Thursday, March 23, 2017

Z


A bolt of lightening blazes through the sky
And illuminates my soul

Monday, August 15, 2016

Still Moonlit Night

Ponce Inlet Florida  Photography by Kathy Mitro

A dog in the desert
a still moonlit night
the moon casts it's moonbeams
on different shapes of life
the stillness is brilliant 
in it a parody of peace
a beam pierces a den yawning with life 
then recedes
as the dust roils and covers sentinels once knowing life
but now can never again see
if I talk to you in this night of beauty and hope
will it float on the air
will it rise up in tribute, in a bubble of care
the stillness falling so heavy this evening with cloying sweetness 
in just  memory
able to bring me back to that still moonlit night.
-Mitro

Talking Politics With a Crab

Red Crab Woman from Mars - Mitro

Sitting on the beach sipping Orangeade
I want to talk about politics but it seems to make the pounding waves feel small
the sun beats on my shoulder and face
and makes me feel warm and good
I know things are good
I follow a crab on a short dive down his crab home
I feel for the guy
who is the guy behind the crab mask
when people look at him they see food
the crab pops out again and looks at me
trust takes time
I carry on
-Mitro
Mitro



Red Car

Red Car Red Car - Mitro

Careening down the middle the road
the car looked like it was drunk
I've never seen a drunk car but there I was face to face with one
the car churned up little windmills of grit and dirt as it sped on it's merry way
back and forth and over the lines
it made me quite dizzy to look
reminding me of a mad Bea I reached for my iPhone to record it
I shall call it voyage of a bumble bee
it cut into the cluster of lilies on the side of the road
it spit out chunks of grass foolish enough to get in it's way
a pretty color of red it was quite a sporty looking car
it did not seem to be the kind of fellow to let the booze get to him so intensely
but intensely it was got
no sense of seemliness or order here
a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning
and all was in order
and the car went merrily on it's way
-Mitro

Market Place in Cairo With a Boy a Monkey and Bananas

The Horse Jumped Over the Moon / Jay Leno on a Rocking Horse - Mitro

The turgid air felt heavy on my skin
and I was not the only one who felt it
the marketplace was filled with strange people milling about and talking nonsense
I made my way to the front of the line and asked
have you seen a small boy about this size  gesturing with my hands
I am met with disbelief  a scornful glance that burns me with its fever
and looks askance of my sanity
a boy that small all alone in this breathing heaving mass of humanity
if it was so and he was here
he would have been taken long ago
I panic I
turn
and there on top of a huge bunch of bananas
playing with a monkey
is the boy, my boy and I say it's time to go home
-Mitro 

A Summer Night in Kenya

Dreamer - Mitro

A summer night in Kenya
the animals standing round.
I slip my boat into sea green water
silently making no sound
the water steams in oven heat
the fish too tired to swim
a blood red moon hangs overhead too dim to light the way
but simply languishing  hanging there
as if it's come to play
huge sentinels of enormous trees
come alive with living snakes
as if the night can hide their flight
from tree to tree to bank
forest sounds shatter the night
crackling and hissing with calls of the wild
then I awake it's only a dream
I lay in my bed and smile 
-Mitro

The Preacher Says Redemption

Jesus Preaches While Kittens Reign Down - Mitro

The preacher says lift the stain of self flagellation 
off your soul
let the power of light illuminate your being
speak not of things that felt erring
bathe in light
light of immortal redemption
when all done turns immaculate clean
without this chaos in growing
things needing seen
remain forever unseen.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

