-sonnance    pulled

To   lulls,     held    gently

To   the    next                  b r e a t h ……

Backs widen out as    all

V e r t e b r a e     s o u n d     owl   like

In the blue black skyness of the midnight H O U R

Putty to your hand

Put putty to your hand

Any figure mis-shaped

Does slip     Does      shift       if f f f T I n g

Until cold sets firm. The Flesh…….

How long  t h e     flesh

Warm clay to eyes,

Flush pinks     Fade    the     yellow

Cheek,   soon     white,

Raw Muscle________bULge        PURPLE     tight

N E S S     ess

InescapablE,   a  Fixed    canvas    dryS.

Sweat bleeds……………………I Can Not

b r e a t h e

Likewise, thirst un-quenchable

Is a Phase of   being          A L I V E

The cataclysmic ir-replaceable

Stillness, Fluttered by sudden

Attraction co-joined in putty

Did I realize that  muscle

Has a voice,   it     does

Compiled    dis-sonnance    p u  l  l   e  d

To   lulls,    held    g e n t l t y

To the next b r e a t h ……   I     b r e a t h e   as

Backs    w i d e n     out     as       the

V e r t e b r a e     o f       a  l  l               sounds       o   w   l         like

In   the    blue   black    skyness   of    the    midnight     H O U R

* * * * * * * * * *

JUDY    B – W    writes:

Put putty to your hand

Any figure mis-shaped

Does slip , Does shift if f f f T I n g

Until cold sets firm. The Flesh…….

How long is flesh

Warm clay to eyes

Flush pinks Fade the yellow

Cheek soon white

Raw Muscle________bULge PURPLE tight

Tightness

Inescapably, a Fixed canvas drying.

Sweat bleeds……………………I Can Not

b r e a t h e

Likewise, thirst un-quenchable

Is a Phase of being A L I V E

The cataclysmic ir-replaceable

Stillness, Fluttered by sudden

Attraction co-joined in putty

Did I realize that a muscle

Has a voice, it does

Compiled dis-sonnance pulled

To lulls, held gentlty

To the next b r e a t h ……

Backs widen out as the

V e r t e b r a e sounds owl like

In the blue black skyness of the midnight H O U R

* * * * * * * *

MORNING FROM ONE   TRADITION INTO 

ANOTHER  is  never  easy.    Even

Moving  from   one   side   of    town

To another is hard;  so,   moving

From  the  other  side  of  the  w o r l d

M a y    be   incredibly  difficult.

On May 31st, I attended a

Funeral  at  an  Orthodox  Church.

It  was  beautiful,  the  chanting-and 

The people were so sad  to   loose  such a

Wonderful  m o t h e r     and    s i s t e r.

Now the children,  grown,  a r e    living

In another country,  h a l fway

Around the    w o r l d     from their  childhood.

They had a life 

There  that  was  prec a r i o u s,   e n d a n g e r e d,

And now,  they  are,  by  i n c h e s  and

Minutes,  fashioning  a   n e w     way  of   life.

* * * * * * *

Art helps us figure out what our lives

are like. When life seems only

“normal,” we may find out that “normal”

is just one way to live. There are

many ways to live and “normal” is sometimes not the only way.

* * * * * * * *

ART IS P O L I T I C A L – FRANCIS B A C O N     SHOWS THIS IN HIS

Preparations for painting a     p o p e.       When

Did this Pope live?     Was this Pope weak or

Powerful?       We wonder about these questions

While wanting to run from this p a i n t i n g.

JUDY    B – W continued on to write………..

Michigan is where y o u wait

a minute

If you like the weather.

Yesterday was wet

Today ic cloudless, and windy and cool.

Two days ago it was h o t and d r y.

Tomorrow is a question.

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just because Mathuzala wrote so poignantly on June 5, today, June 12^th, we publish again:

I miss you . From the time we

departed, I never found a partner like you….

Even I mis miss you whenever I see my friends’

Partners and I have not. I miss you

I miss you when I remember all what

We passed through.

Please come back so that I can stop missing

You. I miss you 2 4 houra when you are

Not around me. I miss you when I’m

Thinking about you all day long.

It’s unbelievable to say that I all ways

Miss you eventually when I see my friends’

Partners around them all the time.

PARTNERS WITH LOvING WOMEN

AND BABIES RUNNING. YOU

PARTNERS MAKE ME MAD

BECAUSE…I never expected such attitudes

from you partneRs

I could not believe that you kind of partners

until it’s absolutely discovered that you are

ONLY MISUNDERSTOOD,  BY   TH  HIGH  NOON  MOOD  OF  TODay.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * 

/

by Judy B-W

Art is what we want it to be

Art can show us what

Words can’t say

Installation art is here

And gone. Will it remain in

Our minds after it is gone?

Can art tell us something we

Didn’t think we knew?

Or tell us something we didn’t

think we wanted to know?

Art might be writing, art could

be painting, art could be in

A studio or downtown in the city

* * * * * * * *

May 22, 2012

by Judy B-W

Art is what we want it to be

Art can show us what

Words can’t say

Installation art is here

And gone. Will it remain in

Our minds after it is gone?

Can art tell us something we

Didn’t think we knew?

Or tell us something we didn’t

think we wanted to know?

Art might be writing, art could

be painting, art could be in

A studio or downtown in the city

* * * * * * * *

Land

by Judy B-W

Is it dirt? Is it rocks? Is it mountains?

Is it where we farm and should there bed fences?

Is it where we walk and should it be

Concrete, cement, gravel and tar?

I grew up traveling to school on streets

Of oyster shells. Is it oyster shells

That should cover land?

Land is where huge trees and forests

Used to be. Michigan was huge

White pines where sunlight was hard

To find, a few generations before.

Tulip trees are veryt tall trees that little

birds lived in flowery tops – Is this

Where land is? Was it like this? Willq/; it be

Like this?

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