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Poems written by Bruce R Taub
Beau Dies
Before I leave for SE Asia
I ask Beau to wait until my return
before leaving this Earth
Though we also say our goodbyes.
Then, a week before my return
My ex-wife calls to say
She’s not sure Beau will make it
And while I am flying home
The always happy,
always kind and affectionate,
highest jumper in his class,
the fleet of foot gentleman
who understood far more than I
of love and sticks
our Beau takes his last breath.
He looks palsied in death
Eyes opened
Lips parted
His fur as soft and golden to the touch
As it has ever been
Legs stretched out
In the way he would love to do
I see him shaking with pleasure.
Wrapped in a sheet
buried in the yard
between two cedar trees
with some dog food
a seashell from the Indian Ocean
His collar and tags still on him
And a piece of the rare candy
He’d sometimes delight in the sugary first rush of
Licking his lips
then grimacing with disdain
for the bitter aftertaste.
Llife’s like this I think
as we cover him with earth
a stone with his name on it
painted with his favorite red nail polish
a libation of red wine
sandalwood incense burning
two hawks on a thermal high in the sky
circling over Beau’s buried body
in honor of their fallen brother.
He was such a good dog.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

Miles’ Journey
I, Miles Everest Dale,
am on a journey.
and let me make it clear
that although technically,
well, let’s just say for now, “dead,”
that I also walked among you in human form
for 28 earth year voyages around the sun.
Brother Miles I am called now,
He who wrote poems
others got to read
only at my ending
the words that tiled
my secret notebook
where the other dimensions
of who I was
met the earthly context
in which I existed.
When I lay in that coffin
with my eyes closed
and that slight smile on my lips
and looked so peaceful,
beautiful actually,
even serene,
me, Miles Dale, serene,
in the box
with all of those people crying
and having panic attacks
and packing the house,
my crazy earth father
taking my picture in the ef’ing coffin
And me lookin’ good, y’all
Can I get an amen?
Just once?
You do not know how hard it was
to be Miles Everest Dale.
First there was that so-called “minor” glitch
in the supply of oxygen
from the mother ship to the fetus baby
while he rode thru those way too small
vaginal passageways
the walls of the holy temple
the gateway to breathe,
earth consciousness,
and individual identity
I’ll tell you one thing,
speaking as Miles Dale,
mine was a very hard role to be assigned,
some would call it
a tough hand to be dealt,
to be speech impaired,
and a little slower in the academic track
where, like everywhere,
I was different,
only more so,
odd,
vulnerable
crazy
funny
annoying
not fitting in
as it is imagined a person should
in order to be considered “normal”
in human terms.
And now, lo and behold,
I am about to enter the Guinness Book of World Records
in the lead
in the category
of most-human-ashes-carried-and-left-in-most-sacred-places.
You might want to read that last sentence one more time.
A little ash in Thailand,
a little in a half dozen holy rivers
running to a half a dozen holy seas,
in a camp for the rehabilitation of elephants
(and I know about rehab facilities),
a little in Laos,
in Angkor,
in Mandalay,
in Southern India,
in the holy caves of Allora and Ajanta,
and at the headwaters of the Holy Ganges
after which there will be so much more about my journey to tell,
but for now you just have to wait here
at the side of the road
for my uncle in his pick up truck
to take you along the trail
and tell you more of my tale.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion
Conversation With A Ladle
Ladle is asked
How it maintains such a good attitude
When its ability to reach into the abundance of life
Is so dependent upon the agency of others
It’s just what keeps happening to me, ladle says,
I’m always being utilized
Asked to dip into these wonderful substances
Get filled to overflowing
Lifted up, even tilted
I love being tilted and used
Love serving my masters and my purpose
Why even in my states of rest
I am happy being ladle,
Knowing I will be used again,
Will feel vast pleasure again,
When you are a ladle
Someone always comes around
Saying, “I need a ladle.”
Nobody’s going to use you as a hammer
When you’re a ladle
And you can trust you’ll be put to good use.
Even if you’re a malformed ladle
If you’ve been bent or twisted
Or rendered less perfect in shape
You will be used,
Although perhaps less frequently,
Unless you’re the only ladle around,
Which isn’t a bad thing,
But can raise serious doubts
About whether it is you they love.
But if you maintain a desire to be of use
You will be used
That’s all I can tell you
Sometimes deformations
Are what make you attractive
Show you’ve been of long and steady service
Draw to you the ones you need
Who lift you up
Dip you in
Wash you
Use you, and leave you
spent and cleansed.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