To a Fat Toad in Deep Dark Space


A Duck's Escape From the  Mundane Into the Incredible - Mitro


Way way out in deep space, talking to the stars
my friend calls out come look, over there is Mars
as celestial fireballs explode in the night 
filled with brilliant blazing colors and small shooting lights
flashing around in my eyes and my head
I shake off the colors and then to my dread
incredulity shoots through me, do I hear  a knock
a knock at the door in deep outer space
mayhaps it's an alien looking for a taste
we giggle nervously debating the case
the ship wafts and turns
floating softly in space
blackness descends covering over our face
the equipment board glows a green eerie light
really intensifying our sudden fright
the knock on the door did we hear it again
visions of  green men come unbidden again
we look at our camera and lo and behold
what we see is amazing
could it be a fat toad
his size is so tiny
his face is so fat
his arms raises up and then knock knock again
his back has a hunch
his legs have a bend
he calls out quite jolly 
open up,it's alright, I'm friend
was there ever a friend that looked so confound strange
we hesitate and then, hear knock knock again
he calls out because I look  different, no need to be afraid
the world needs the difference or it would be just too plain
from where I come, I am emperor, I am the King
people kneel and they honor me
but what do you see
I think when you look at me
you see a green thing
but this is a big world and we must all get along
and do much more than tolerate
we must help each other around
and navigate the vastness that is the being of space
only then we find peace, when the difference we embrace
So now I must ask you, what would you do? 
would you open and trust
and make a friend true blue
a chance at a new friend who looks very different
from you
the girls choice was easy they pulled back the bolt
and opened the door with  a little small jolt
see differences don't much matter out there in space
in fact they should never matter in any old place 
-Mitro

The Big Blue Whale Who Cried

Manatee - Mitro


Deep down below the ocean
sat a big blue whale
who cried and cried
his heart out
sighing
no one wants a big fat whale
his name was Fred
and he would dread
when people came to meet him
they would act surprised
open up their eyes, and say
but my
your a big fellow
he though oh wow
I'm young now
and have no interest in girls
but when I decide to take a bride
who will take on such a blubber
the currents rushed and the ocean drew
and a strange little surprise revealed
why there just in front of him
before his very eyes
came a tiny little man
with tiny little feet
and of tiny little size
he rode aboard a seahorse
and tears fell from his eyes
now Fred was  intrigued and
felt so bad he wanted to help this fellow
he said to him why do you cry
you little tiny fellow
the man looked up for indeed he was
a very old old man
and said to Fred why would I not
it's all because of my size
and you of course would not understand
for I can see you are a healthy strapping man
now this quite stopped our Freddy short
and he pondered deep and thought 
and then he sat and sighed
 and blurted out his heart
it seems that we are never pleased with anything we are
we want what's different than ourselves
when we are  actually five stars
if only we could see we are lovely just  the way we are
and that it takes the tiny and the large
so hold your head high with dignity
-Mitro


Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The Man in The Moon is Pining For You


The Man in The Moon is Pining For You -  Mitro
Blinded by the starlight
the red wren flees the air
and makes a voyage to safety
in whatever way he dare
oh precious bird
what do you fear
why do you fear the night
why silly goose
I'll tell you why
because there is not light 
- Mitro

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Allie


Christmas - Mitro
My son grows like a exquisite crystal
in magnificent paths and en pointe
his energy refracts like a rainbow 
with beautiful colors intent 
a multitude of angels sing through him in halo
in dulcet harmonious tones
intelligence seeps through his aura
surrounding all he takes on
a beautiful corona of lightness 
follows him forever around
my son eludes absolute goodness
and in growing his life becomes incredibly strong
a dazzling crystal of mankind 
my son 
not mine
but his own
-Mitro

Monday, August 8, 2016

Story of Forever Monday Morning

We walked into the room
and felt the tension immediately
an unearthly sense of doom
I put the package of beautiful cupcakes on the table
I had no taste for them anymore
in fact I felt like running out the door
but something suddenly transfixed me
I heard a tinny laugh
and heard the chair legs scrapping across the wood floor
it wasn't anything someone in my position could ignore
all of a sudden lights flashed on
and the room seemed to spin
drat it was the darn fuques again
I paced the distance between the door and me
enough to dive and run
but was I fast enough to outrun a gun
but you fool
the guns in your head
it's only Monday morning
a time you've come to dread 
-Mitro

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The Bum Poem

Possum - Mitro

In a beautiful glen in Ireland
among the golden grass
I took a jug of water but I forgot to bring a glass
the emerald valley sparkled
covered in flecks of sun
I wanted to climb a tree and did
and dirt stuck to my bum
-Mitro

Shadow Land

The world is full of shadows
-Mitro
sharp and clean
illuminating my soul
not the dark shadow land creatures
but a foretelling of futures of gold
I knock and now no one now answers
I know only I can open the door
to beautiful sunshine tomorrows
only I and I alone have that control 

my future is brilliant and unfolding
right now at this very minute of time
if you want to come with me just tell me
but you have to be strong and not twine
for I need no more cumbersome burdens
this is my time and my time alone
I can love you tomorrow and for always
if you just learn to leave me alone
-Mitro

