Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Glob Glue

Glob Glue

Every time day-to-day
troubles try to pull
me away from you,
sweet Nature
brings me a few memories
that make me feel anew
the lifeline between us
where sadness, and joy,
and our souls intertwine
to make a bond
beyond life and death
that can never be broken.

Once, a wise man
called it 'The bridge
across forever.”
You and I, very happy
to see the fun in all things,
stuck our tongues
out at each other,
and called it “Glob glue”

Dewey Dirks

Friday, April 18, 2014

Echos and Reflections

Echos and Reflections

The past and the future
are walls we each build
around ourselves trying
to keep warm, dry and happy.
Now, all men are short
when compared to time
and so our only roof
is always Natures own sky.

Talking to the past behind us
we hear only an echo
of where we are right now.
On the wall ahead of us
we put a mirror.
Looking to the future,
once again we only see
a reflection of what
our hopes and fears
are right now.
We plan for the future
based on the echos
we hear from the past
forgetting that the only
time we ever really have
long or short,
is right here and now.

The walls we've built
won't keep out stormy weather
but we all ought to know
beyond trouble forever follows
good times because the sky
is filled with starlight
on clear nights,
and we can always find sunshine
when comes passing
the blue sky day.

Take care that you don't
spend so much time
looking at reflections
and hearing echos
that you forget to notice
today because that's
the only place
you and the sky
ever really are.

Remember that
if you allow yourself,
you can touch paradise
even in the worst of storms
and if you obsess too much
with echos and reflections
you'll miss knowing joy
even on the brightest of days.

Dewey Dirks

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Publishing News

Hi folks, I have a few bits of news today. First, I'm happy and honored to tell you the same Occupy Wall Street that published me a few days ago has posted up another couple of poems I've written. Here is the link: http://www.occupywallstreet-byplatlee.info/clear-water-river-and-wanderer/


The second bit of news today is that a blog called “Our Poetry Corner,” has posted up a piece of mine. I've appeared in so many anthologies and on so many sites now, I can hardly keep track of them all. Here is the link to Our Poetry Corner: http://ourpoetrycorner.wordpress.com/2014/04/14/ten-years-to-loveby-author-dewey-dirks/


Finally, one of my readers has translated one of my poems into Greek and made a video poem of it. My work seems to flow very well in Greek :) Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dW-QsySBkc


I'm very grateful to all of these websites and people for posting up my work. Thank you all very much. D.D.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Purpose

Purpose

I don't believe life
has a single purpose
to which we all
have to aspire.
Nature has gifted us all
with the right to choose
our own purpose.
You can do with your life
whatever your heart
and mind desire.
Personally, I've always
made my relationships,
the pursuit of knowledge,
and using my creativity
the things for which
I strive most.

I think I've chosen pretty well
because one of the things
I've learned along the way
is that how deeply you love
those near to you
and all the world around
seem to matter more and more
to you as you grow older.
I've noticed as well that
those who spend
their lives creating
with their minds, hearts and hands
seem to be more satisfied
as the years roll on.

I've also noticed
over the years
you never see someone
at the end of their days
who says, “Well, to hell
with all my lousy kids
and my five marriages,
I'll die in peace because
I made a boat load of money
and I owned a Mercedes Benz.”

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Wildflower Free

Hi folks, I'm happy to tell you that my newest book, “Wildflower,” is available for free for a very limited time Be sure to drop on by Amazon.com and pick up a copy. You definitely won't be disappointed. You'll have to hurry as the promotion won't last long. Here is the link:  Wlidflower on Amazon.com

Friday, April 4, 2014

Clear Water River and Wanderer

Wanderer

I've been asking questions
all my life.
'Been wandering
since I was a kid.
I've climbed the highest
mountains I could find.
Rode fast and low
on the straightest desert roads
all alone moving one hundred miles
in an hours time.
Read the words of great souls
deep into many nights.
Talked to people crazier
than peach orchard squirrels.
Talked to people common as dirt.
Talked long, watching the sunrise
scores of times, with someone
as rare as a winged forest cat.
Talked to the wisest of men.
Crashed and been burned
more than once
only to stand again.
I've learned
and I've learned some more
until I knew
next to nothing again.

Rest easy traveler.
All roads lead to where
you want to be
when you're not sure
where you are going
and only remember
where you've been.

All you gotta know
is how to love
like you did
when you were five.
All you gotta be
is satisfied.
All you gotta do
is look at the world
through the eyes
of the child
you have always been.

