Prediction

In a break-neck chase a moose calf goes down
the grizzly bear devours,
hungry days follow hours of berries
voles, mice — wolves
stalk the bison that get away,
crows eat eggs in a robin nest
yet robins survive,
the green turtle lays eggs on a beach
swims off in the deep–
all creatures have a place they know
what to do, when not to
it’s we who are confused
as though we matter more,
we take too often do not give back
kill without awareness
of the little and the few we leave alive
we hardly love each other
how can we love the earth,
and since we’re the makers of our end
how much will it matter
to give more mention here.
In the larger picture, the flora and fauna
will go on, in fact they will do better when we’re gone.

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Death @ Green Lake, Seattle

Seattle Green Lake Public Library PoetsWest Reading 2019 Schedule

The 2018 readings were awesome with  Sierra Golden & Shankar Narayan starting off the year.  Claudia Castro Luna, Washington State Poet Laureate, read in October and many of the new features amazed us with fine work.  Poets Chris Buckley, who has been a regular at the reading will feature with Lola Peters from the AAWA.  Chris has a new book out.  Chad Sokolovsky (new book), Tara Hardy (new book), Ben Schmitt (new book), Bill Carty will all be featured and Sierra Golden, with her new book, will return!  In July, two San Diego poets, Jimmy Jazz and Micheal Klam will travel to Seattle to delight and enlighten us!  These two are not to be missed.  They will be something new for Seattle. 

All the featured poets for 2019 are excellent, exciting and entertaining.  There is always and open mic.  If you are interested in a feature, please send samples of your poetry, mention where you’ve read and if you have books in print:  Inquire via email @  raynroberts66@gmail.com or J. Glenn Evans @ https://www.poetswest.com/contact.php 

Here’s the latest featured Poets coming to Green Lake

All Readings start at 4pm and run until 5:30pm.  Get there early for a good seat! 

 2019

Sat Jan 12, 2019—Chris Buckley—Lola Peters

Sat Feb 09, 2019—Canceled due to Snow Storm

Sat Mar 09, 2019—Tara Hardy—Mike Hickey– Kendra Steel

Sat Apr 13, 2019—Cathy Ross—Chad Sokolovsky

Sat May 11, 2019—Melanie Reed— Benjamin Schmitt

Sat Jun 08, 2019—David Post—Terry Busch

Sat Jul 13, 2019—- ALL OPEN  MIC!!  No Features.

Sat Aug 10, 2019—Sierra Golden  &  Gaylloyd Sisson

Sat Sep 14, 2019—Cat Kigerl & Joe Greer 

Sat Oct 2019 12th — David Horowitz &  Francine Wall

Sat Nov 9, 2019 — All PONGO Poetry (Supporting At Risk Youth & Allies)

Sat Dec 11, 2019  —  Bill Carty —  Michael Magee

 

2020  

Sat Jan 11, 2020—Filled—Griffith Williams—

Sat Feb 08, 2020—Filled—Rajaa Gharbi—Bruce Taylor

Sat Mar 14, 2020—Filled—Oliver Amatist—Susan Landgraf

Sat Apr 11, 2020—Filled—Rayn Roberts—Kevin O’Conner

Sat May 09, 2020— Filled—Michael Dylan Welch— Jayne Merek

Sat Jun 16, 2020—Open

Sat Jul 11, 2020—Open

Sat Aug 08, 2020— —Sally Hedges-Blanquez – TBA

Sat Sep 12, 2020— —Sandy Yannone —  TBA

 

 

 

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Readings 2019-2020

More to come…

Open Mics:

1. The Creekside Reading, Woodinville, AUGUST  21, 2019

2. Bin41, West Seattle, August 23, 2019.

3. Columbia City Public library, Sept 8, 2919.

Feature readings:

1. April 1, 2020.   Duvall Poetry Group, Duvall Public Library:

2. April 13, 2020. Green Lake Branch Public Library 4pm Rayn Roberts featuring with Seattle Poet Kevin O’Conner.  Info & Map @ The Stranger

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I live in the Eye of a Hurricane.

Gun Violence & Other Madness

The cat chases its tail, the dog whimpers in sleep,

The heart skips a beat…

It’s not a nightmare, not a movie, a TV show.

 

Wake when you will, but where will you be, in bed alone,

In the den, your unknowing hand holding a gun,

At your desk starting at nothing?

