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What’s a Doc to Do? … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 7 October 2018; published on 22 October 2018

  • What’s a Doc to Do? … A poem by Alice B. Clagett, 7 October 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class on 7 October 2018. The assignment was to describe the air, sounds, and movement of the Light that day …

. . . . .

What’s a Doc to Do?
a poem by Alice B. Clagett, 7 October 2018

From the depths of this that is
arising . . .
…..brand spanking
……….Soul searing
……………Too bright to look at

right on, way better
than anyone suspected:
………………………..               Golden Breeze Blown morning

Better than
….a baby’s first
………forlorn, bewildered,
…………..top o’ the lungs
………………..Bronx cheer
…………………                  …to All this hullabaloo
…………………..                  .we Big folks feel
………………….                   .is just ..what life . oughta be !

How dare !
…..This red-faced
……….tight fisted
……………tiny tadpole

YELL So LOUD
…..about his borning?

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..

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Codependent Not … by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 20 August 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a video with an affirmation or ‘warding thought’ to prevent codependence in the case of people who are trying to cling to you, who are addicts. There is a Summary after the video ..

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

I have come across a warding thought to prevent codependence in the case of addiction, and in the case of people who are trying to cling to you, who are addicts. They say things in their subconscious minds like: Why does she not love me more than anything? Why does she not love me more than anything? … or … God, I love you. God, I love you. God, I love you. Like that, over and over again, right?

But what they want is for the other person to feel sympathetic to them. They want a feeling of sympathy, right? … to support themselves in their addiction.

So the thing is to say this, or something like this, at the speed of your own heartbeat … It goes like this: Oh poor, poor me. Won’t you have pity on me? Oh poor, poor me. Don’t you feel sorry for me? Like that.

This works almost immediately, but I would keep up for a little time, and then go on to your own mantra, like: I am I. I am One. I love me. And like that, just to cure any feeling of excess empathy. Right? To gain a strong sense of self-esteem, and so forth.

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.

Image: “Leo Carrillo State Park 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 17 August 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..

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Life of the Tough … by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 July 2018

Dear Ones,

A very short video, and Summary afterwards … The percussive musical piece at the end of the video is “Lace (Preview)” by Nctrnm, CC BY 4.0

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Tough Stuff
a poem by Alice B. Clagett

The life of the tough
is rough

Gadzooks
forsooth …
the noose!

…..

[Music: “Lace (Preview)” by Nctrnm, CC BY 4.0]

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..

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“School” … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 2 July 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem by me …

. . . . .

SCHOOL
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
2 July 2018

What bookish notion schools a bairn
as might a crayfish by a languid bourne?

What did that crawdad ever learn,
that it knew not on finding form?

How, In fact, how shall I take in
all the beings that I am?

How frisk the Veil of by and by
where tens on tens of folks be I ?

— one just borning and the next full grown
— one soft cocooning, in carnation’s womb
— 
one swift careening through an astral gloom
turning, hand outstretched, to angelic lumen

Now regal male decked rough, reared up full wild
Now just past childhood mother cradling her own child

Guerrero here, there carpenter or nun
Pagan, Christian, wondering One
Trying, falling, free, then bound
yearning, spurning, missing, found!

How may we reckon age or race or wealth?
How learn the weight of wisdom of our Self?

How find a mooring in this place, that time
when placeless timeless Hearts toward God incline?

He is the flower of the Soul
His the enthralling, star-spanned role
His is the basket that all lives enspline
He is the teacher, He the rhyme

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..

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Ode to a Scarlet Varlet … a story by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 24 February 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a story about a crime spree individual. There’s a video, then a Summary with text and audio. This account is entirely fictional …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Ode to a Scarlet Varlet
A story by Alice B. Clagett

 

You know, some people say that, when a criminal pays,
by going to jail, and then gets out again,
that they’ve paid their debt to society,
and so they deserve a second chance, right?

And so, but …
There are certain criminals that don’t want a second chance!
So I’ve composed this ode in honor of those sorts of criminals.
And it goes like this:

I have paid my debt to society
and I pay it again each week
Die, Sucker, Die!

And a makeover artist says:
If they shine their shoes, and buff up their lats
Nobody will know about their past!

And those guys say:
Die, Haberdasher, Die!

And the ladies say:
Whoo-eee! It’s a lot of fun
Fooling around with the reformed ones!

And those guys say:
Die, Pollyanna, die!

And humanitarians say:
Oh, these guys had such rough childhoods
Maybe we can help them with their livelihood

And those guys say:
Die, Goody Two-Shoes, die!

So, every Friday or Saturday night
They give the citizens quite a fright …

You will pay for the miserable way
You’ve treated us! It’s Judgement Day|
Die, Citizen, Die!

Well, I have to say,
I’m just put out by the situation
I’m daunted …
I’m just not wantin’
this reptilian lingo
to linger
any longer

You already know that story!
But what I hear, on a Friday night, Is
Die, Citizen, Die!

…..

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..

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The Outlaw … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 22 February 2018

Dear Ones,

Here’s a poem I wrote early this year. You have to speak it out loud to grok it properly, I feel …

THE OUTLAW … Audiotrack and Words
a poem by Alice B. Clagett

 

My gut,
he would tout,
Is loaded
wit’ lead

That I can’t
be without

Why not?
They’d blurt out

And then
he would shout:

I’d rather be blud-
geoned than
take out that slug
and then wince
to the pinch
of a lynch mob’s
cinch

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..

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God’s Garden … a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

A poem for you …

GOD’s GARDEN

I remember those times
when I lived at the edge
of the canyon

And saw
the wild dogs

coursing
like dun-colored
streams

through the depths
of the canyon
floors

of an evening

I remember
step
by careful
step

threading my way
down the steep
slopes

There I saw
in the fading

green
of mild
spring days

cucumbers
tomatoes
watermelons

strike up
from straggly
vines

strewn forth
by garden seeds
washed

down … down …
into the
canyon

I remember
thinking
God’s garden is here!

None but God
to sow these seeds

None but God
to reap these fruits

Who
draws
the pattern
of the days?

Who conducts
the symphony
of winter rains
and summer
thirst?

Who guides
the padded feet

that strike their will
both deep and sure

into

the unsuspecting
heart
of this lost

city?

……

–a poem by Alice B. Clagett
17 March 2018

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..

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