Selections from “The Xyiwa Poets” by Douglas Gilbert, “Morning Glory”

Morning Glory

She let me add
a climbing vine
to her garden.

Those trumpets opened,
the blue flowers
in my every morning,
that yet still, today,
cry for sun.

The morning glories were
twisted around the fence —
the blue flowers were
our only compromise, because

I hated the red
crinkly marigolds
or whatever
the easy hardy ones were.
I hated the woody geraniums —
too tough.

I loved the delicate flowers
like her.

I liked the blues, asked
if we could plant a morning glory
as beautiful as her.

Every morning is like her:
beautiful and elegant
blue climbing

But she was too dainty to
climb higher that mortal trellis,
live longer than
a twist of fate.

I should have
grown her with thorns
prickly but strong,
made her an immortal rose, but
I could not.

—Douglas Gilbert

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Paperback book of poetry by Douglas Gilbert. 322 pages, 192 poems.

Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

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Selections From “The Xyiwa Poets” by Douglas Gilbert, “Wait On Me”

Wait On Me

Future
I have none:
I was to be

Read to me
my love note–
I am cold in snow away

Could
I live ’till summer, please–
I’m afraid of heaven
for Mom ran me
away to a cheaper
place with a note

She
promised to come in summer
and no one loves me

If
she won’t come in time
no one in heaven will love me either

Best
toy with me
I will have, if
a mystery is solved

End
me up
high enough
to reach a kiss

See you
again
will I;
would you
love me like a kiss
from heaven
reaching

—Douglas Gilbert

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Paperback book of poetry by Douglas Gilbert. 322 pages, 192 poems.

Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

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Selections from “The Xyiwa Poets” by Douglas Gilbert, “Sauntering”

This is a selection from the “FREE-VERSE POETRY by Douglas Gilbert” Blog ( https://mojoepoe.wordpress.com ). The site also contains “The blog of the caveman” … Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above

Sauntering

Snow walk
branching reverie
missing her

She dazes my daydream
suffuses the day

Snow overall to crunch
will not defeat

Her tickle thoughts
laugh me
warm walking
a leaf
a scarf

An inner sky
blue calm.

I’m coming.

Soon a touch
being her
will giggle me all over

A bird is amused,
chirps

I sing,
flying home

—Douglas Gilbert

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Paperback book of poetry by Douglas Gilbert. 322 pages, 192 poems.

Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

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Selections From “The Xyiwa Poets” by Douglas Gilbert, “Hack Witch Of The Century Studies Reaction Formation”

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Hack Witch Of The Century Studies Reaction Formation by “Hilda”

I have my scepter
my plaque:
Altruist of the Century.
Mom would be so pleased.

Yet I am not comforted in my old age
haunted by Freud, because
I am the kindest of all

Even so
after all
alone.

Knew a writer
once

Spoke a word to the Grand Witch

She fell
off her high horse
to vaporize a hack writer
who spoofed us

Lost her position though
a sister. Since then

I am the greatest witch
the kindest of all:
have healed the poor
restored the frogs,
made princes humble.
Let it be said.

I have
my awards, my scepter
so must I remember
the innocence of childhood when

I vaporized my sister
and Mom clapped. Oh how
Mom was such a great witch, and
she was so pleased

But I have been
so kind in my life

Even so
after all
alone

I have my scepter
my plaque:
Altruist of the Century

It’s been my goal
to love every stranger
send a blessing
in every incantation

I love you
my strangers.
May you be kind to all

Yet I have my scepter
and I am unloved, though
I am the kindest of all

Even so
after all,
I am unloved

I have my scepter
my plaque

I am so old
for a revelation, and
to find myself
the most powerful witch
ever

I have my plaque, and
no love
from anyone

I should have
listened to Freud

I hate everyone
with Grand intensity

What’s left but to
choose an auspicious day

I have my scepter, and
I am the most powerful witch ever

I am unloved, and
I will vaporize the world.

I will be alone, and
Mom will be pleased.

Sister forgive me, but
isn’t death charming

—Douglas Gilbert

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Paperback book of poetry by Douglas Gilbert. 322 pages, 192 poems.

Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

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Selections From “The Xyiwa Poets” by Douglas Gilbert, “Drowning Memories”

This is a selection from the “FREE-VERSE POETRY by Douglas Gilbert” Blog ( https://mojoepoe.wordpress.com ). The site also contains “The blog of the caveman” … Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

Drowning Memories

For you again
my river eyes:
over the banks
your memories
overflow the sob plains
my cheeks,
half-masted lids
stream thoughted,
unthroated scream
a murmur on salted lip corner

I can not stand
nor swim away.
A waterfall would
swallow me
if ever I would sleep
to see you drown
under
beyond entreaties
me,
again

I told them
the heavens

Help her.

—Douglas Gilbert

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Paperback book of poetry by Douglas Gilbert. 322 pages, 192 poems.

Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

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Selections from “The Xyiwa Poets” by Douglas Gilbert, “Cooking Gyros For Swat Valley”

This is a selection from the “FREE-VERSE POETRY by Douglas Gilbert” Blog ( https://mojoepoe.wordpress.com ). The site also contains “The blog of the caveman” … Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

Cooking Gyros For Swat Valley

We used to be
the Switzerland of Pakistan
many orchards
much fruit
much minding.

In my mind I see
the mulberry trees,
see much fruit, the
plum of the valley
minding apricots, damson
cracking walnuts like jewels
minding a fig leaf
a grape, the jujube
minding these and the olive tree
in my dreams of Swat Valley

We thought
like fruit flies
insurgents could be thwarted
could be swatted

In exile, my
restaurant work is a meditation
chopping lamb into chunks
into pieces, coalescing
thoughts for peace
charcoal broiled
hoping coalition forces will
bring a peace home, but I
am mashed chick peas
and tahini: the skeleton of
the sesame seed, fallen, my
kernel floated and crushed
feeling pasty, stuck in New York
rolling out an unfamiliar phyllo flat
with pistachios and honey sadness.

Oh the strutting about,
the grazing on tables where
all the world’s a
thoughtless stage, confused
the size of Delaware
the size of Swat
valley of rotting fruit
and war.

Stand up for Swat Valley
the Switzerland of Pakistan

The Taliban
have kidnapped
my Father, and

from here in refuge
I work to earn a ransom, the
flowers of my Swati meadows
in my mind, my eye,
the charcoal smell of my
burnt house wafted in a nostril

Oh Pakistan,
for every truce I die,
while every envoy
seems to fiddle
with Shariah at the door.

—Douglas Gilbert

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Paperback book of poetry by Douglas Gilbert. 322 pages, 192 poems.

Douglas Gilbert lived most of his life in a cave, except for a brief period of time in the 1960’s when his spiritual leader and guru, Utcoozhoo, made him join the Xyiwa Poets to provide them with disinformation, because they were in danger of finding one of the secret entrances to the sacred ancient caves. The Xyiwa Poets were a naïve bunch of hippies led by Ziohat who drilled into a rock formation just above the holy chambers so they could have a cave to party in. Ironically, though not in the original founding group, Doug has become the last of the Xyiwa poets. Most of Doug’s poems have been preserved, but just a few of the others’ poems remain.

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