 

It doesn’t matter—Looking deeply matters:

Unless you turn it inside out, look long at what you find

The mind eludes the eye of reason.


Recall the flowers of betrayal and delusion with merciful disregard,

Struggle all your life to save this dying thing

This beaten, bloody thing called love.

 

For the tail is chasing the dog,

The cat is barking in sleep, the heart is cracking

Hope is a Gypsy song rising over the ash of Auschwitz

 

Mad men rule the world—


And if they wake from a coma of hate, will they give a vision truth?

Will they feed the poor, give up peace?

When will your heart slow to a murmur and hiss into silence?

 

I want to say the cat is calm, the dog is happy, humankind is wise and kind,

But the cat is gnawing the cage, the dog is humming a dirge,
The good flower columbine was never a flock of doves:

 

Littleton, Kosovo, Dachau, Wooded Knee, Kabul, Santa Fe, El Paso:

Large extensions of the fist we use to abuse the children—

Where next the murder of the day, massacre of the week, 

Where next the World War?

The heart is failing, the heart is failing, there are no known donors.

 

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Parable of the Fisherman

for Sierra Golden

When the fisherman camped along the lake
an inner waterfall
spilled over him, how deep it runs
in blood and bone
the oneness of our kind
as if the heart posed the question
What then makes us different?
Not so much not even personality.
It’s extreme love and hate
the sea of emotions between the two
makes the individual unique
but the measure of humanity for him
moved more in one direction,
how much we care for others beings
no matter how they are–
It is written love your neighbor, strangers
love your enemies,
love and do as you please
but the man who inspired it later was a god–
The fisherman stopped thinking
took out the hook of doubt
sure as you or I he’d never fill that job
geared up his boat, brought home seven trout.

 

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If You Believe Everything You’re Told

Lightning can’t strike the same place twice, there’s a reason

for everything that happens

God’s got a plan

you may have been born with a silver spoon

gotta know some see some things

others don’t see at all, some never

see the seriously ugly things unreasonable shit reappearing

bad bent pennies repeating

Unruh Whitman the Night Stalker Son of Sam Adam la la Lanza

Aileen Wuornos Cho Seung-hui the Zodiac

John Allen Muhammad

we fear we fancy our killers

give them ways to thrill, make us

feel so sad so alive but oh we never

let go guns

would be UnAmerican–  they’re so much fun

they save lives

we use them to put meat on the table

like the Donner Party did

like Charlie Manson his family carving knives.

 

 

 

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I live in the Eye of a Hurricane.

 

 

The Tree

Buddha before enlightenment starved bony looking in the moment for a way out
the joy and pain the universal law at the center in the chaos in and around him
 

knowing we all wait under a spreading tree

the return of turtles setting eggs in sand

salmon roiling upriver to spawn

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sea lions   fleeing the orca 

And human life – cirriped on the fin of a whale 

ephemeral song in the ocean of space-time 

 

Glint on a globe severed head on sand bright knife blood on a terrorist’s hand– we know not when but live for one instant, Enlightenment–  

Love pales in comparison under a bodhi tree.     

 

 

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Everything I Own, a Dystopian Dream

My slut-desire for a bankroll of love, movie line wait for true romance
Hourglass heart running out of sand, twittered intention to end hunger,
My cell phone ringing mass murder, Buddha-delusion to heal the mind
Prophetic wisdom on a fool’s errand, tabloid wish to be some super hero
Dildo desire to fuck Mr. Trump, glittering cities on buffalo bones, soul
On the altar of power and beauty, Alt-Right nose up the low racist ass
Anarchist answers to old questions, disaster aid on misanthrope Visas

Our house of cards with the usury windows, big wheels claim to Jesus
Monitor heads blinking with cancer, a Starbucks cup full of dead poems
Sex Pistols fist on a Mozart cock, pornographic priest with his boy stars
Pig hooves on the backs of the poor, bump car pillows, insomniac beds
Kids in mind numbing debt– but is there hope for us? Toxic rainbows
With peak-oil pots, the Religious Right making ISIS tanks and bombs
Saintly ideals with demonic halos, yes, we are great, the new Babylon.

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The poem above first appeared on Poetry Super Highway: http://poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/2018/02/poetry-brittany-shea-rayn-roberts/