Rooster Man

Every time
I used to hear
a rooster’s crow,

ya know, that repetitive
cocka doodle doo
ya just can’t Stand,

and ya wanna jump out of bed,
get your hatchet
and chop off its head.

It’s drivin ya crazy,
and ya can’t wait
to get even with that cock.

Then all of a sudden
ya hear Elvis singing
‘Jailhouse Rock!’

what would you do?

Hatchet in hand,
I opened the door
and coulda swore I heard,

“One, two,
three four,
Five o’clock rock…”

It was commin
from the old Maple tree.
The light of my miner’s cap

illumined the bark.
And there he was,
Rooster Man

that gol durn cock.
And believe it or not,
I’m his Biggest fan.

c. Douglas Fireman


For those who doubt this story,
I took a picture of Rooster Man.
Actually he's a combo of the original
tree bark and the paint I later
added using Picasa Tools.

Wish I coulda captured the song too.
He sounded exactly like Elvis.

Sabbaths

Sabbaths are not
relegated to Sunday,
Saturday,

or Friday.

Each moment
in our lives
can be a Sabbath.

Organized religion
has no control
over the multitude

of Sabbaths
available
to us.

c. Douglas Fireman

Fire Elephants

Did you ever see an elephant
in the fire's flickering flame?
I told my wife about my sighting

she laughed
saying, "You're insane!"
But there they were,

and that's the gospel truth.
I grabbed my camera
and snapped a pic.

"Here's my proof," I said
snuggling up to her in bed.
She rolled her eyes,

shook her head,
and with the cutest little grin,
she said...

"what a nut I married."
Knew it,
the day we wed."

c. Douglas Fireman

Captured

Created from a bunch of joined leaves.

A bit of color manipulation
and application of paint.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3A19q7rysLs

Triangles

Of all the shapes in that mobile
that twirled
above my crib;

of all the wooden shapes
I used to play with
as a kid, I'll admit

that triangles were my favorite,
I dreamed of them;
I drew them.

Geometry
would not have been the same
without them:

Isosceles triangles,
equilateral, scalene meant more to me
than smoking dope or even... necking.

Right triangle, acute, obtuse. Even I
began to think my screws
were loose. Without the Shrink

who helped me tighten them,
I'd still be living a triangular
obsession.

c. Douglas Fireman


By the way, how many triangles
do you see in this photo?

Waiting

When the table's set
the guests will dance circles
round the diamond center

sing melodies of Eden
before the Fall
serve forbidden fruit

on silver trays
till the break
of dawn.

c. Douglas Fireman

Theater of the Absurd

Step right up.
Buy your ticket
to the Theater of the Absurd.

Enter through the swinging doors.
Take a comfortable seat
and relax...

In just a moment
we will see ourselves. Or is that
really us

wearing the masks
and make up? The movie
will be over in an hour or two,

Then, once again,
we will walk into the world
of our own delusions.


c. Douglas Fireman
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"My mind is always in the 9th month
always conceiving."

Rumi

www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/rumi/

Angel Wings

Crashed
head first.
Nearly killed myself

But I've been
doing that
all my life.

This time, I might
have succeeded
were it not for you.

It's not everybody
who meets an angel
at the crash site.

You turned my
dark night inside out
revealing,

my imprisoned self.
You took my hand;
turned the key.

I watched the door
swing open.
And as we walked

the rock-strewn
shore, a flap
of angel wings

reminded me
that rock bottoms
can contain

a precipice
from which
to Soar.


c. Douglas Fireman

Ambiguous Eyes

There it sat
upon a wall of stone
Its stare

reminding me
of Mother Superior's
ambiguous eyes

and how she cried
when applying
the belt

to my bruised
back side.
When I awoke,

I donned my habit; stared
into the bathroom
mirror;

then quickly walked
down the cracked
sidewalk,

my rosary beads
silently tucked in memories
unused drawer.

My ambiguous eyes
still searching
for the end

to my daily
despair.


c. Douglas Fireman

The original pic- a slab of stone
comprising the ramparts
of the Old City of Jerusalem.