Monday, August 1, 2016

Sliver Ocean Salt Life

Daytona Beach Florida  Photography by Kathy Mitro
A silver day starts at the ocean
liquid blue waves stream to kiss powdered shore
a tiny boy dropkicks a football
hard to ask for anything more
the sea gulls cry out and are quite raucous
the terns I call the boys from Japan
with their mars black flop of  a hairdo
resembling honorable oriental men
the crabs fly everywhere into hidey-holes
as we walk on the sand hand in hand
my spirit calls out to calm and reassure them
but I fear that they don't  understand
surfers in brilliant yellow and orange board shorts
imitating the sun and  wearing jubilant grins
today is their day at the ocean
and they will only let happiness in
pelican dive and then cannonball
the water shoots up in the sky
from their heavy little bodies hitting water
 in stupendous and death defying dives
dolphins cavort and then tumble
through endless wave after wave after wave
so this is what they call salt life
the joy the salt air and salt water brings
-Mitro

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Ode to My Rock Star Son

Rock Star - Mitro
Rock star burn so  brightly, so brightly into  night
the crowds are patiently waiting
expecting phenomenal delight
what say you are you up
up to do the night
what a dizzying  way to make a living
black velvet voice washes over light
better guard your hearts                                            
with you and only with you
all  dims in cavernous yawn
when curtain opens
and spotlight picks out you
- Mitro



Monday, July 4, 2016

A Dusty Golden Evening and The Man Strolled Into Town

Father - Mitro
A dusty golden evening and
the man strolled into town
and set many hearts aflutter
when he so much as tipped his crown
he was a strapping fellow
and knew  how to get around
he passed through this life easily
but felt this moments war
for he was not just a wanderer
oh no he was so  much more
so he tiptoed in the shadow
and knocked upon the door
who answered did not matter
he knew that it was right                    
to find what he was searching for
and to knock back any fright
the streets were rather dusty
and the dust it stuck to his hair
but still he looked so pretty
in a devil may way care
he said I have a summons
a summons to meet my dad
they say he's on his death bed
and I've come to make him glad
to honor the man who sired me
and help him find his peace
in leaving this world early
now now please don't you weep
you'll always be my father
but why do you so much care
you abandoned me when I needed you
and now you pierce me with that stare
the stare that says your sorry
and I really was not to blame
but why do I always feel that way
at the mention of your name
so close your eyes my papa
we'll meet in Heaven soon
lets just not make it too early
I've plans to shoot the moon
and poise myself for stardom
in a world that can be so cruel
cruelty that started with you
and now you surely rue
I'll seek the world of  compassion
I know that it is there
and when I find my compass
I'll live without a care
-Mitro


Night Creature Turning Into Forest

Night Creature Turning Into Forest - Mitro

Red orbs in forest light the way
and blaze with unremitting flame
but still I wander 
and still it's the same
to take the fire
to take the flame
amazing destiny
one travels at night
for beneath the cover of dark
one is home once again
-Mitro

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Instructions on How to Love Your Mama

Mother on a Hillside - Mitro

The story begins at the beginning
and extends way far back in the past
when three little, small little orphans
had made themselves quite a pact
one was named Duffy McDuffus
one was named McGingle McGee
the other just answered to Charlie
he got the name at his blessed mamas knee
they all enjoyed sunshine and riding
and  often stumbled upon a good find
but this time it was a  bit different
this time, the find was sublime
they could not quite really believe it
so they kept rubbing and rubbing their eyes
for in a meadow with clover and daisies
they heard a sweet  babies cry
the babe was surrounded on all sides
by wildlife watching over the child
there were possums and wood mice and raccoons
everything there that was wild
the animals parted like ocean
a story that goes back to biblical times
and let the orphans have access in a motion
for they knew there was no closer tie
than the kinship between motherless children
these are ties that tie tight, and that bind
with the boys saying  this baby
would never know hardship nor pain
as long as the babe stayed in their life
as long as their wishes had gain
so the moral to learn from this is not lesson
on how to find  baby in wild
but instructions on what to do with your own mama
when you are blessed enough to have her around
the instructions are really no drama
and address strong bonds between mother and child
hold onto your mama today and hug her
kiss her and whorl her around
and bless the heavens that she's still in your life
near and dear and you can hear her sweet sound
because someday she'll be an angel
and you know that she'll go far away
so take advantage of the time while she's here
and dance with her on this fine day
cause you never know, no never, no never
what you have until it is taken away
-Mitro

