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Bad Poetry

Broadway producer Hal Prince generously allowed that anyone who writes can lay claim to being a "writer," whether published or not. I suppose that includes me, as well as anyone else who writes, either for the fun of it, for the learning process, or simply for the creative effort. Thanks, Hal. Anyway, I am certainly no poet--as you'll soon see--but those lonely weekends in Ensenada have to count for something! Besides, it's healthy to keep a record of our steps, whether baby or giant, don't you think? After enough polishing, these things may even be decent reading. Feedback is always welcome.

(If poetry isn't your thing, scroll to the bottom of the page for a list of links to other unimportant trivia.)


Nature's Dream

the face of God has retreated

from the waters, from the great sameness, the

great difference, the infinite oneness.

He speaks now from sheer cold

in utter silence... that men have come

with kindly and belligerent faces,

building alms to themselves, of infinite variety:

the seasons are their toys.

air has disappeared, become visible

the awful beauty of hushed silence

can't regenerate its stunning power in cacaphony

significance is slain, as waters die

our lifeblood is polluted, insulted

the face of God

has now returned to the stars

and so shall we

copyright cliff morris 1999



your child-face in the wind

the light advised your soul

the wonder of the moment, one

with the wonderful Universe,

and a treaty made with all the souls

of sufferers too many.

a promise was drawn upon the skein:

if those sufferers could die for Love

then you could hear but this;

that love was god and sacred through

so with that love you homeward flew

child-face unmasked

to the wonder of

that sacred Love.

copyright cliff morris 1965


Akwakok's Cosmic Song

This chant is to be read rythmically, to the imagined sound of Native drums.


Ah Hey, ya, hey, ya, hey, ya, ya

Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya

When Akwakok did close his eyes

to pass from earthly things hey ya

quite naturally ascended he

to stand beside the kings hey ya

For in this life his honor flowed

like manna from the sun hey ya

to be within his gentle gaze

was fear and scorn undone.

Ah, hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya

Old Akwakok did glance about

said, "Spirit, Heaven Is!" ah hey

my body's gone, I feel no pain

no eyes, no hair, no feet, no brain!

no effort, weight, no legs, no cane

I see that here there's Bliss, ah hey

Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya

Then from the misty fog ahead

a figure, dressed in blue ah hey

laughed hard though Akwakok could see

no head, no mouth, it's true ah hey

Laughed he, the spirit, "Okonkwo, you've changed you seem so sane hey ya

we thought you were down there deranged

you whacked that boy upside the head

then hung yourself till you were dead.

Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Ah hey, ya, ya, ya, ya

Old Akwakok stood much confused

who was this deep blue thing?

who called him by another name

who called him ding-a-ling!

One thinks you may be wrong my friend

they call me Akwakok hey ya

in Inuit it means "the wind"

to me the Men did flock hey ya

Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya

ah hey ya ya ya ya

Then Spirit searched the Book right there

'cause there a book appeared

from nowhere, huge and filled with names

written in gold, aglow with flames

of red, blue, yellow, and bright green

but soft and cool, "that's very strange;"

Said Akwakok, "that's medicine, most powerful, great medicine."

Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

You too, my friend, you have it too

said spirit kindly bent,

but just for now let's skip that point

and look to see just who are you

Okonkwo or The Wind?

Ah here we are and guess what friend

you're both, it's true, you're both of them

but lest confusion naturally

consume your thoughts, listen to me

Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Forget, you do, God's great surprise

that from earth's dust you do arise

more times than one, like it or not

in pain, in joy, sometimes in rot

His purpose must be understood

that you should know true Brotherhood.

Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya

Ah hey ya hey ya ya

Akwakok for eternity

is how you're known by all of we

for choose you did that name up here

when souls God first made; lend an ear

Akwakok is the perfect you

Okonkwo in subconscious knew

and so did those you've been before

Consuela, Lucient, and more.

Ah hey ya ya ya ya ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

We'll speak of this until in mind

the memory of them all you'll find

but first I must apologize

they failed, these things you call my eyes

I saw you as Okonkwo strong

I greet all souls, I'm sometimes wrong

so hopefully that bit's repaired

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Now that your peace of mind is spared

I'll bring the light most true to you

Ah hey ya hey ya hey ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Of late (so called, for there's no time)

you've known some lives less than sublime

Okonkwo was engulfed in pride

so by the law he did abide

Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya

and paid for it through karma's rule

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Next time he did not play the fool

much happier, in reverie

fulfilled in heart, through Love you see

his life as Akwakok was free.

Ah hey ya ya ya hey ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Remember thee the People do, your strength and more as Akwakok

as symbol of a glorious past

in that house long your name shall last

Ah hey ya ya ya hey ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Okonkwo's strength of purpose will

be wed with blessed humility

for that you learned as Lucient

when far below earth's surface went

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

God put you there to learn it best

in that black hole with coal's black threat

as symbol of the depth of this

the sin of bloated arrogance

Ah hey ya ya ya ya hey ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

'Twas pow'r you sought in vain pursuit

in some lost life upon the skein

but all we care about for thee

thou knowest now futility

that's all we care about for thee

that you did learn humility

it's all for thee, it's just for thee

a gift from God, Humility!

Ah hey ya hey ya hey ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Justice it's called by men and God

and you Consuela suffered from

the lack of it upon your life

now justice will thee take as wife

when next you tread man's streets of strife

that time will be the last, ah hey

Ah hey ya ya ya hey ya ya

Hey ya hey ya hey ya

Purpose of will, humility

a sense of justice carries thee

the sum is greater than its parts

you now possess the King of Arts

for you the heav'nly bell shall ring

you'll tread earth with Understanding!

Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya

Ah hey ah hey ya ya

Ah hey ah hey ah hey ya ya

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Understanding you'll carry there

in heart, in mind, in harmony

in harmony ah hey ah hey

Ah hey ya ya ya ya

Upon the church of harmony

yourself and God the rock ya hey

this last time will fulfill God's dream

this time you'll be with He!!

Ah hey ya hey ya hey ya ya ya

Hey ya ya ya ya................

Next time you'll be with He!

copyright cliff morris 1984


I found this next thing on the Internet. It is claimed the author is a Native American elder.

The Invitation

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


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An Idiot in Space
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Stop the Madness!! (under construction)
A Tornado in Canada
Last of the Red Hot DJs (a many chaptered thing)
The Great Steamboat Race
Howler Monkeys
Steve's Authentic Adventure in the Darien Gap
The Birmingham Conservatory of Music
Under Swamp Wood
Hillybilly Heaven
La Buena Noche
The Family Wine
Michigan State University Sailing Center