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Be Courageous Above All in everything
You do and become involved in since the
Inverse of doing this is often anathema
To leaning forward and getting things
Done and becoming a viable and vibrant
Force in your own life which is so important
Since we all have just this one chance
Within our mortal coil known as “life”
To make things happen and to make a
Difference and so the message should be
Why wait because the positive impact
You have on yourself can have that
Wonderful alchemic by-product on
Others you know and interact with
In our finite cosmos of the Human
Endeavor and so standup for your
Beliefs and ideas but always be
Polite and gracious to others since
These attributes go a very long way
In helping one to get things done and
In achieving goals both big and small
And so—Be Courageous Above All
Since you only live once with your
Current Soul Body on this most finite
Mortal Earth Plane! (And don’t forget
To laugh at yourself from time to time!)
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 12, 2014) (Didactic Verse poetic format)
THE BLACKER THE BERRY..
Misconception dims the path that leads her brown Clay
To shallow waters where she can never float like a butterfly but always stings like a bee
She is only good at germinating in dim waters like
Deep intellectual conversations
Always warrant entry into shallow society
Dictating that she could not have possibly been supple at first sight
She needed to be probed without pressing her buttons
It’s her stellar personality that beams like a floodlight in flood times
When it’s raining men but she can’t compete with the yellow flame
So she has to keep her battery charged
When she guides the men easily beguiled by the sparkling light
That has them having need for a yellow bone to chew even when they lack the appetite for it.
“Between us men, it is better than that organic fruit diet
The plate is too blackened by her sunned pigment”
The blacker the berry the sweeter her juice in private
While in public the males ride shot gun on the yellow ferry
It’s the societal Olympics where everybody needs to have the same shade trophy,
She the blacker berry watching from the sidelines while fixing her paint
A by-product of lightening products has her gaining first sight attraction
Because now she can quite be the woman to wear on his arm like a cuff link
Arresting other suitors’ attention because now she dazzles at night
And she can enjoy the benefits of her top coating
Even though deep within she is layered with insecurity.
***Written for all dark skinned beauties who feel less beautiful because of their shade of black
There's a point blank
Just south of Soulsville
where common pit desires exude
extreme ego ratios rotating on human gutlike
socioshadow experientials. Slow slug immuno
pain gestures cloud coilshaped reason
with limited intellirespect ids--only
that lonely by product of talking to
the mime chip on your shoulder clasped
hands in a froth frame of zero quotient
personality tolerance. Socioscan the fluid
flawed internoschism and plug yourself
into those autothoughts so socioprevelant
as to walk away and call it a draw day. Never
the tweens shall resolve. Sharp footsteps
with no meaning will evercast jaded overtone half
with tongues that bite their own limplip droppings
wag wash in cumulative deceit doings.
Drag your dill depths with an ether
grappling hook and sociosoothe your
infection---massage your emo entrails
with an existential ease of a
junk jolt to colon ize another
fecal space of cleansed renewal--like ripping
the tape from a well wound
dancing scales up and down
to a new brainbeating--livid at living
fax a look outside your self and erase
your exit embarassment for a beholding
chance at adding a new socioscore to your
puss life tax deduction. What a rectal return on your
individual invest mint-- ass the rich get raunchier
the poor prey prime evil----sign here, please.
paddling out
in a stylised freezer container
sustainable propulsion
for a fossil fuel by-product boat
he floats into blue tranquillity
watching the bottom slide by
as rocks weeds and shellfish
give way to the unfathomable
he navigates his speck of flotsam
into a world
where cormorants bathe
and stingrays bask in the sun
his cares
stranded on a sandy beach
their urgency diminishing
in a shrinking line of importance
paddling into blue
his thoughts ripple
like wind gusts
stirring but brief
internally focussed
waves rise like an epiphany
dragging him in
to an uncharted future
I’m a hate by-product,
made in America
I’m a plantation commodity item,
blue-eye gem slave engraved
in red clay walls Ivory bank vaults
I was silver dross reject packaged:
Prison cargo bar code stamped
coming to America
There’s no doubt about it,
I was fashioned here
by the free-market profiteering traffickers
They sell liberty propaganda lies,
and economic caste division worldwide
Got global many-me, slave waging
in a brave, New technological World
Laboring on noisy climate change thin ice
The only question is:
For your bottled silence,
what is the collaborating price?
