Lullabies and Legends

Hi folks :) I'm very happy and honored to tell you my newest book, “Lullabies and Legends” is now available on Amazon.com for immediate sale. A lot of people have been asking me for another book of poetry and this is it. Here is a sample poem and link to the book. It is available for reading on all the current devices like Android phones and tablets, PC's, Kindles, iPhones and iPads. Make sure to check it out.

Dancer

Las Vegas is a brightly shining city

That never has any time to sleep

You never really know

Who you might be talking to

Or who you might happen to meet

There is a little place called Palladium Station

Out in the suburbs of that big old town

If you go down there on a Wednesday night

you'll find Jessie tending bar

I used to drop in to see her

Have a drink and chat from time to time

One night when it was kind of slow

Jessie said to me,

“'Years past I was a dancer

In a brightly lit chorus line

I learned from one of the best there was

She had high hopes for me

We had a lot of mutual respect

I used to really sparkle up there on the stage.

I used to really shine

I had a hope or two of going even farther

'Had a hope or two of having even more

Of that diamond time

But, you know, life is what happens

While you're busy making plans

I got a husband and two children

And had to leave that chorus line behind

Now I only dance to teach a few kids

Over at the dancing school”

Jessie stopped to draw a guy a miller

When she came back she smiled and quietly said,

“There's times in the dark of night as I fall to sleep

I wonder what might have been

If my life had turned out differently

And a little more like I'd planned”

I said, “I am a writer

I make my art with a pen

Jessie, you're an artist too

And you make art with your body

Like an antelope running across the savanna

Or a tree moving gently in the wind

They say that art is its own point for happening

And improves upon the beauty of the world

Like the stars in the sky at night

Or a sunrise in the morning

Painting the day ahead

They say life has a strange way of happening

It takes you down roads you never expected

And paths that sometimes turn out better

Than you ever could have planned

If your art becomes famous

You get to shine brightly for a few years

Until your limelight begins to fade

Then you spend your time reminiscing

About the glory days behind you

Instead of paying attention to

The time you've got left

Show off your art

And you brighten the world for day or two.

But if you teach your art

To the young ones who come after you

You can see your sun rising

A thousand times over

In the long years ahead”

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Two Shorts

Endless Love

Your mind

Is stronger than your body

Because your mind

Dwells in the realms of

Ideas and emotions.

Your spirit

Is stronger than your mind

Because you spirit

Dwells in the realms

Of an endless love.

In this way,

Mind precedes body

Spirit precedes mind

Endless love precedes all.

Dewey Dirks

Two Aliens

Two aliens from planet Glankbarga,

made of blue and green

and white and gold shades of intelligent color,

Stopped by to visit Earth the other day

In disguise, they wandered over to the Circle K

Bought some jelly beans and popcorn,

Then went back to their ship

To watch the ways of humans for awhile

The first one noticed all the wars

Corruption, and mayhem,

Then said to the other, “Kekbop, me tinks

There be some fools and monsters here”

The second noticed all the kindness, compassion,

Creativity and overcoming of hardship and replied,

“Yes Pelpak, but me tinks there be

Wise ones and mighty angels here too”

Dewey Dirks

The Returning

The Returning

There is a place deep inside of you

that is as vast as all world outside.

A place where knowledge

becomes no-knowledge,

where opinion, knowing and wisdom

become not-knowing.

A place where stillness permeates movement

and movement permeates stillness.

A place where time goes

now a little faster, now a little slower,

and has little meaning.

A place where everything that before

seemed dead and devoid of feeling

becomes alive and infused

with emotion, compassion and empathy.

It is from there you began,

and to there you must travel.

To there you must return

again and again .

There you meet yourself,

and become once more,

the child you have always been.

Dewey Dirks

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Pair Of Hearts

Her name sounds like a wildflower

She has a man who smiles when he sees her each day

And tells her of his long travels

Taken to learn more of life's strange play

She is wise in the ways of caring

She is wise in the ways of the world

She is wise in the ways mice and men

She is wise is the ways of kids and cats

She knows how to scold

Knows how to mend

She knows how to be serious

Knows what is fun

She knows how to touch the current of life in everyone

She loves her man powerfully

She loves him strong

She loves him deep in the night

She loves him all the day long

He wanders near

He wanders far

He wanders the world

Listening to life's melodious song

He's seen many things happen

And can tell many a tale

About the wide river that nudges and twirls us all

Like leaves bumping gently together

As we float in the kind eddy of distant falls

Now of all the wonders he has happened to see

None are so dear to him

As his lady’s tender touch and his lady’s lilting song

Drawing him home at night

Loving him powerfully

Loving him strong

DD and EC

From “Wildflower,” by Dewey Dirks

This one is for you Laino

The Sum Of Us

The Sum of Us

We all are taught in our schools

that there is but one reality

we all live in and to which we all must

accept, accommodate, and conform

but this my friend, is only an illusion

that our foolishness and the institutions

of our cultures foster upon us.

Each and every persons perceptions create

a reality of its own, each equal by virtue

of the sweet life flowing in our bodies.

There are seven billion human realities

living now upon Mother Earth...

and millions of whale realities,

millions of dolphin, falcon,

and elephant, realities,

millions of cow and sparrow realities,

billions upon billions of fly,

spider and beetle realities,

and untold scores of microbe realities.

Like vast, vast numbers of poets,

each casting spells with a trillion poems

of love, and sorrow, and hope, and living,

every individual of every species

is a writer penning skillfully

a image of reality with his life.

We all have our own stories to tell,

Lord God if you've got the time.

And reality?

That is a backdrop, a waking dream---

a misty muse from which

we all draw inspiration.

It's truest image, shape and form

is not told by one individual,

by a single country or group

or even by any single species.

Reality on our little blue dot in the sky

is the sum of all of our stories put together

and of the hidden stories

of our Earth Mother, and the bright Sun

and of the quiet stories

of clouds, the wind, the moon

and star filled night skies.

Dewey Dirks

Dreamtime Sea

Dreamtime Sea

A wise man once said

Humanity is a vast ocean

If a few drops are dirty

it doesn't spoil

the whole sea

There are stormy waters

and water that flows

very, very calm

on the dreamtime sea

Ideas, ideas

swim all around

in our heads

Many dream of do's and dont's

Others dream

of a better humanity

Still others

fret and toss nervously

in their sleep

It's not where we are right now

that tells the tale

but the direction

the water is headed

that is important to see

Look around, look around

You and I cannot be

the only two good people

in the dreamtime sea

The river's are rising

The river's are rising

We cannot stop it

even if we wanted to

It's not the bad ones

to look for

but the kindness

of people every day

that defines humanity

We all are part of a great

dreamtime sea asleep

There are many

who are wise and kind

flowing gently in their slumber

while others toss and tumble

like stormy waves

breaking white foam

on the moon light beach

Dread not

the long journey, my friend

Who wakes from slumber

is frightened no more

by the dreamtime sea

Dewey Dirks