Simple Thoughts

"No excuse, 

but the metal has rusted. 

An unkept armory. 

Barrels with red, 


triggers peppered orange. 

Springs stuck, 

pins, unmoving. 

Bores obstructed. 


The whole weapon set


to the trained eye. 



a gun is still a gun, 

the potential it has

to kill, 

ever present. 


Rusty or not, 

it is still recognizable, 

months of no use

not enough to erase


the sizable impression

of the shape, 

the indication

of the handgun, long gun. 


The task looming, 


keys in hand, 




the cages, 

duty tumblers turning, 

locks coming free. 


So long, 

had it beem

since maintenance

had been laid


where it belong. 

The familiar metal

began to fill hands, 

twist, turn,


rifles broke down, 

pistols slid apart. 

Rusty was the



as were the firemans, 

but both began 

to be broken



Rag, brush, 

break-away sprayed, 

assemblies oiled.

Pieces began to click, 


operate smoothly, 

unlike language, 

where lack of use

means disappearance, 


past tense

isn't the demise

of functionality of things,

like bike riding. 


or an armory. 


The Armorer will be busy,

it may take some time.

But he will pass inspection. 


With work, 

with determination, 


and time. 


It takes time

for things to rust. 


It takes time

to fix such a lack of use. 


The best solution

isn't busting rust, 

but daily use, 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Time to write a book...

5 Poems: Clutter, Clean, Charles Penn's Ring, Baby Boys, Castrated Plants

Poem Strings


-saiom shriver-
Clutter is sometimes
crystallized sadness,
sometimes fear,
sometimes an ethical
decision to recycle,
sometimes a warehouse
for those in need.
Those with libra, cancer,
or taurus planets are the
most likely to want
a clean home.
Seedless are
some watermelons
and limes,
grapes and clementines
Footnote: Baba put
the word grapes into my head
Baby boy chicks
in San Diego sent
alive through
a chipper
and in Iowa
they are
sent through a crusher
as do the rich
and religious haters
send the poor
into profit sired wars.
A famous songwriter who is a follower of Baba
recounted that Charles Penn, the pilot
who has written several books about Swami, had his
left hand outside the window while flying. His ring
fell off and slipped into the sea. When he went to the
ashram he was given an interview and mentioned the ring.
Baba closed the curtains and disappeared. He came
back 5 minutes later, dripping wet with seaweed streaming
from His hair and handed Charles the lost ring, joking
that He would have come back more quickly had the currents
not been so strong.

Several days after hearing this leela, it occurred to
the writer that the ring fell to the bottom of
the sea rather than Charles Penn, that Baba
might have prevented drowning karma.

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Oil Slick

Nature / Folder 1

combing the beach

dead sea creatures lie

it's so sad


(image from


copyright 2012


Author's Notes/Comments: 

A haiku about oil spills.

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Fresh and clean.

I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.

Her sweet perfume
fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First pub. 2011.

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