Poetry, Plays, Prose and Song by Ana Daksina
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• Ed Smith
• Edward Ortiz
You keep the poetry alive!
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Recorded Reading (1:07): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/q61ffdqfna4q1ddotdgus/Seeking-Credibility.mp3?rlkey=5gt0ibziimq0937nkse3xz9fl&dl=0
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Seeking Credibility
Let it not be said I sought
Notoriety
For any purpose but to birth
To what readership there be
That of much more than my mere worth —
Redeeming poesy
Thanks and a tip of the hat to WP’s Kelly’s Quest.
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When you do things from your Soul, you feel a river moving within you, a joy.
~ Rumi
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Funny thing, too: No litter anywhere else in this whole beautiful park…
Repair work going on in the little park power station, too.
Go figure.
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Recorded Reading (2:26): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/tgbzfod66h6mbb4ioppsb/Expert-in-Sorrow.mp3?rlkey=ah9jw1327g60kd8r3m264vd8d&dl=0
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Expert in Sorrow
Over seasons, over years
I’ve waded through a million tears
There’s small hope of bringing me to
Despair I’ve not already viewed
Partaken of, and made my friend
Its message brought within to lend
Itself to the sum total of
This vast uncondit’ional love
And that of anyone pays heed
What comes of it for them to read
I am an expert sorrow in
Most records may not e’en begin
In depth, degree nor yet amount
Hope for a fraction to account ~
Unless you have lost everything
The smallest pleasure to you bring
Over and over again
With no good notice, more, and then
When you present yourself unto
Those who say they have love for you
Excruciating made to know
How far that false love really go ~
Unless much of your life you’ve gone
A balancing support upon
Spent too much time confined to bed
Yet found a way to lift your head
In successful self defence
Nor paid venal deference
To those who thought their hay to make
Easy advantage of you take
You have no room for feeling smug
Unless you’ve walked past urban thugs
Somehow between creating peace
Enough decide you not to fleece
Of shoes, of clothes, of money, of
Your willing or unwilling love
The entire time keeping to
A moral code central to you
Allowing nothing ever sell,
No gentle falsehood ever tell
When you the pressures calculate
Sufficient make me to abate
Requirements your commitments for
Which, new reviewed, you now abhor
Seeing some advantage more
In other than you said before,
Remember that if down it come
To which of us will first become
Unable hardship function to
It won’t be me, it will be you
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No museums.
No evening strolls.
No coffee with friends.
No friends.
What’s she doing?
Guarding her (now windowless) van and every earthly possession.
Night and day.
All night and day.
Listening to sounds of hatred.
Being made fun of while she takes a poop.
• Litter left at the poet’s van yesterday afternoon as she paused for less than two hours of privacy, all the way out on Aramon off of Folsom Boulevard (what city is that)?
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Driver Alert
Remember this when slower cars
Your own prepare to pass:
It’s at your most vuln’rable moment
That they tend to step on the gas
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Not only are exceptionally filthy litter piles popping up along Broadway and in Midtown ~ especially on windy days ~
~ but the poet is starting to see the creative stolen-shopping-cart-arrangements typical to this predator as well.
Don’t forget, folks ~ BLAME IT ON THE HOMELESS
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This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.
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Recorded Reading: (2:04): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/xhw9zattr4lw6olbfv84z/Writ-Persuasively.mp3?rlkey=eixhdwte4bds2fxysw0955s0u&dl=0
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Writ Persuasively
When a poet writes of sorrow
Reads as there were no tomorrow
Worth trouble of striving for,
Nor the day itself much more
When a poet writes of joy
She so much gladness doth employ,
Unkind readers seem to see
Disingenuous naivete
When a poet writes of rage
Words burn right up through the page
With the incandescent heat
Of she one knowingly mistreat
When a poet writes of love
Seems naught else ever she thinks of
Than silly sighs (which sickening
Heaves to jaded readers bring)
Then, when she gets more suburban,
Writes in language grimly urban
We feel that she means us sorrow
Her mere presence trouble borrow …
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Time you were up and around!
Wonder what we were up to last night?
Enjoying that toxic release?
Eyes watering? Nose running? Good, good.
Please, please, PLEASE pick up your device! I want to see those tears through your hacked screen!
THERE they are!
Ahhh… It’s another BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!
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This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.
Arts patrons may visit http://www.UgiftABLE.com , using code #72D-31S, or choose to donate by personal check. It will take about two weeks for the poet to be notified of your patronage.
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Troubador of Verse 