April 20th

Happy 420 to all you weed smokers out there online.  Today is the counterculture weed celebration. I don’t smoke, but I know too many smokers that enjoy the benefits for many reasons. 420 is a coined term by the Waldos in San Rafael and has nothing to do with a penal code. But, It is funny how many penal code are added to society’s vocabulary. But for a group of weed activists to make April 20 a weed holiday is amazing.  Plus, I know many poets, rappers, speakers, and writers who smoked so I am not surprising this day falls on National Poetry month. Below is my weed twitter poem for 4/20. Light one up and smoke:

 

Here is also the link to Huffington post article on the Origin of 420:

The true story of Weed Day

Poet are Makers. Literally.

History

I just finish reading Webster article on the history of the word “poet.” It states the words early origin was Greek (poiete) and it meant “maker”. Then the 15th century, English Speakers put  the word “poet” in a high esteem role in the English language in association with God. It, finally, evolved to word maker to speakers and writers of poetry.

‘Poet’ comes from a Greek word meaning “to make.”

Emotional Scientist

This history lesson is incredible. A word that is commonly used for a word artist.  The evolution should give some pride to today’s poets. Plus, it is National poetry month. So, Poet, you have been told that your title has been used to represent deities and, now, it represent you. This title means your thoughts are connection between gods and humans.  You are an emotional scientists journalizing results to all social, environmental, spiritual, financial, political, and technical experiments. You are the vessel for understanding the world’s dark and light moments. So, be the god. Maker. Sayer. Poet.

Webster’s word history – Poet

Day 6: 13 views of Sacramento (in Senryu)

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Poet:
Pain in the city
Minds are numb by so much pain
But, we want some more

Governor:
In charge of the state
But this city is a mess
The mayor will fix it

Homeless:
do you have some change?
They act like they don’t see me
Still they go around

State Worker:
have to get to work
Only here for ten hours
Hmm, happy hour

Student:
love WiFi WiFi.
We can be out & online
This town has it all

Out of towner:
why was I sent here?
Meetings, hotel, food, drinks, bored
Nothing to do here

Uber Driver:
so where are they at
These one way streets confuse me
Why you over there?

Bus Driver:
these loud passengers
Woah, these cars better watch out
Through the city again

Mayor: 

Just got elected
The problems in this city
What do we do first

Owner:
Move on, homeless guy
Raise prices to deal with fees
What event will pay

Bicyclist:
hope these cars sees me
Never deal with this traffic
Making good timing

Musician:
This is my New York
Hear the city’s sweet rhythm
Just play my music

Artist:
Open the window
The pictures are all right there
What action is art?


The views of Sacramento are so obscure. So I put the views in Senryu(haiku with emotions). The city life is fast pace but I understand the point of the rush.

Day 3 – Elegy to My 20s 

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My 20s
I miss you so
I miss the long night of having fun
And the short cash to pay dues.

No children to be responsible for
But put away childish things
Because they call me an adult.
What?

To Overindulge on all vices as a pick me up
But loss friends because they couldn’t give it up

Crying like a baby for losing family
And reevaluate places I go for safety

Understanding that love and relationships work different.
By losing people personally and in business.

Graduating with degrees and military accomplishments.
But realizing that I am glad that I survive all of it.

Rest in peace

NaPoWriMo Early Bird Prompt: Haibun – Host Duty

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I wrote a Haibun with the NaPoWriMo early bird Prompt. It is on my first open mic Host Duty at Joe Montoya’s Poetry Unplugged in Sacramento, CA:

On March 30, 2017:

I went to Luna’s cafe to be a spectator or performer for the open mic night. But I was bestowed an uncommon opportunity: I became the host of Joe Montoya’s poetry unplugged. Unbelievable. I have a café packed with a great audience, a half – filled list of eager performers and poet wanting to get on stage, and no feature to showcase their work.

I was definitely going to work some magic in this room tonight. But, I pulled it off and it worked out. So, attending Joe Montoya’s Poetry Unplugged for a year and 9 months,  I have worked every open mic show role.  I have performed on that stages as an amateur, a feature (Duo and Solo), and now a host. So let’s see what is next? Owner?

Opportunity
New host rises from the crowd
New journey begins