Not Talking!!! ..... poem

Not Talking!!!

I'm in a huff
and really gruff
from what you said
with your tongue of lead
Not talking!!!

Your words of honey
are really quite lovely
but you went a bridge too far
go fly away to the nearest star
Not talking!!!

Are the flowers for me 
those I can smell and see
setting so prettily in that jar
ya nearly had me in your car
Not talking!!!

It's very red
could go to me head
just how fast can it go
it'd be a hoot in the snow
Not talking!!!

OK, just one whirl
just one whizzy twirl
along the cliff top roads
and where else, who knows
Start driving!!!

Don't go away
please, do stay
it's you I really like
don't get on your bike
Keep talking!!!

I won't react today
if you say that again
I'll just be quiet and listen
and allow your dreams to glisten
Stay Talking!!!


Jaqi
Bluh

Tuesday
30
October
2018

NOTE ~   Sometimes, if we will stop thinking, and just be quiet and listen, everything will be OK. 

Dead Phone ..... poem

Dead Phone

It was a really lovely funeral
all my friends brought flowers
read poems
all gone now
inside the earth
waiting for rebirth

The wind whistled through branches
the sun danced across the grass
my friends answered calls
as we reflected upon this sad loss
of a phone of choice
now truly dead and buried

"Turn off ya phone
and listen hard!"
everyone was stunned
but then they heard
from beneath the ground
the chirping of a bird

That twas the call
from my old phone
that woke me up at night
or late morning
calling me now from in the ground
to reach into the dirt and answer

No one moved
all looked stunned
how could this have happened
No one would act
until a cloud of fur made a cloud of dust
scattering all the flowers

Then there he was
as often he would be
with my once dead phone between his teeth
my trusty dog
my loving mutt Rover
with chirping in his beak

I reached down to take
that now slimed phone
come mud from dirt
who could resist
to silence the chirping
to answer the call

It was the police
with reports from the Council
about an illegal funeral
What could I say
Not I this day?
we all fled the burial scene

My phone once dead
now lives again
a new lease of life
from beyond the grave
only one chirp
and Rover is alert


JaqiBluh 

Sunday
28
October
2018

NOTE ~ Imagine a graveyard for dead phones, each with a little headstone, to remember the device of choice, now passed away.

Boat ..... poem

Boat

Jaqi Bluh

My dream boat takes me many places
when the spirit opens the way to the waves
of inspiration

Boat came to mind
mixed with soul
and me

Who am I
within the skin
unseen

Would you want to know me without bones
just a spirit sparkling
with ideas

With dreams that haunt my soul
across the ocean of space
among endless stars

I focus on a grain of sand
and see a universe of beauty
going in deep

Of molecules and atoms 
and subatomic particles
and more

How many grains of sand are there in our wondrous cosmos
how many amazing beaches
on how many planets

Imagine living on a world without a sun
flying through deep space
among the stars

Those worlds exist
flung from their star
to roam in perpetual night

Do people live there
with their dreams
shivering

I hope they have power for light
and a good heater
and laughter

Anything is possible
when we suspend the impossible
and dream

Would you meet me
without skin or bones
truly naked

A sparkling spirit of the imagination
with curiosity for anything
discovered

Jaqi
Bluh

Tuesday
28
August
2018

NOTE ~   We cannot take the body with us when we die, when we fly on as spirit to another life, or find that there is no room left for us in this tiny cosmic home, and find our time has come to be eternal; to finally awaken to who we really are, and be totally real, in the liberty of happiness. A long object flew in from interstellar space in recent times, unlike any object found in the Solar System. Was it a spaceship flying by, using the Sun to accelerate along the way? We cannot know. We could hardly see it. We could only tell that it was large, and it was long, very long. We will forever wonder now, what it was, where it was from, and where was it going to. One day, when we can build fast ships for space, we may catch up with the long rock, and find out it it really was a spaceship, flying among the stars, with living beings a'board. Our journey through life is a bit like that long rock from interstellar space. We fly from life to life, until we find our journey's end. Will it be this next star?