This poem is dedicated to  my own dear mother Rita June Kinnee Mitro who became an angel way too soon.
Rita June Kinnee Mitro


Monday, June 6, 2016

Rage

Rage - Mitro

Rage oh so rageful
what ever must possess
to throw out all that ugliness
for someone else to catch
it lingers not upon the air
oh no it does much harm
it lands upon the universe
in universal alarm
rage is never pretty
so why give in
and let it overtake
and stain us with his ugliness
that is a huge mistake
 Mitro
 

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Divine Dance a Tribute to Dogs and Elephants


                                      Dance of The Divine a Tribute For All Dogs and Elephants- Mitro


A band of gypsies came to town
in beautiful colors and  tattered crowns
they filled the town with their  joy and their mirth
and acted quite frankly like they  owned the earth
when in fact indeed they had
rites of ownership always go to the glad
ribbons of pleasure ran through the earth
caught unaware by this treasured birth
they danced and they sang
they honored their dead
ancestral pledges freely they rang
to the dog
to the elephant
to take to the grave
of the honored the humble
the people who gave
so for all of you elephants
and all you dogs too
enjoy this here dance
cause this dance is for you
-Mitro



Thursday, April 14, 2016

Suntan



Suntan Suntan -Mitro



I picked and peeled the grapefruit
and inside I found  gold
a golden circle of sunshine
to fill an empty void
it always makes me happy
to know there plenty more
money always brings me  sunshine
when it comes knocking at my door 
- Mitro




Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Got a Mommy Named Salami Who was Almost Called Pastrami




Got a Mommy named Salami
she was almost called Pastrami
it do notta alarm me
it is the way of the world
too many Lindas
way too many Susans
Give  me Salami any day
so if you got a mama named Salama
or a preacher called Kilitzu
don't assume it's a name for a Shih Tzu
just take it in your stride
and try and enjoya the ride.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Drinking Wine on Bourbon Street




Two fat cats sat like totem poles
each too short to see
rainbow bracelets on their knee
drinking jasmine tea
what a tack to take with me
it almost worked yeah sure
but then suddenly
what was this
enough to start a war
two brown monkeys beguiling with
I had the take the fifth
it all went down on Bourbon street
except we were drinking wine
who'd of thunk it would matter so much
to yours and mine and thine
a maypole dances gay-ai-ly
perhaps a little drunk
a silver basin sits beside, for those who need a dunk
a  small Japanese boy calls out to me, where then will you dine
entwined and entailing our heart with theirs
and I really did not mind
a cage of books
a jar of cheese
a pretty little maid
sometimes that is all it takes
to place a man in his grave
so I gave up the books
I gave up the cheese
but I could not give up the maid
and now I sit in golden years
and wonder at the stares
I can't believe I ended here
peering at peeling stairs
but still I can't really complain
there is a beautiful breeze
and an old man such as myself, has no one left to please

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Put Christ Back in Christmas



A trip down the street
and whatta  I see
bunches of  people looking at me
a woman in a pilgrims hat
hollers out hello
I crouch down on the pavement
proving how low I can go
I write with colored chalk 
having fun while others walk the walk
a man is marching to music in his head
a woman stands holding a bone
while I wonder about Easter
will I have to spend it alone
a multitude of multiples
and then a car speeds by
it's covered with tattoos
aka bumper stickers
announcing, practically screaming
put Christ back in Christmas
and I get indignant
who took him out
children in red silk pajamas
clamor to see the moon
they heard it can talk
because it holds a man
perhaps it holds Santa Claus

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Amaranthine Woman



Amaranthine woman
perfect vision of loveliness
to be together with such a soul
is comfort for the heart
willows weep at her beauty
starlight falls from the sky to feel her skin
animals gather to nestle in her goodness
and treetops bend down to kiss her hair
the rivers stretch and bend to touch her hand
and the ground sighs with the pleasure of her footprint
oh to be such a woman
the promises of the universe well in her eyes
and truth never ceases to be