Dewey Dirks



Clear Water River

Don't be fooled,
time is not the tick-tocking of a clock,
but rather the empty spaces in-between.
It doesn't wander its path
with precision cut,
sharp-edged marching steps,
nor does it only move slowly when you
are impatient and quickly when you
are enjoying yourself.

Reach deep inside
and touch time with your soul
where it meanders naturally
as the now-quick, now-slow
clear water river through
which we all swim.
There, it will move very
fast to help you
over steep, rocky mountain sides
and through rough patches in the road.
There, it will slow way, way down,
edging along drawn out long,
smooth and very quiet
to let you savor the moments
spent all alone at the kitchen table
or with your lover and best friend.
Find these and you'll
remember time
as you knew it
when you were a child.
Like so many truths, my friend,
time is relative and moves
to the colored rhythm of your soul.

Dewey Dirks

Friday, March 28, 2014

Wlidflower Featured

Hi Folks, I have some excellent news :) I'm honored to say my newest book, “Wildflower” has been featured on the “Moxie Girl Musings,” blog and the “Kisses, Caresses, Whispers in the Night,” blog by romance author Amber Lea Easton. As you may know, “Wildflower,” is a small book of poetry about my late wife, Elaine. Please visit these blogs and read about my book. If you like what you see please leave a comment and buy the book.  Here are the links:

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

One Song and Conspire

All One Song

Different people,
different creatures,
different music.
All one song.

Dewey Dirks



Conspire

If you let her,
Nature will
conspire with you
to become the best
person you can be.

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Growing

Growing

I can feel a
great storm coming
beyond the horizon,
said the tree to its leaves.
I know there will be
mighty winds, cold weather
and a torrent of rain
soaking deep
into the ground.
But I know as well
the storm will clean
the Earth Mother,
and freshen all the air around.
And I know
that if I survive the storm,
after all is done,
I will have grown.
To accept completely the life
the Earth gives to you,
you must accept as well
the storms that come your way.
The beauty of life
is not that there are
never difficulties,
but that everything,
good, bad, or in between,
by nature, carries sustenance.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Evolution

Evolution

21st century civilization
is a giant, heavy
rolling wheel.
The status quo has
a strong inertia and will
resist changing directions.
To change our course,
the combined power
of all the knowledge
in our minds,
all the love in our
combined heartbeats,
and all the willpower of
the soul of humanity
are required.

21st century civilization
is an old house near
the end of the street
with holes in the walls
a leaky roof, and floors
that need replacing.
To get it back into shape,
a lot of remodeling
needs to be done,
tearing out old and broken pieces
so they can replaced and renewed.

Mankind often appears
a mess only because
for the last eight thousand years
Humanity has been a change
in the changing
---Just a single moment
on the time scale
of the lifespan of a species.
A good deal of chaos
and disorder naturally occurs
in order to fuel our evolution.
We must strive for a golden age
---A big change at an ideal pace.

Don't trust in the opinions
of the ruling classes.
They have become blinded
by greed for money.
They don't have as much
of a clue about what needs
to be done as you and I do.
The character of all our cultures
and of our species
are not defined by the ruling few,
but rather by the aspirations, hearts
and minds of the people.

Mankind is a caterpillar
making a cocoon at the end
of a spring adventure,
soon to reform ourselves
into something new.
The way our cultures
organize themselves now
are not as they will emerge
in the future.

Have faith in nature, my friends.
Have faith in the future.
Our Earth Mother
knows what she's doing.
Take care to strive in your life
what your heart and soul
lead you to do because
they have the strongest connection
to the heartbeat of the planet.

Dewey Dirks

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Wildflower

Hi folks. I'm happy to announce my new book, “Wildflower” is now available as a kindle book on Amazon.com Wildflower is a collection twenty love poems written about myself and my wife. It follows our life together over twenty-one years time up until shortly after my wife’s death from cancer in twenty-thirteen. It is a heartfelt chronicle of a couple living, loving, and raising a family together. The poetry in Wildflower is written straight from the soul. It is full of moving, intimate, song-like verses and is certain to bring the reader to tears of both joy and sorrow. All of you have a very good day, D.D. Here is the link to the book on Amazon---

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

I See You Now

 
This is a poem from my new book, “Wildflower” Hope you enjoy it

 I See You Now

When we were young
we used to say to each other
that when you die
your soul goes back
to the Summerlands
to live with the Earth Mother
in the rocks, the sky, and clouds
and the leafy green trees.
Now, we both knew to believe that
but back then they were
only so many words
we told each other
around the table
to comfort ourselves
the loss of our loved ones.
Until today...

