Donald Traxler's Poetry

Monday, January 22, 2024

Sunday, January 14, 2024

He Is a Man of Extremes

He is a man of extremes,

both dark and light,

forever combining

the day and the night.

atsvyai gesvase asgaya galosvstanodi vhnai,

igvla ulasigi ale ulvsada,

igohidv gatlisanvhv

iga ale svnoyi.

ᎠᏨᏯᎢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏍᎦᏯ ᎦᎶᏒᏍᏔᏃᏗ ᎥᎿᎢ,

ᎢᎬᎳ ᎤᎳᏏᎩ ᎠᎴ ᎤᎸᏌᏓ,

ᎢᎪᎯᏛ ᎦᏟᏌᏅᎲ

ᎢᎦ ᎠᎴ ᏒᏃᏱ.

Saturday, January 13, 2024

This poem will eventually be read on Youtube, accompanied by some simple live-looped music, similar to my vid "Janis in the Window," which has been out there on Youtube for a few years now. Anyway, this is what I've got, so far.

Janis on the Astral

Running loose on the Astral Plane,

I found a place of trippy memories:

curious things, close to hippie hearts,

rare, out of style, the shop did contain.

I knew that Janis had been there,

and would come again if I should wait.

I tried to send her a message,

and indeed she saw it,

but has not, as yet, replied.

[It never occurred to me at all

that Janis Joplin had died,

for such does not happen,

on the other side.] Repeat.

Friday, January 12, 2024

Aging Project LXX

Wednesday, January 10, 2024

Nudity Is a Human Right II

Tuesday, January 9, 2024

War

War is not a part of nature.

It is a pillar of the Patriarchy,

a tool of greed and lust for power,

its instigators no better than common thieves,

and the murderers of their own more human kin.

War is a tool of human degradation.

In war, there is nothing to win.