Six By Six By Three

Utah JayStarred Page By Utah Jay, 11th Dec 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I have group in the morning and I was thinking that I might as well get started early tonight with another story of the mean streets of Salt Lake City.

Six By Six By Three

Six By Six By Three

I remember when I was a kid
barely big enough to see out of the window
of Dad’s 51 Oldsmobile
feeling like I was on the Jolly Rodger
with Captain Hook,
but with no fear of crocodiles mind you,
especially one fool enough to swallow a clock,
tic tock, tic tock, tic tock.

The Banished Boy

It's something each banished boy waits for you know,
like Indian Joe,
the crack of the ball on the bat,
the fall of the brave daredevil
as the piteous cries
rise from the crowd
demanding more and more
and then fall back
to silent again.

Lost in the Cut

I remember being lost in the broken voice,
lost in the back cut crying for more
listening to the distant bark of dogs
with something caught in my throat
that I wanted desperately to say,
like a hot coin in my pocket I needed to spend,
like the dead king, his riches squandered
and his gray eyes coined shut forever.

Living In a Quiet Mind

You know it is not a matter of having
a lot of everything,
It’s a matter of having a lot of what you need
When you need it,

Like food, or drink, or something to smoke.
Like the color of yellow in spring
when the daffodils and tulips are blooming,
or living in a quiet mind.

The Old Neighborhood

I remember,
I was always kicking against the bricks
when I was a kid, back in the old neighborhood.
It’s just a matter of making friends
and keeping peace in the family,

that’s what Mother told me
as she pinned her sheets on the line
trying to take time with me as well.

Sinning in the Suburbs

I remember the black, black night,
as the frozen foot remembers the cold
the day they buried her.
The day they put her in the cold Redmond dirt.
I was out sinning in the suburbs,
watching how the rising moon looked too big,
too bright, too yellow to be real
slipping behind the trees,
behind the falling mountains west of town
wishing I had a friend left in the world
who would talk to me
like I wasn’t
just another spit junky
lost on the street.


Words and Photos by uTAH jAY

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Retired
11th Dec 2014 (#)

nice post..

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
11th Dec 2014 (#)

Utah Jay, I love your writing as you know. There were some parts that made me happy and some parts that made me sad. I loved the picture "the old neighborhood" we've all got memories from the old neighborhood. I love it! Times were different way back when. Life is nice now but at times scary. We don't know what direction the world is taking. At times I think what if everything we knew were gone in a second. What would our plan be? I will leave that to you because I have no idea. Smiles to you today and always!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
11th Dec 2014 (#)

I remember simple pleasures of life but nothing satisfies us anymore - the more we have the more we want is the battle cry. Thanks Utah Jay for the remembrances - siva

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author avatar Utah Jay
11th Dec 2014 (#)

Thank you so much Nirajsinh.

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author avatar Utah Jay
11th Dec 2014 (#)

It is always nice to know that someone likes the way we write Nancy and thank you so much for reading.
As for the photo "the old neighborhood" it really is not my old neighborhood, it was a house I saw in Gleenwood Springs, Colorado. I do take a lot of pictures, we really do live in a beautiful world, but I am happy you liked it.

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author avatar Utah Jay
11th Dec 2014 (#)

Siva, I have had it all and lost it all and found that what really matters is what we can take with us into the next world...Things of the heart. Thanks for reading and always being positive.

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author avatar Utah Jay
11th Dec 2014 (#)

And thank you too Steve. Nothing would happen around here without you guys and the work you do.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
12th Dec 2014 (#)

Wonderful poem and the inspiration in it, wow!

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author avatar Utah Jay
12th Dec 2014 (#)

You know Fern...Your alright.

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
15th Dec 2014 (#)

you are marvellous Utah...;thank you :-)))

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author avatar Utah Jay
15th Dec 2014 (#)

Thank you Carolina, you are so kind.

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