Today I saw you there
lingering in the pearlescent light
of the sun coming
through the window.
You filled the room
with a love song
and I filled the room
with tears of joy.

I walked outside
and I heard your voice
in the gusty wind
rustling through the trees.
You were there
waiting to meet me.
I heard your laugh,
I heard your lilting voice,
saw you raise your colors,
heard your rebel creed,
and yes, the tears
of your sorrow too---
all part of white spring clouds
and the deep blue sky
all around me.

They say each soul
is a limitless eternity,
that in life we each
condense like drops of water
into the confines of our bodies,
and that when we die,
we cross the blue doorway
to become once again,
part of the timeless time
of boundless infinity.

In the darkness
we traveled through
you taught me how to see
the unfeigned shine
of the sun, the moon,
and the stars filling the skies
with the breath of light.
Now I know how to look
and I see you now,
as you once and always were.
A single drop in a vast ocean
and the whole ocean itself,
singing the songs of life
along with all eternity.

Dewey Dirks

Monday, March 10, 2014

Play

Play

I sat for awhile
in the back yard today.
It was a nice day out.
Not too hot, not too cold,
white clouds, blue sky,
and a nice, gentle breeze.
Nala, our rottweiler puppy,
who is now roughly the size
of a horse, kept bringing
me a ball that
she was playing with.
I kept throwing it
for her to chase
and thought about how
really, really good
it feels to play.
So, I spent the next hour
looking at the shapes
in the clouds.
One of the first things
I saw was Snoopy

Dewey Dirks

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Listen

Listen

When you despair
sit for awhile
where it is quiet.
Don't hang
your head so low.
Stop your mind
from digging a hole.

Listen to the sounds
of the city.
Hear the song
of humanity.
It has a beauty
all its own.
Listen to the wind
in the trees.
Hear the melodies
of nature.
They sing a grand
and ancient song.

Look around,
there is a panorama
of living things
all around you
forever playing out
the great drama of life.
The Earth and all
her creatures
together have
a luminescent lullaby
of their own.
As you pity the myriad
of small creatures
because you believe
they cannot think,
they pity mankind
because so few
among us know
how to listen.

Dewey Dirks

Monday, March 3, 2014

Types 101

Types 101

They say
you meet
the same
fifteen people
wherever
you go.
Take the time
to look around
and you'll
find it's
mostly true.

Two kinds
are especially
rare.
Some kinds
are lazy.
Some are
obnoxious.
Some are
artistic.
Some sorts are
very friendly.
Some are
superficial.
Some talk loud.
Some kinds
are quiet.
Some
always complain.
Some types are
dull headed.
Some are very
intelligent,
and some
aspire to
big dreams.

Now, I'll talk
to most
anyone
for an hour
or two,
and I'm
pretty friendly
wherever I go
but the years
have taught me
certain types
of people
and I
don't mix
too well
while other
types
of people
I'm always
glad to meet.

Of all those
types, you'll
likely only
ever meet
the first
thirteen,
and the
six least
progressed
types are
just about
the only kinds
they put
on the TV.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Not Anymore

Not Anymore

My baby
has been passed on
two months now,
and, I think,
it's only been
in the last few days
that it has really began
to sink in.
She's not coming back
anymore.

I'll never again look up
from the computer
to see her grin hello
as she walks in the door.
We'll never again
have long talks
at the table
over hot coffee and tea,
no, not anymore.
Never again
to hear the smile
in her voice.
Never again
to feel the gentle touch
of her hand.
Never again will
we be outside and notice
the full moon up there
in the sky at night.
No, never again.
Not anymore.

No more errands
together joking
and laughing at
the signs as we
drive across town.
No more
of all the small things
that she always did
to brighten my day.
No more cuddles
in the afternoon,
and again
late at night.
No more kisses
No more I love you's
lilting like the notes
of a song from her lips.
Never again.
Not from Laino,
no, not anymore.

Her soul
has been to visit often
of this I'm sure,
but I am greedy
for her touch
not only in eternity
beyond the blue veil,
but here in this world too.
And here, alone at the table
I take a drag on my cigarette
and reach for her deep
in my heart,
only to find
a gaping hole there.
She's not coming back.
No, not anymore.

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Outlook Twenty-Fourteen

Outlook Twenty-Fourteen

We all live
in quickly
aging cultures
where many
work-a-day
people have
a much better
eyeball on
what is
important in life
than the people
who are supposed
be running
the place.

That's because
as the ruling classes
have become
ever more intrenched
in the delusions
of amassing
money and power
they have also become
ever more detached
from compassion
for their fellow man.

