I Hear Change (new poem, old photo)
I hear the
Only
Thing you can ever
Be sure of is
Change.
I hear
Change
Is
Eternal.
But try telling that
To a dollar bill.
Me about age 4 in Lorain, Ohio
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John Burroughs,
a.k.a. Jesus Crisis, is a pacifist, poet, playwright, musician, composer, bibliophile, and seeker in Elyria, Ohio.
Co-founder (with Dianne Borsenik) of the monthly Lix and Kix Poetry Extravaganza and the annual winter wordfest known as Snoetry, John is also the founding editor and publisher for Crisis Chronicles Press and a regular contributor to the Cleveland Poetics and Ohio Poetry Association blogs. Since 2011 he has served as the OPA's webmaster pro tem.
John founded a loose association called Poets of Lorain County, under whose auspices he's hosted regular open mic and featured poet events at the Avon Lake Public Library and the Lorain Arts Council's 737 Gallery, as well as the PoetryElyria series at Jim's Coffeehouse and Diner, the Scott M. Duncan Photography studio and other venues in his hometown.
John's work has appeared on stages in four states, as well as in numerous journals, and he is the author of five poetry chapbooks:
Water Works (Recycled Karma Press, 2012)
Electric Company (Writing Knights Press, 2011)
6/9: Improvisations in Dependence by Jesus Crisis (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2009)
Identity Crises by Doug Manson, JC and Bree (Green Panda Press, 2009)
Bloggerel by JC (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2008)
Two broadsides featuring his work, For Change Is and Low Kay Shun, are available from NightBallet Press. His fifth chapbook, Water Works, is forthcoming in 2012 from Recycled Karma Press.
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The Tao of Jesus Crisis: I Hear Change (new poem, old photo)
I hear the
Only
Thing you can ever
Be sure of is
Change.
I hear
Change
Is
Eternal.
But try telling that
To a dollar bill.
Me about age 4 in Lorain, Ohio
Nice, very nice. Got me thinking.
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Thank you, Brian! Glad the thinking's contagious...
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fr some reason I can hear WC Fields saying this
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My favorite Fields quotation is "A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money."
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coincidence. my blog tomorrow begins with this fields quote:
"You can fool some of the people some of the time - and that's enough to make a decent living." - W.C. Fields.
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we found the poorer countries we visited (Poland, Croatia, Morocco, Mexico) where there were 8 to 10 country monetary units to one american dollar were the hardest to get change in because the atm machines gave large denominations and the street prices were very small and the vendors couldn't make change. tell that to your dollar bill.
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That's interesting....
I recall when I was a child, maybe five years old, I found a money clip made out of a peso coin, a very old coin (to me), maybe older than I was (so I thought it antique). My dad offered me a dollar for it, acted like he was being generous, but I thought he was trying to rip me off. I thought the peso was worth at least a hundered dollars. When I got older I looked it up, found out it was only worth a few cents.
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right now it's 10.4 pesos to one dollar.
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http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=877550&sitename=charlax&password=&poemoffset=0&displaypoem=t&item=poetry
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Charlax is back!!!!
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Welcome back, Charlax! I'd wondered where you went, if you were okay.
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this is the one eye was always trying to make rally thanzxk you John for oven cleaning
WhoWill
WhoWill
Who will read mye poetry will there be a lieberry in the future of mankind where people turn the books like dimes spent in the slot will they find CharlaX in the melting pot of crucible so many more deserving people write the Asimov and the Heinlein will always be the ones the children want. Perhaps unheeded the book of CharlaX Prose sits on the very last row and gathers dust and moss. Will the last lieberrian perhaps just read the covers one last time and pause. Take down the CharlaX book with trembling hands long used to reading love. And he will never read another book because he fell in love with poem prose and the way this man writes things from his heart he started a reading journey that will not soon depart from start. What is the end of time but novels in our hands the sky shoots clouds across the day turns into night the flashlights come out and still we would not part with book for death. Depending on what is it about not the length for eye have read some very long books because eye was interested and life itself took second place the bed forgotton eye must keep reading Father Mother dear eye am going camping to sleep in mye bookreading again. Perhaps the lieberrian will find all the charlax poems so interesting he will make a light at nite perhaps a General Store left open in the holocost with a flashlight and several thousand batteries on hand after all he has the time. He handles each page with alacrity of age fingers start at the edges and stop and start in a paroday of confused moments meant to halt the passing of time and enjoying some one elses writtings oh to be able to write like this how does this man pen these odes of wisdom. Then one day the book of CharlaXProse falls from withered hands as the man goes gently to his GOD and life is gone. He sleeps like all the rest of them the bombs have come but for several days perhaps weeks a few months of time perhaps years had come and gone the death of falling bombs have missed the old liberrian. Long enought for him to find a reason to read and light the night. Read all the poems Who Will.
http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=965063&sitename=charlax7&poemoffset=0&displaypoem=t&item=poetry
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Boy.. another poem of yours some how I've not commented on. I wonder why? Maybe I was traveling or sick. I usually try to hit all your blogs.
A good one .. I do remember having read it though.. thought why I never commented I don't know.
Hope it ends up being a winner... so best of luck to you .
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Thank you, Chris! Best of luck to you, too!
This was one of the poems in the pink elephant at Le Benefit in Kent.
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That's why it was somewhat familiar though I didn't remember reading the blog... LOL.. I did get the poem wrapped up from in the Pinata... wrapped around some Rock Pops!! I think..
Have it floating here on my desk I believe in my little treasure trove of "lucky finds"... LOL..
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