Green Gold

Green Gold

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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Inspired by Kimberly Melody Guiterrez

"
it was the year of the pop song
according to the boys named
after rapid eye movement,

or thereabouts, dates aren’t
that important anyway,

the imprint of the twenty-third
letter in the arid field was probably
there years before and still is there
all these years later,

twenty-three in fact,

give or take,

again dates aren’t that important,

either way, the man that this man
doesn’t always see eye to eye with
left a positive imprint upon him,

he is the model of excellent
fatherhood after all,

he was, and still is,
a duck in that lived
in the numbers of the
form twice a value
added to one where
the value is any value,

he has a cowboy hat
with a rattlesnake skin
just above the rim,

he killed it and scalped it
there sometime before or
after the first shrub
was elected to the
highest office,

but on this day, on our
way out to the imprint
of the twenty-third letter,
we are on the search for
a piece of green gold,
something this man had never
seen before as a child just like
the piece of green gold
that is caressing his ears now,

they were both obscure then
but as a youngster he was
standing in the proper
location above the
green gold, just
the fourth track
on the green
recording
that went
gold,

father and I don’t always
see eye to eye these days,
but in those days, he was
the hero and they went on
weird adventures and this
weird adventure was finding
the cactus that father wanted
to store under green plastic,

oddly enough, the pop bottle
that we kept the cactus had a moniker
of a massive mountain who‘s shadow we lived,
one that housed and still houses the first-alert satellite
facility, the one that warned the missileers
in this part of the world that the end of
humankind was at hand,

and the other funny thing,
it wasn’t the exact cactus
that dad had found but a
lucky accident that I came
across in those formative days,

we found that sometime later,

dad marked it with an orange pole,
an orange flag calling out a warning
in the style a band of male demons
would appreciate,

to this day, it was locked away
in a mental file of the positives
that we never bring up because
the negatives always leave the
longer lasting scars,

but, in those days, the father,
as odd a duck as he was, was
the model of positive experience
and hero worship,

and a model of mental acuity
that must have been passed on
to his oldest progeny,

the highway that runs between the army
base and the overbearing mountain
is numbered as a multiple of twenty-three,
and the other factor is the sum of two and three,

he truly gave and I truly took,

in the year of the pop song,
he was the age that this poet is now
and now they are closer than ever,
because who else is going to give
him fatherly advice when the mouse
reaches certain milestones in her life,

this poet is green, wet behind the
ears on the parenting front, and the
father gave him a golden existence,

and maybe the ditch, the strange shape
in the field next to the housing complex,
actually stands for the word wonderful,

whatever the truth may be,
the connections came together
all over again

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


Author's Note

Kenneth The Poet
Context:

I lived on an army base on the Front Range at the conclusion of the Reagan administration and into the Bush I administration. Dad was a captain doing what he loved at the time. He was and still is an excellent father. This poem was inspired by childhood memories of location, his love and the music of the day. After reading a piece by the one in the dedication, the memories of that year flooded back. This is one of my typical free-verse pieces in my typical voice. Hope you enjoy it.

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... i spent my childhood in a military base too... my father was in the indian air force... i love how you've brought out the texture of that life... with its multiple hues... one knows one is there for a purpose that one can't comprehend... and yet... childhood unravels... with all the adventures... complexities... joys... this was quite a journey that triggered a million memories... life right now is very, very different... but i do know that my childhood lives within me... immortal as ever... like you said...

whatever the truth may be,
the connections came together
all over again

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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12 Years Ago

... my mind is buzzing with memories since i read this piece... i might end up writing something too.. read more
Kenneth The Poet

12 Years Ago

Go for it.
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12 Years Ago

:)



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You my friend are a true magican of words, as a reader I was hooked and whole poetry of your's run like a movie..childhood and memories simply amazing

Posted 10 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

10 Years Ago

Thanks, Amos. Glad you like it.
A. Amos

10 Years Ago

I checked all your work on youtube and find each piece filled with message. Adore honesty, raw and c.. read more
They always do it seems in one way or the other. Thought provoking and great insight.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Josh. Great to see you as always.
joshua deathdealer

11 Years Ago

yw. you too.
Thank you for the story in the poem. I knew the old timers in my 15 years in the Army. As a young soldier I remember drinking with and enjoying their stories. I became like them. They taught me the old timers. Train the soldiers well and enjoy life. I like your dad's hat and how you learn to understand his life. Thank you for sharing the excellent story. Best stories are the real one's.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Coyote. I am glad for the review.
The musical theme was easy to latch my mind to and tied the write together well
The feeling that the author was a mathematics lover also falls into my mind.
About dates... You must not love history, or at least not enjoy how it is taught today. Ha.
Yet, we could learn all we need to know from history without knowing the dates...
Hmmmmm? May need to keep that to myself.
Then enters the real debate. Fatherhood. The memories of your father wrapped in the albums of music you shared.
The failings not as important as the time he chose to spend with you.
I think we have the solution. Dates my not matter, but time does!
Is the letter really a "w" or is the number unrelated and the real puzzle solved in consideration of "m"?
I enjoyed the journey with you today.
Scott.


Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thanks for review, Scott. I am quite pleased with the description. You deconstructed my mindset quit.. read more
 David Scott

11 Years Ago

I suspect they will be. The desires of the heart understood by theind have a way of growing into rea.. read more
Dude this is really good. I definitely enjoyed reading this piece...! Keep it up man...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thank you, realm!
realmwriter

11 Years Ago

No prob man...!
Completely enjoyed this piece...it was a story within a beautifully penned poem. You chose the perfect wording, phrasing and imagery to bring alive your thoughts and this little moment in your life. This is as complex as it is simple...well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thanks a bunch, GF. Happy Friday to you.
i get hints at r.e.m. and george w buttmonkey in this that made me howl and cringe at the same time. i have to say that i really enjoy your considerable wit and your lavishly imaged yet unique and progressive style of writing. this smacks of writers like alan ginsberg and shel silverstein at the same time, i love it. what a wild ride!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thank you, quinfinn.
Holy cats, dude. I love this. Every damn word. I laughed out loud when you referred to Bush One as a shrub xD All of the little subtleties throughout, the references to the music of the time and the green and the gold and the W...it all gave me such a warm feeling. And, aw, the mouse...that is too sweet. Excellent piece, Kenneth, just excellent. I am a huge fan of free flowing poetry and this is one of the finest examples I've seen. well done.

-kimmer

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thanks, KA. I consider this a favorite of mine.
KAOlmsted

11 Years Ago

My pleasure...so do I ;-)
Amazing piece Kenn.... theers no better feeling when its good then a childhood memory.... really a great piece !!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kenneth The Poet

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Debbie.

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