D Sign (NAPOWRIMO April 10, 2018)

NAPOWRIMO April 10, 2018

D Sign

When the coach flashed the D sign

my pitching arm better be warm

And ready to retire the side

3 up, 3 down.

Not to get battered

pitching into disaster

my rotator cuff on fire.

Stepping up to the plate

I don’t think about my average

just facing down the fastball.

Out of the park

or hard bounce in the infield

whatever brings the run home.

Getting the D sign isn’t a game

homeruns expected daily

that’s what happens

when you make the choice

to compete as

a D-signer.

©2018 Noreen Braman

This one is for you, AIGA

The Escape Plan (for all co-conspirators) NAPOWRIMO April 9, 2018

NAPOWRIMO April 9, 2018

The Escape Plan

for all co-conspirators

No literal, but plenty of virtual digging

hoping to strike metaphorical gold

that pays in actual currency

providing lift over a nebulous rainbow

that exists neither in the here nor there.

It remains in the realm of possibility

an aspirational deliverance

into the hands of Fortune.

©2018 Noreen Braman

Birth Day (NAPOWRIMO April 7, 2018

NAPOWRIMO April 7, 2018

Birth Day

What threads join the Crucifixion to the Internet,

tie themselves to William Wordsworth,

Marjory Stoneman Douglas and John Tully,

winding around the Battle of Shiloh

the age of television,

and the untying of Prohibition?

Too much unbound violence

woven throughout history,

yet stars glow brightly

in one day’s tapestry 

knitted forever to me.

©2018 Noreen Braman

Gone (NAPOWRIMO April 6, 2018)

NAPOWRIMO April 6, 2018

Gone

Thirty years for two

sixty three years for one

multiple lifetimes passed,

and still no understanding

of what it all meant

or where it all went

only one certainty,

more years have passed

than are left.

©2018 Noreen Braman

A Cosmic Question (NAPOWRIMO April 4, 2018)

NAPOWRIMO April 4, 2018

A Cosmic Question

A black hole is like the Bermuda triangle,

things go in but never come out

except of course one is a triangle

in the ocean, not in space

and we can’t see it from above

can’t test it for mass

or measure its gravitational pull.

Light doesn’t bend around it

there isn’t more than one,

no groups of Bermuda Triangles

orbiting around each other

that we know of.

I wanted to ask Stephen Hawking

at least to generate his smile,

but our worlds never transited

anywhere near each other

and now the only way would be

through a bend

in the space time continuum.

 ©2018 Noreen Braman

 

Mission & Vision as found poetry (NAPOWRIMO April 3, 2018)

Mission and Vision
as found poetry

Living on
the smile side of life
by
enhancing well being 
through sharing laughter 
for the health of it,
in a world in which 
the universal language of laughter
is a daily part
of improved health, 
happiness,
and well being,
because
I shall not go gently,
but go laughing.

©2018 Noreen Braman

The Year of Nine (NAPOWRIMO April 2, 2018)

April 2, 2018

The Year of Nine

The times table secret

Turns me nine again

to pursue the symbolism

inherent in a number

that hides in its own product,

denotes judgment in

biblical numerology,

or maybe patience

or spiritual gifts.

A numeral with multiplied meanings,

complicated with being mistaken for six,

which is another research rabbit hole

leading to evil incarnate when aligned in triplet. 
                                                             

Dream of it and expect spiritual awakening

or a new path,

visiting nine swords, wands, cups or pentacles

all cheerful in their various hints

of isolation,

like Love Potion #9,

which turns on you in the end.

Truth in Hebrew,

Lucky in China,

Unlucky in Japan,

The number of Brahma,

The lives of a cat,

All numeric contemplations

For this, my year of nine.

©2018 Noreen Braman

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