Archive for March, 2014

March 31, 2014

Little Bug (Common Cold)

Little bug you have me
Inside my head you go
Fired up within me
On malign mission you roam

Little bug you affect me
Causing cough and wet wheeze
Sneezes round, forth, up and down
In bed reposed I be

Little bug you make me ill
Few days more with these chills
Across the floor staggering at will
Consuming small round white pills

Little bug you wilt me so
Pale skin starts at a show
Pinked whites of eyes, yellow gunk below
Tight tangled blankets of twill I’m rolled

Little bug you surprise me so
Coming at this very time
Never thought I’d see the warmth gain
While you terrorize my mind

Little bug I’ll set you free
In just a few weeks I’ll be back to me
You make me cold, I shake and moan
Persistence stands, you shall see- as you go

From strong and loud to meek fragile bones
From days about to stuck in grey clouds with this common cold.

March 26, 2014

Ms. Price

The Matriarch of Thought
Standing once, again, at the front, near porous mind’s space
Stay at the cusp of those taught tangled tangibles.
Yet now I am
Her words, weighted moving out,
Stopping, at the presence
Of lofty stagnant aired room, scented perfume, bouncing off eggshell walls
And the aged dust of those pupils.

March 24, 2014


Change your mind;



Shift in your seat

Move your feet

Better your posture

Be discrete


And before you forget

Exist like the rest


Bent on sediment

Bent on sediment

Bent on sediment

Present tense.

March 21, 2014

Conscious Continued

On the State Level:

What is Freedom without Oppression?


Sunday liquor sales we don’t mention

Exclusive capital through resource retention

Taking the environment without apprehension

Marijuana is off the books because opiates pay pensions


Then we walk with hanging heads

Then we eat what we’ve been fed.


Paper collection friendships

Corporations part of a faceless community

But they have our president’s holy graces*

Existence thriving in high places so astutely


Their tree bearing tainted fruit

That is only being eaten by the ignorant and aloof.



As I am:


Taking the bus to work

Wearing same dirty old shirt

While not putting on airs

Not pretending unawares


Liars hold more account on the politician’s ear

Forsaken bent sinewy grotesque and clear, yet standing tall they still appear.



The trains roll through the station

But my Amtrak is late

Here’s to frack mines devastation

The passengers will wait


This one has been delayed

On to better days

Money rolls in, they can’t differentiate

But we must remain


Priorities not for minorities

A lesson in disgrace

Haven’t read the history

But what’s important before today’s date?


One could tell a story

And call it reality too

One could fly a sign

In hopes of attaining food


Desk sit forty hours

No wonder why I’m rude

Don’t count the flowers

Straighten up that rebellious attitude


That’s all.


This is local-

They appear global-


What about America?

What about global hysteria?



March 20, 2014

Sunday Sales MN.

Sunday Sales Minn.


Money for laws

Committed to economic treason

Artisans are hurt

While they are in full season


For Sunday Sales

Legislators and Mark Dayton

Minnesota Municipal Beverage Association

Citizens lacking choice; frustration


Remove hired heads

That won’t change the situation

Hands tied fruitless lines

Paid off by Corporations


Now I ask you one thing

In this democratic nation

Who makes calls on freedoms

The aristocratic alliances or the faithful patron?


Prove me wrong

Make this right.

March 19, 2014

American Sonnet

We lost the interest before we began

Moving fixed posters on the thick walls

Level-headed distinguished man

Digging hard and working all


Sight beheld in the palm of worn hand

Many created problems we’ve called

We never tried to make a plan

Sedentary thoughts prove scrawled


From Forefather’s will in our acts we’ve strayed

Many against the conservative man

Labels aren’t of working clay

Written books in stern pale hand


Lest knowledge gone, saves the old way

Covered maps in possessive words to understand

Ponderings of the lighted day

Proven by those that they can stand


Mixed pot of melting to tell

Ignorant jump so high for frail joy

The inner workings of this great hell

Innocent lost those few trained boys


White colors cast the witch’s spell

Conjured up in those open young and coy

That symbolic dust holds to the clouds well

Annoyance of such fickle vetted choice



Locked into strict box orthodox-stayed course

The American Dream’s been broken and forced.

March 14, 2014

On the Balcony with Love (at the Kitty Cat Club)

On the Balcony with Love

By Terry Scott Niebeling


Outside of the house

Watching droplets all

They bounce up in the sun

Lit sparkling they fall


Sunlight how nice

Made an ass of self

For getting after my girl

On account of my fault


Amber transparency

Whiskey glass fixed

In a cold dark corner

Full beer can of tricks


Bikers sit in the light

Talking weather and trash

They deliver their product

They careen as they pass


Balcony noise raindrops loud

Cars go by, and up, and around

Melt snow liquid moves splashing through

University sign scrawled illuminated blue


Machine gun fire streams

They fall from above

Perspiring from the heavens

Yellow orb showing love


Sit sip this splendid thought

Read and ponder this springtime hot.

March 11, 2014

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead Dead

Full shoes rock smuggler

In the basement before dirt

Hopscotch walk muddler

Parted smirk with mirth


In a place with no character

We (they) find a shiny coin


Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

Are insignificant to a point


No spokes in the wheel; full circle

Disdain, now, no wound to ‘oint


The Players show empathy to Ros and Guil, no disjoint ;

they are also at the mercy of the elements i.e. Hamlet

They desperately avoid blunder and blood red moist

However they can’t undo fate with any willed choice


Lifestyle of livelihood

Real-life social effect

In that case I’m dead

Fractionally:  Yes


They’ve been gone this whole time

stuck with inquistion in purgatory

They relive this act on track

This fact amends the story


We see it in un-, sub-, and supernatural forces:

They are caught in between.






And so on…

March 10, 2014

(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes/ Relatively Obscure

(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes

By Terry Scott Niebeling


Relatively Obscure;

But Only Now,

This year


(Must’ve been the Weather)


Thoughts at present

Winter resentment


(Had to’ve been a Tasteless Pleasure)




Rhymed lines


Blank verse




Beer on a deck


Sunburns that hurt


Been stuck-inside-life


There’s nothing worse


Darkest before the light


Patience makes all the worth


(Blinded by the light-eyesight)


Times in the Midwest

With the new season we’ll wear less for dress:


Abandon bundles…

Step through Puddles…


Avoid Potholes and Passive Aggressive Mumbles.


We still (always) look forward to the warm days ahead,

Sunlight makes it easier to leave the bed.  

March 5, 2014

The Death of Ruby Red

I cut her deep, was a small feat

Her pink shown light orange mingled red flesh


I peeled her skin exposed her meat

Her, beautiful orb-cracked, torn, limp, was dead


Her innards spray juice-sluiced, hot heat

Her life, close to expire, was in threat


This grapefruit I eat


I express no regret.


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