Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11 artist

April 18, 2014

“HEY WESTERN WORLD!!”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm

Did You Know China

is advertising on Chinese Television

for The People — yes, The Chinese

— All 1.3 Billion Of Them —

TO BUY GOLD?!

Why isn’t Our Half Of The World

advertising The Affordable Gold

I call SILVER??  I call

for SILVER  to Shine

on Our Big Black Screens

for less than $22.00 an ounce —

I am screaming for

This Monetary Agent

used in electronics, solar panels

in medicine as

an anti-bacterial agent —

I am screaming for

This Planet’s Adult-hood

East & West

to be refined into The Brilliance

OF THE ELEMENT OF SILVER

Showering Down On All Of Us

Bathing Us In Its Gleaming Purity

Of Knowledge Of Ourselves

As Human Beings

Subject To Tarnish

Object To Polish

and back

again

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April 15, 2014

MY WARDROBE

The Hawk Portico 2:48pm

I have Poetry Clothes

Invalid Clothes

Black Jesus Clothes

& Something for The Silver Christ

borrowed from The Invalid Ensemble:

My Thick Grey Robe

worn as My

“at home” attire

seen by My Husband, My Daughter

(She picked It out)

several carpenters

& maybe neighbours

when I take out

the trash

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April 13, 2014

9:22

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:26pm

I once had someone ask Me

“Joanna, are You A Perfect Person?”

I answered with The Perfect Answer

“Sometimes.”

I have always been

in A State Of Perfection

I have always existed

and The State Of Existence Is Perfect

when I die I will have

The Perfect Death

I will fly away to the stars

My Spirit will impregnate

again

the egg of someone new

and I will grow once more

into A Being with A Mind

into A Human with A Destiny

different from

My Own

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April 9, 2014

Why Don’t I?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:04pm

Why don’t I just think

about God the way

Everybody Else does?

How much simpler would My Life be —

My Writing?

Would I quit bashing My Head

against the proverbial brick wall —

Would I join the rest of Humanity

if I believed in creation —

How can I believe in creation when I believe

We’ve never NOT existed

& that WE are responsible

for Our Own Realities?

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April 7, 2014

INTRODUCTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm

I have The Music of Poetry

to guide Me

I have Black Jesus at My Side

I live by The Ocean

My Name is Joanna Gilman Hyde

I come out to greet You

Big Wide World

with My Art

My Concept of God as Humanity

Humanity as God

I Pray: Take Me In

I Pray:  Embrace The Sky

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April 4, 2014

The Gold-rimmed Journal

The Hawk Window Seat 4:27pm

Today My Black Jesus

Outfit List

inadvertently, but with My Consent

went into The Hands

of A Young Man

in Whom I have My Faith

as An Artist

as A Writer

as A Person

as A Creator

I hope His Acquisition

finds Its Way

into His Future

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April 1, 2014

“How Ya Doin’ Honey?!”

March 31st, 2014 Valley Regional Hospital, NS 5:32pm

Just let Me set here awhile

& let it all soak in —

let Me look at the mesh of the curtain

& remember The Flashes —

let Me hear My Mother-in-law breathing

under a heated blanket

& I will set & tell You

The Story with

no

end

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March 22, 2014

EXISTENCE

The Hawk Queen Bed March 21st 11:50pm

Please allow Me to explain

everything

in Galactic Terms —

if We are integrating with Aliens

it is mutually beneficial —

Yes, The Egyptians were convinced

of an afterlife

as I am convinced of God —

if the existence of Aliens

disputes the existence of God

I say No — We can and do

have both

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March 21, 2014

INTO THE NIGHT

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm

The Earth is under A Spell

or am I?

galvanized by not the shock

of 9/11

but by a deep mystery

which may never be abandoned

but from which We must

awaken

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March 21, 2014

GOOD GOD

The Hawk Kitchen 6:47pm

I See A Bird Of Silver

Against A Cloud Of Grey

It Signals To Me

All Is Well

And This Is How We’ll Stay

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