Beach Plum Jam
The beach plums
Enjoy the dunes
High winds
Blowing sands
Salt
The company of poison ivy
And everyone who uses them
Native American
Pilgrim
Cape Codder
Tourist.
The plums flourish on lands
First purchased from sachems
Who never owned them –
Not a tree or a dune –
For four coats
Three axes
A day’s plowing with a team of oxen.
Land that has seen grazing
And whaling
Fishing and fencing
Bogs and berries.
Land that remembers the Wampanoag
Here for but three thousand years
As do we who fill our pails
Boil the plums
Separate seed from fruit
Squeeze the beach plum flesh
Extract its essence
As we squeeze each other
The sweet juices we cook
In anaerobic jars
To make the jam
To smell the sweetness
The sweat
The sour
The desirable
To lick our fingers
And in memory
To preserve it all.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

Throwing Away
In further preparation for my grand exit
I dispose of material things
That once had value to me
And still do
A seventy-year-old
4 x 7 weathered fake-leather
Zippered autograph book
From public school 95
In the Bronx
An archeological time capsule
From the first half
Of the last century
Having survived wars, moves, and fires
Filled with empty limerick poems
from prepubescent classmates
comprised of red rose and blue violet couplets
And the hearty toast from my eighth grade English teacher,
Who like my mother thought
I had the potential to better conjugate verbs if only I paid attention.
I dispose now of high school trivia:
A senior pin.
The 1958 yearbook.
It is inconceivable anyone might care about this detritus
Rather it is in the mind
Where anything of substance remains
and there is no need to throw any of that away
As if one could.
I wrote my first poem
On assignment in freshman English
And I know the words to that poem verbatim
Sixty-eight years later
Worth exactly nothing o’er these decades
Except to me.
That I now throw into the fire.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

Uncle Sol
I cast away a trove of my uncle’s World War II bounty
Military orders handwritten on parchment
Photographs of shamed collaborator women
being paraded naked down the screaming streets
Next to letters of commendation
Nazi medals
Sewing kits. Bootie.
Jingoism and heroism on display.
With old correspondence
And letters from abroad.
He was in the psychological warfare unit,
Aide and driver to the Unit Commander.
I so admired the smell of his shaving cream
And cigarette smoke
mixed with the aroma of his morning
ablutions and eliminations
There
Next to the jeep
With the beautiful French women
Never married
Nor producer of offspring.
Who care that he served with valor
This unknown soldier
Absolutely anonymous
To all but me and a few cousins
One who turned a starter postage stamp collection
Into books upon books filled with cancelled postage stamps
Worth exactly nothing these decades later
Except to me
That I now throw into the fire.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

Whispering Among The Gods
Whispering among the gods
Sounds like the buzzing of a beehive,
like tides,
like Bach.
There is an urgency to godly whispering
To the call to the colors
To the nectar.
Whispering with the gods
I noticed the god within me
And jarred by this recognition
I sought my own meaning
among the gods.

Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

After The News
After news of the tragedy arrived
The Tibetan prayer flags waved in the breeze
As they always do
And a hummingbird came to hover
Inches from my face
Reminding me – as if I needed further evidence –
of the need to prepare
for the long journey
by feeding on the sweetness of life
whenever and wherever we can,
always aware,
like the hummingbird,
that we are mere hours from starvation or death,
grateful we can store enough energy
to respond when our houses need cleaning
and when it is time to move on.
The fact is that doors have closed,
and will close.
The question is,
where will we find the strength
to explore the doors now opened.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

Long ago, perhaps yesterday
Long ago, perhaps yesterday
Her visit exposes the soft underbelly
of the large, terrified animal
who rolls over on his back
like an infant in a crib
to let her rub him.
Long ago,
perhaps yesterday.
A man still at war
with himself,
his feelings,
neediness,
his country.
This close to losing
and this close to winning.
Maybe even having won.
Either way it’s a gift to be playing
and a privilege to be sharing
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion

Beyond the Fishermen
On Inle Lake there is a village
Where houses rest on stilts above the waters.
The families who live there
Farm floating islands
Created over the centuries
By people who reach the village shore in small dugout canoes
Where there is a girl’s orphanage
That grows organic vegetables
And a boy’s orphanage
That grows resolve and healing.
High in the hills is a monastery
Past the house where the beautiful woman
Is washing her hair,
Her husband chopping wood for the cooking fire,
The pagoda’s ancient doors open
To reveal the beautiful Buddha statue inside
And a checkers board I take outside
Inviting the young monk to play
Which draws an interested crowd
Of women and children
Appearing as if out of the thin mountain air
In sight of the distant ridge top village
Two hours away by foot –
There being no other way to get there –
Where the people grow lemons
And dusty goats graze
Down the road passed sugar cane fields,
Passed vineyards, ox carts, pigs, butterflies,
Dung heaps, orchards,
And immense golden seedpods that rattle
Before reaching the boat that brought me here
Beyond the net fishermen floating in canoes with their daughters
Offering to sell fish still gasping for breath,
Which I am tempted to buy and throw back in the water
As the sun begins to set
And the clouds form red and gray Burmese letters
Spelling out words I do not know the meaning of
And our boat takes us back to where we came from
Which is the end of all voyages.
Poetry
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Poem is Born
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Mandalay Hills
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion
