19980102

Leave A Stone

2. Jan. 1998



The grass
is there
and I
am aware
of the
growing
pains Young
is the
person
who forgets
Age is
discovering
that I
am not
here anymore
Gone with
the leaves
as they
green, grow,
fold and
fall
Arch
the way
to my
heart and
leave a
stone to
remember.



Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Leave A Stone, Original Date: 19980102 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170822.

A funeral for a Jewish person where the grass is just as important as the life of observer and the end of days. Leaving a stone on the grave for respect.

Keywords: #AlexNuttall #Poetry #OgFOMK #Stone #Mortality #Death #Life

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19980101

Justice Is A Big Series of Drunks

1. Jan. 1998



Just when the booze wore off
Another has begun, anew
And the crew has swabbed the
Deck only to have it roosted all over
Once more
And the city lights die down
And dusk creeps into
This old poem written again
It will blow away again,
Amen.

Love found soft shoulders
To rest its head, good bye,
To die again in the pillow,
To die again by ones side,
This is all
That had to be say
And now no more, et al.
To be in the hands of justice
Drunk more and more, amore,
That this old poem
In her hand
It will blow away again;
Amore.

She told me forever, forever
Forgotten now among the blooms
Of flowers that are picked
And they only wither,
What good is love’s
Burst and pleasure
To leisure itself to sleep
And this old poem that is my Friend
It will walk away again
To keep,

Justice has been done.

Drunk Man with Cat
Drunk Man with Cat


Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Justice Is A Big Series of Drunks, Original Date: 19980101 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170811.

A slow song in the head of a drunken man that has no music only the words. A distant reflection on the love stuff. Another rhythm that calls again and again. Circa: 1998. We are not really sure when it was written.

Keywords: Drunk, Poetry, Love, Amore, rhythm

BABOONIVERSE

1. Jan. 1998
By Alex Nuttall - Bio


I am finding it difficult
Wheezing and breathing in the wind,
Of the morning,
Nostrils conquered with dust
And a fever grows ever
Gruesome pains that deliver the Me
Into the hands of liberty-gone-bad.

The handsome soul
Now sounds its way into the
River and bends its ways to and from and to,
Into,
For to,
Beyond,
Recon…
Revolutionary instructions will be given
Later on, my brother…
Later on.

Short ways to meaninglessnessess
And other messes
Of mans occupation in the
Babooniverse.

This is the teaching of the birds that are like owls screeching
And supine around;
The corroborator eats its way through the
Atmosphere
And the General Lee is still on his pedestal.

In the Babooniverse this is what makes
Us all one,
¿Comprende, No?

Oui Oui!
No, Poo Poo.


BABOONIVERSE
BABOONIVERSE

Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: BABOONIVERSE, Original Date: 19980101 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728.

BABOONIVERSE - Not to sure about the date. Last copyright was 1998. Breathing is just part of life, but in stressful situations it becomes the measure between life and death. Babooniverse represents the monkey man glorified as he thinks of himself in revolutionary terms

Bo-Bop-Da-Re-Bop

1. Jan. 1998


When I wrote before
I could open the door
And say hello to my mind
Being very unkind
It did what it did and I had to let go
Of all that I thought was right
Dynamite in the light the horizon is
Forgotten
Look at the people all looking at me like
Drive-by killings that secede
Some governments,
All for the sake of Humanis
Homo Homo Sapiens Erectus;

And the Blue jays still taunt me.


Cyanocitta-cristata-004
Cyanocitta cristata


"Bo-Bop-Da-Re-Bop" was a title Alex gathered from an old dude he knew working in construction. The dude's name was Snake Doctor. Alex is not really sure what date this poem was composed. The hard copy is circa 1998. -- ED

Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Bo-Bop-Da-Re-Bop, Original Date: 19980101 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728.

So Protests the Protestant


01 Jan. 1998





In School,
High School,
I Decided
To Be A Poet;


So I did not pretend to be anything else,
My life grows and I get older now,
I am still playing the game,
I can’t spell,
I can’t rhyme,
And I can’t pay all of my bills…


Oh, look at me!
The poet who is;


One small step for me 
and
Years of cleanup 
for
the
Next Generation
of
Punks and pundits;


Sometimes the ground is the same,
I am dealing with some people who are a lot
Smarter than me –
A whole lot smarter;


But this is my life
and
When I die
They will all be gone.




Protest, Red Square,  Moscow 2012 © Alex Nuttall
Protest, Red Square,  Moscow 2012 © Alex Nuttall



As always the poet Alex Nuttall is using hindsight to clarify his stretch in the run of life. This poem breaths with the panting runners aches and pains. The run is not over so when this was written in 1998 it was just another move to push the runner on. Experts call this the internal locus  that motivates.

The title is about being raised Southern Conservative Baptist. Baptists are from the Protestant side of Christianity. By this time Alex was calling himself Buddhist but he started to embrace his rejected upbringings as well.

We are not quite sure when in 1998 this was written so chronologically it goes on January 1st, 1998. Just for fun.

Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: So Protests the Protestant, Original Date: 19980101 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2017 – Retro-published 20171201.

#AlexNuttall #OgFOMK #Poetry #Protest #Protestant #Poet #Death #Life #Christianity #Buddhism

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