I’m a fear by-product,
manufactured in America
Whatever your racial animus preference is,
you can buy on-line, prime patriotic hysteria ...
for the gutter low cost of a figure 8 black ball
My street value is worth a late 911 call,
trigger transactions get no refund
for any tin badge mortal damage caused
A morgue resale
happens every crimson clover fourth fall
I’m an ethnic waste by-product,
iron-oar dumped in America
The Black Plague of chained anger came
when they cattle branded me
with a new name
Been living depressed in ghetto bliss
four centuries as auction clerical
Sitting on a factory warehouse shelf ...
waiting to be placed on a death inventory list,
by the merchants of flesh trafficking
Human property owners and gun lobbyists;
those bought and concealed,
in some dark lord’s pocket,
are semi-trailer trash, automatic fire revealed
by unfretful fetter-some me
I’m a ricochet, re-defined bullet mind,
made in America
Flung on an upward trajectory
with all the scientific discoveries
and the myriads of innovations
the scientific man is a vast failure
now think about these;
reproduction by binary fission in humans
perfumed by-product of digestion
blue blood in place of boring red
winged flight to the skies as birds
self-manufacturing of food as plants
upgrading of life expectancy to 1000 years
elimination of old age and wastage
prediction of year of death at birth
geographical location of heavenly world
turning ocean space into solid earth for living
an amphibian humans living as fish
conceiving humans that think one way
making humans into solely peaceful beings
scientific man, where are you?
pick one above and play into reality
Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity
and felt aghast,
at a potential cruel fate no witty.
Upon return home from an Antioch College coup
(so many diverse work experiences required -
some involving offal goop
i.e. case in point being this anecdote,
which may fall outside the loop
of common “hands on
off fish shawl” employment,
thee tasks on par with handling poop
stoically accepted by Shari Todd
(name of said sibling),
who when home from Davis, California
(albeit temporarily, and before she returned
to Yellow Springs, Ohio) divulged
how she did scoop
dread, dreck, dregs, et, cetera –
i.e. by product amidst fish farm
didst set her dead against being linkedin
purr animal cruelty, thus play role of troop
er – which tummy
earned her kudos a resounding whoop!
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Before launching into this poem purr say
lemme mention how thine late mother
took an immediate affinity and hence no delay
that this lucky creature became akin to a bebe.
Main Coon, Felis catus, nicknamed Boozie
raccoon features, face mask, brown thick costume
handsome boy, affectionate personality, expressively vocal
Pink wet nose, emerald eyes, pointed ears
cavernous mouth, sharp teeth, rough tongue
striped design, massive fluffy fur, bushy tail
Soft paws, padded cushions, retractable blades
wild animal, predation urge, survival instinct
agile movement, swift motion, unfortunate victim
Door prize, flies feast, whitened bones
loyalty strong, pageant display,
splayed across kitchen table courtly dignity
Quiet house, sonar sounded, Cheshire upward smile
purred softly, rubbed legs, warm vacant lap
Jumping agility, firmly sequestered
Contentment expressed, internal hum, reciprocal therapy
beautiful petsmart, little monkey, comfortably sleeps
peaceful slumber, wakeful stretch, ideal life
Fortunate intervention, cat whisker to demise,
brush avoided becoming piscine meal,
kingly privileged role, heartfelt love.
A nocturnal phenomenon
When the sun falls from the heavens
And we begin the recitation of the constellations
And chart your wisdom in the fourth dimension
To a constant navigation of hearts that burn brighter
Yearning for the truth, for love and romance
The reason why diamonds even matter
An eternal patience to watch man’s evil deeds and not utter a word
And witness in a profound silence, his hunt and insatiable greed
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The stars only exist for stars to exist - to shine with all their might
Man is a sickness, and unintended by-product of the star dust
Our freewill seeks to impose itself on their brilliance
Through astronomy and astrology seeking the stars' guidance
Their light into our lives like a multitude of eyes gives us significance
Twinkling like a blinking eye, winking to give us reassurance
The sphere of the night sky like a wide open eye
Watching over us like the Gods by name we forever praise
The faith to someday also our souls raise
One day just like that she began. A little smudge no bigger than God's thumb.
Forgetting old bones and scarred memories she was born one early March.
A lion in a baby carriage roaring and carrying on as if she had just been
flapped to the moon. The old perambulator squeaked as two strong hands
clutched the bar and rocked up and down. Moms cherry red lips whispered
in the winter wind as the snow fell softly all around.
The angels created origami wings and fluttering them around her
like white sail boat masts, entertained her to no end as the sun
shone down with all its strength.
Was the world ready for a super-girl filled with superpowers of delusional dimensions? Where they ready for her free-will descension?
The Earth winked at the stars and the sun cradled the moon. V was propelled to a palladium planet by an introspective God who watched from heaven's big screen as a tiny by-product of a dismantled placenta, a backlash of an Infinite Spirit's creation, a clairvoyant child with a good dose of E.S.P. , was suddenly back on Planet B .
God rolling up the parchment scroll gave out a sigh of relief.
It took as many years for her to mature as a fig on a southern tree.
But grow up she did and oh the things she achieved, who knew ?
to be continued...
The heady scent of earth from early rain—
Soil embracing moisture— and gone ere long,
Nor yet repeated soon enough again,
Short and sweet comes alas a pleasing song.
What rare delight ‘tis rambling by the field
Of bluebells in April, inviting spring!
Its blossoms casting brief spell soon is killed;
Short and sweet comes cherry-blossom's inning.
So fragile be her bloom, so delicate,
A light drizzle can cause her frills to fall.