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Holy Wars

Church - Mitro
And they said you must believe as I believe
And they said the way I believe is God's word
And they said my God says kill all that do not honor me.
And they said those that cannot, have not heard his word.
And I said what kind of God is this to believe?
And I said because I believe that you must have misunderstood.
And I said God would never ask us to kill.
or to be in any way, forced or coerced.
And I said is God not all mercy?
And I said is God not all love?
And I said we all have our own God's, or not
And I said that's the way it was set up
And I said we were all born with free choice.
And I said it starts with being able to choose
And that choice should include Gods to believe in 
and in not being condemned for that choice
-Mitro

Post script for all that sighed with relief that they would never kill, is not condemning, even in ones mind , others to eternal hell for not believing in kind, in it of itself, a small holy war?
-Mitro 


For additional reading I suggest a wonderfully articulated novel on this subject by Sam Harris, a true master.
The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason
by Sam Harris

 "The End of Faith articulates the dangers and absurdities of organized religion so fiercely and so fearlessly that I felt relieved as I read it, vindicated....Harris writes what a sizable number of us think, but few are willing to say."―Natalie Angier, ?New York Times 





Monday, March 14, 2016

See Mitro Soft Abstract Art in Fun Flip Book

I have posted my own Mitro art along with my own personal interpretation of paintings in a fun flip style book.
I like it a lot.
I have also included prices and sizes for those interested in buying.  Fun Flip Booklet
 Flip Book

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Elephants and Doggies Dance

Dance of the Divine a Tribute to all Dogs and Elephants - Mitro
Doggies dance and elephants rule
it's always been that way
crazy guys, crazy life
they wouldn't want it any other way
elephants dance
and dogs do to
in frenzied happy joy
dance dance dance you crazy fools
dance the night away
to be divine
to be the kings
to say and do whatever you please
for tomorrow comes with  glory
for it's beggars and it's kings
-Mitro


Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Miss Confidence and Three Om's of Creation

Miss Confidence and The Three Om's - Mitro
I walk to the post office
it's a beautiful summer day
an egret stands by the  side of the road then flies off in his heart shaped beauty
he does not want to stay
it's the kind of day the Notherner's say, ah what a beautiful day
but I am in Florida and it's just a typical day
I scan the address on the envelopes
five in total tick tick tick
like a time bomb will they do the trick
can I summon people who do not want to be summoned
but this is a effort last ditch
a chance to see for myself if I have judged everyone too harshly
my brother is ill I do know that
and my sister is mean I know that
and my other brother is selfish
and what am I
self centered self absorbed
we never really see our own flaws so we must look deeply for them
like the crab says we all have our own issues and
the lady at the post office is kind
she wears a blue uniform and a big broad smile
her teeth gleam whitely and I wonder how they came to be so, well white
she assures me the the letters will arrive on Wednesday
Wednesday is the following night
the minutes will tickle by slowly until I know letters will be in 5 different hands
then all hell will break lose and the telephone wires will sizzle and crack
each filled with outrageous demands

Coyote Child

Chaos is Essential to Spiritual Growth - Mitro
Up on top of the mountain
things looked very tall
I saw a large coyote, and beside him, his small child
the resemblance hit as spot on
and I took a turn to pause
to find the little one's name was John
and they spent their days admiring the clouds
as they wiled and they passed each gorgeous day
loving just hanging around 
it pops in my head to think 

who is foolish enough to think animals wild





-Mitro Paintings



Stephen Hawkins 2015 The Theory of Everything

A sinking feeling is nothing more than an excuse to misbehave
on the road to empowerment it leads you on a divergent pathway
I long for the days of freedom
and pay homage to the gods in control of them
2 more times and it will be later
2 days later
I want to start feeding now
No more time to let others hurt
I must be the strong one
I have the answer and I am not using it
Why?
Came to me I was thinking of the poem rise up
when I arose 
Let us see your souls
I can do anything I want and this is so important
I no longer want to keep it at bay like Baywood
Life is too big to act small
Stephen Hawkins 2015 The Theory of Everything

Santa Hats

Santa's Wild Ride 2015 - Mitro
I went into the grocery store
just to look at the board
it was a trip in earnestness
but only served to make me forlorn
the cashiers looked so jolly
all in Santa hats
I wondered was there magical energy
locked inside the cap
well poo and then poo again and then pee diddle dee
just what did that serve to make of me
an unhappy guy with no get up and go
and a bare head not shining with glee
-Mitro