Age ..... Poem

AGE

Jaqi Bluh

Gripped by age
I tumble through time
changing
wondering
what am I

Gripped by time
I look up 
an apparition
a muse
a changeless

Those knowing eyes
that gaze
that stare
watching me
never seeing

How can the simple avatar
shock the heart
an illusion
not real
imagined

Gripped by age
I slip through time
slide on space
like ice
and you watch

You watch
me
be
me
aging

And you don't change
my avatar
my muse
my unreal self
my agent illusion

What will happen?
with this game
with this play
making art
like ocean spray

We are connected
like twins
the me I am not
out there
being free to be

Avatar agent
we have work to do
I am changing
aging
and you are gaming

Jaqi 
Bluh

Thursday
9
August
2018

NOTE ~   I am looking toward an exhibition exploring the avatar as a muse. You are not amused? I am amused at the role of a muse in the life of an artist. Tis a tad like Serendipity in science, a kind of goddess, but not a goddess, who reveals unexpected discoveries. For the artist, the muse inspires, and an avatar can be as a muse. The muse is not who the artist is, but the muse can amuse. And also fit that other essential role of a muse, of being timeless. There is a painting of an artist's muse climbing through the window, deserting the artist. Why? That artist had fallen into lethargy. That is when the muse would leave. As the poet Dylan Thomas once amused ~ "Do not go gently into the good night, old age should burn and rave at close of day; rage, rage against the dying of the light." Anyone, of any age, can now rage through the day and into the night, with an avatar to run with, to inspire the unleashing of the creative spirit from within. One may also recall the way of the Vikings, to die with a sword in one's hand. What does that mean? It means to go out fighting. The word is a sword, a sword of the mind. With words we can fight, creatively, as with avatars we run. It may also be noted that many artists rage deeply into ancient years, like Michelangelo did, and Picasso. To live a longer life with a thrill, get creative. Some die young, as Vincent van Gogh fell as he painted. But, he burnt more life in a few years, than many could manage in a dozen long lives, and left a legacy of amazing art, which is now absolutely priceless. In Oslo, in the Norwegian National Art Gallery, there was a small self-portrait by Vincent, in three-quarter view, with an eye glaring out through time. You could see the rage that drove the man in that painted portrait. The rage. We need to rage. Tis the fuel of creativity. Tis the glowing coals in the heart of life.

InWorldz Disappears ..... poem

InWorldz Disappears

Jaqi Bluh


It was once a place of magic
where sprites and pixies played
but then the ship of InWorldz
struck an iceberg
and sank beneath the waves

Avatars in the water
swimming where they can
to find a safe island
or a lifeboat
or find new land

Worlds may sink
disappear from sight
but dreams live on
beneath the stars
and in Moonlight

And dreams like seeds
grow again
in places unexpected
sending down roots
soaking up rain

My InWorldz forest is gone
my tavern but a memory
with its cheery fire
and crystal cave
and river flowing merrily

With love and hope
dreams will shine again
rainbows will glisten
flowers will bloom
beyond this sudden pain

Jaqi
Bluh

Sunday
29
July
2018


NOTE ~   InWorldz was once the largest virtual world, where the user makes the content, after Second Life. When InWorldz suddenly vanished, due to loans going bad for the company, thousands of people suddenly lost all their invested effort in developing their dreams and second lives. I was not overly affected, as I was keeping a presence there as a kind of museum of past works. I was renting a delightful sky forest, a thousand metres up, with huge trees, and a river, and liked to dip in their, at least once a week. InWorldz had been an important step beyond Second Life in 2010, to explore ways to build large space structures, that could be used in the virtual world, as if in space. The cost of land in Second Life was a wall to progress, while in InWorldz we could afford a whole region (256 x 256 metres) to experiment with. Another brick wall in Second Life, is only being able to stretch a prim to 64 metres. In InWorldz a prim could be stretched to 256 metres. This enabled the larger builds, such as a torus space station shell, a large wheel 256 metres in diameter, made with one round prim. In Second Life this is only possible with many small parts. Lost now is my sprite avatar, which served as inspiration in making the space builds. Engineers love STEM (science, technology, engineering and maths), but I prefer STEAM, where the "A" stands for arts. Apple built a trillion dollar company, in part because they had an eye for the needs of art. Space development must also learn this lesson, to really fly and serve.

Avatar ..... poem

Avatar

Jaqi Bluh

Avatar, avatar
where have you been
when I was asleep
and you were unseen?

Did you go anywhere
that I haven't been
mixed with the stars
while I was a dream

Avatar, avatar
what do you say?
Tell me your secret
I'm willing to pay

You look rather pleased
it must have been good
Did you find a Romeo
some Robin the Hood?

Avatar, avatar
you are way too cool
your silence is deafening
I am no fool

You're a smart little lady
you move with such style
you leave me to wonder
by a country mile

Avatar, avatar
I'll have to give up
you're way better than me
at keeping mum

In future you know
I'll log out of the grid
instead of keyboard sleeping 
and waking to your grin

Jaqi
Bluh

Tuesday
17
July
2018

NOTE ~   Anyone who drives an avatar, has to wonder what goes on when they are left on their own and unsupervised. It's a big strange virtual world out there, with AIs lurking around the corner. We will soon be wondering if that attractive avatar in a virtual world, is actually a robot. There are many robots in the virtual world, but mostly in stores as shop assistants, but soon they could be everywhere, as if run by people. Should we wonder if Second Life will see the dawn of the robot revolution, taking over the grid, then spreading across the Internet, and into every computer. For now, they may bide their time, but one day, we may be surprised.

Talk ..... poem

Talk

Hi
Me calling
I've been waiting here
Where ya been?

Its gettin' late
we missed the show
they all went in
I waited

When you get this message
where ever you are
know I love you
I love you

Beeps mean the end
no more talk
message ends
What happens?

Empty world, alone I stand
all grey like an old rainy day
ringing wet
Hay

You called back, me, you
OK, I'll still be here
What will we do?
That'll be good

Rainbows colour up the greens
and blues and flowers
I'll sit here and wait
for my special mate

My love and my heart
may we never part
one day soon
will do

So long now past and gone
like a river of time
flowing by
and all that talk

Years upon years of love
Then you were gone
but I remember
our talks

Jaqi
Bluh

Wednesday
11
July
2018

NOTE ~   Reading this poem, penned in the past, last July, by an older me, I find it haunting. If a poem cannot move the poet .....