Such problems
have long faced
human cultures
as they have grown
larger and older.
While several societies
around the globe
have lasted for
thousands of years,
the successive governments
that oversee those cultures,
grew so creaky with time,
that they underwent
major re-organizations
periodically.

No large scale
human government
has ever been able
to last more than around
four hundred years
without grinding to a halt
and requiring
major reorganization
and repair
in order to rid it
of excessive corruption
and unjust indifference
towards its own citizens.

Here in the early 21st century
societies all round the globe
are facing similar problems
with corrupt and unjust
governments
badly in need
of reorganization
and repair.
History tells us
the weight of their
own corruption
and indifference
will cause them to fail,
probably sooner
rather than later
considering
the damage
they and the corporations
they work for
have been wrecking
upon the environment
around us.

Humanity
is a very resilient
and adaptive species.
We will, in all likelihood,
survive the ineptness
of our existing governments,
but the institutions that
currently rule us
will all probably fail
sometime during
the next
one hundred and fifty
years.

The resourcefulness
of humanity
and the hope,
love, compassion,
and common sense
distributed widely
among mankind
will soon have
the opportunity
once again to build
better governments
for ourselves.
Help us Earth Mother
to succeed
in the work before us.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Expectations

Expectations

It is very easy
to get tangled up
by your desires
when you expect
something important
to happen
or when you
want something
very much.

Such things
have a way of narrowing
down your point of view
until all that you seem
to be able to see
or think about
is the object
of your desire.

When this happens
you need to sit down,
relax, and remind yourself
that life will not end if you
don't get what you expect.
There is very, very little
that ever happens
in your life that is worth
all the undue worry.

The ability to be able
to keep your expectations
in perspective is a true
mark of spiritual maturity.
The advantage
of wanting and needing
only a few things out of life
in order to be happy
is a sure sign
of considerable
spiritual strength.

Dewey Dirks

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Thunder Storms

Thunder Storms

A wise man once said
that it is not only
the thirsty
who seek water,
but the water
seeks the thirsty
as well.

This is why that within
our cultures there are
a vast cornucopia
of ideas many of which
seem to conflict with
one another.

Nature is compassionate
as practicable to all
even those with whom
most disagree, so that
even for people
whose time has past
and whose ideas
are passing away,
life eases the transition,
with just enough events,
songs, and art
to soften a bit, their pains.

So when you are
bothered by the
terminally
nationalistic
chantings in
our mass media
or by the rants
of those who
who would have us
discriminate against
our fellow man
remember,
nature and mankind
are on the move
to a new kind of life,
and those are old attitudes
whose time
is passing away.
You know, thunder storms
howl the most
just before they
are gone.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Touched The Moon

Touched the Moon

Last week
believing I could,
I reached out
and touched the sun.
Believing I could,
last night
I reached out
and touched the moon.
Today I look at the world
with eyes that see
beauty in everything
from the smallest beetle,
from every tree, bush
and green patch of grass
to the bird that sings
every morning
just before dawn.
From the small
gestures of strangers
to city lights at night,
I am forever grateful
and I know
it's not the world
that has changed,
but my sight

Dewey Dirks

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

NSA Spying

In honor of the Feb 11 protests against NSA spying on citizens, here is the poem “The Spark” Please share this around

The Spark

Hopeful as a lighthouse beacon
On a hurricane killer sea
Vengeful like a Kansas tornado
On an August night seethe
Powerful as an earthquake
In the city of Angels on mid-summers eve
Forever too small
For the big boys to see

Angry as a rap riot
Pounding out deeds
Sounds like Led Zeppelin and Cinderella
Or a Beethoven symphony
It’s on the breath of old farmers, children, and artists on fire
It’s in the passion of sailors just back from the sea
Tonight it sleeps with you and I
In spite of homeland security

Has coffee every morning
With code breakers hacking Windows XP
Stayed with the Jews at Masada
And the Lakota at Wounded Knee
Spends a lot of time in intifada city
Where it never dies
But often is the last gasp of those who are free

It can break the heavy chains of God
Keeps dying men alive
Lets blind men see
When Uncle Sam has a policeman in every pocket
And he shows us what to see on the wide screen TV
I’ll still see the spark in you
And you’ll still see the spark in me

Sometimes it’s the only survivor
When come packing the dogs of tyranny
Spark is the light in the wise mans eye
When he says ‘If I didn’t believe in love,
I wouldn’t believe’

Dewey Dirks

Monday, February 10, 2014

Be An Ocean

Be An Ocean

Be an ocean,
my friend.
Be both gentle
and strong.
Let your words
and deeds
be nurturing
---a cleansing bath,
with touch easy
and true,
yet be ready
to be the storm
when comes time
to clean house.

Be tender,
be patient,
letting things
happen
in their
own time,
yet be ready
to take
the initiative
when others
lag behind.

Be simple
as water
made only
of three atoms
yet within you,
carry the supple
springs of life.
Be an ocean,
my friend,
both gentle
and strong.

Be as deep as all
the rolling seas
knowing
that within
your being
you keep
a vast cosmos
of ideas, emotions
and ideals alive.
Be an ocean,
my friend,
both gentle
and strong.

Dewey Dirks

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Expectations and Adventure

Expectations

It is very easy
to get tangled up
by your desires
when you expect
something important
to happen
or when you
want something
very much.

Such things
have a way of narrowing
down your point of view
until all that you seem
to be able to see
or think about
is the object
of your desire.

When this happens
you need to sit down,
relax, and remind yourself
that life will not end if you
don't get what you expect.
There is very, very little
that ever happens
in your life that is worth
all the undue worry.

The ability to be able
to keep your expectations
in perspective is a true
mark of spiritual maturity.
The advantage
of wanting and needing
only a few things out of life
in order to be happy
is a sure sign
of considerable
spiritual strength.

Dewey Dirks


Adventure

If you look
always at life
as an adventure,
the thrill of living
will never
leave you.

If life no longer
appears to be
an adventure
to you, change
your attitude
and look anew,
because
good, bad
or indifferent,
peaceful or full
of mayhem,
life is forever
an adventure.

Dewey Dirks

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Bluebird

Bluebird

She was a very pretty young woman
with a young son at home,
makin' do as best she could.
She was just struggling
to find her way and get by.
She'd been through
some pretty hard times
with an ex-husband
who had a bad turn in the army
and came home
refusing to treat her right.
She told me as we sat talking,
“John, I've got to pull myself back up
and get on with my life.
'Get back to my art and my writing.”

Her spirit was a bluebird,
flying high and untamed
in an endless summer sky,
and I could see a powerful magic
in the bright spark of her eyes.
I knew, even if she didn't right then,
that come what may,
she would find a way through.

'Said to her,
“If you believe
the wide screen television,
all you gotta do
is drink the right beer,
get a few tattoo’s,
use the right toothpaste,
and buy the right brand
of pick-up truck.
Do this, they tell you,
and life will be perfect.
Buy lots of stuff
you don't really need
with money you don't really have
and everything will all fall
right into place for you
and you'll be a resounding success.
Now, anyone with half a brain
knows that's all a scam
and a big pile of horseshit.

I took a drink of my coffee
and went on,
“Invest time, instead, in your son
and in your family.
Invest in those whom you love
and who love you back.
Remember, true love begins
only when two share
what is deep in their souls.
Everything before that
is just practice.
Invest time in your own creativity,
in your own art, writing and music.
Invest in the voyage to discover
the world inside yourself,
and in your long journey
out into the world around you.

Invest time in books
and in the great thoughts
of those who came before you.
Trust always the voice
that speaks from your heart.
Remember to laugh
at yourself like Red Skelton.
Let the child that you are deep inside---
The one who plays peek-a-boo
with the work-a-day world,
come out and romp in the green grass
and make splashes
in the puddles when it rains.
Remember to notice the sliver moon
high in the sky at night
and always keep a look out
for beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

Invest, your time, my friend,
in people, emotions, ideas and ideals.
As all the years roll on by,
you'll be very much happier for it.”
She went off to think for a bit.
When she returned,
she poured me some more hot coffee,
then she smiled and said,
“Thank you much, John.
I think you've inspired me.
Hold on for a minute
while I find a pen and paper.”
I smiled back and told her,
“I'm just returning the favor.”

Dewey Dirks

Monday, January 27, 2014

Don't Need Much

Don't Need Much

Give me sunshine
and a good rain,
clouds in the sky,
beautiful sunrises
and sunsets
and the moon
and stars to see
in the velvet night.

Give me
a good conversation
with a stranger
every once in awhile,
a few good friends
to chat with
from time to time,
and my family to care for.
I'll be needing my dog
to meet me at the door,
and a cat or two
who like my lap.

I'll need a roof
over my head
that doesn't leak
too much when it rains,
a bit of food
in my belly each night,
and some clothes
for my back.

I'll be needing
and a few good books
to read now and then,
my computer
with a passable
word processor
and a game or two
for my work
and my play.

With these few things
I'll figure
I have a hand
that's pat.
I don't need much
to make my days
happy and content.

Dewey Dirks