Good things alas are good for a brief date,
Take brilliant lives, take honeymoon's short call.
Yea, all things lovely in life short-lived are,
Nor beauty’s nor youth’s spells can be stretched far.
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Heady scent of first rains: Greeks called it ‘stony fluid flowing from veins of gods'. But the fragrance of first rains has science behind it. Certain plants exude oil which is absorbed by soil in dry season. This is released into air along with a bacterial by-product with first rains, as a subtle heady smell, called petrichor.
Sonnets | 05.07.2013 |
Endless thoughts stream through my scattered and unstable mind.
The by-product of a chemically imbalanced, bi-polar, and drug abused brain.
My concentration is lost somewhere in the confusion my incoherent thoughts.
Unable to achieve any significant mental stability or consistent relevance.
As another day rots into night, night into day. Isolated in a mental hell.
Enslaved by my compulsive habits and nervous with my irrational fears.
Existing in a manic state, no time to eat or sleep, no chance of normalcy.
Searching for a solution that doesn't involve a gun and a bullet.
my life is useful,not a joke,
i'm a plastic bottle,no not just for coke,
everyday i'm important to you,
without me you wouldn't get through.
think,how would you get your squeezy sauce?
or the washing up liquid of course,
cleaners for the oven and the loo,
or the bleach for drains to name a few.
i started life way underground,
oil was drilled for,i was found,
i am a by- product of oil you see,
that makes plastic,you get me.
i have many uses in my plastic state,
boxes,cartons and cling film my mate,
but be careful how you disguard me,
for i'm not biodegradable you see.
but humans are getting cleverer now,
they add bits to my makeup somehow,
that helps us to be eco friendly too,
we can be recycled,and made anew.
i won't always be a bottle,i could be a jar,
or bits you can put into a car,
i've many uses,i'm quite versatile,
in specs for instance,you then see the smile.
my relations are p.v.c. and polythene,
they make bags,wrappers and dustbins supreme,
you should recycle,not just disguard,
then life on the planet wouldn't be hard.
everthing can be used over and over again,
less rubbish,less mess,less acid rain,
so please think before you cause pollution,
the ways,recycle,thats the solution
Discarded by-product.
Was it difficult to explain it to us?
Forgive me my dear gods
for I can not understand your puzzle.
I'm not worthy of your intelligence
because I'm stupid standing up and watching
in the sky looking for you.
I cry my dear gods
because you left me
I do not belong neither heaven nor earth
I feel the eternity goes away for me ...
How many times do I still have to die!
Self-control, detachment and mercy
in the chains of feelings, passions and desires!
As a bastards left on the road
we feed on animals poisons.
Are we worthy of your salvation
my dear gods!?
Dirty and damned!
We carry viruses.
Oh my gods tell us why you gave us consciousness?
Dear gods or God!
We are yours
Irony of grammatical error
or maybe genetic mistake
or maybe historical mistake
or maybe perceptual error
or maybe medical mistake
or maybe space error
or maybe or maybe...
Dear gods, we are yours
an unconscious mistake.
Come and destroy us!
The seasons will come and go
Life truly never remains the same
There will be trials and tribulations
There will be immense joys and heart breaking pains
This is what I've learned
In my brief time here
I’m for sure, money doesn't buy happiness
And our biggest problem is irrational fear
We waste so much precious time
We focus on the future, and are consumed by the past
We’re preoccupied
Oblivious to the fact, that this day could be our last
So, let me tell you what I've learned
In my journey along the way
You can lead a horse to water
But we have to know when it's time to walk away
Education is of utmost importance
It opens the world and sets us free
It keeps us humble
It allows us to reach our destiny
In this life, there's only one thing we can change
And that change begins and ends with you
It's very rare that we’re a victim
And character, it's not something we can buy, it's what we do
So always do the right thing
Never ever tell a lie
Be content with our impermanence
Acceptance allows us to fully live and cherish life
We must learn to see obstacles as opportunities
They build incredible strength in our lives
Say Yes to all life's experiences
Because challenges build equity in you and I
You learn that money is the by-product
Of loving what you do
Continually seek out your passion
That's where your wildest dreams come true
I've learned to live in the moment
I listen to every single word
I serve others
I let my actions speak so loud that they are always heard
I've learned to have self-compassion
Be vulnerable, be kind
Stop judging myself
That's the path to a healthy mind
These are the greatest things I’ve learned
Always strive to do what’s right
This is your life’s purpose
Now give purpose and meaning back to life
A gnarled lone oak tree
grew in the middle of voluminous nowhere,
amidst vast stretches of citron corm fields,
a by-product of an old man’s weird whim.
It proved quite a memorable playground,
For when I was small it was pure delight.
Oh how I loved to climb up
towards an azure sky
feeling for sturdy branches,
imbibing the smell of fresh-grown leaves.
At times I would listen to the wayward wind,
as it moaned in isolation
amidst lush green branches.
Yet when storms struck
I shied away as the winds howled
and thunder rumbled around the top twigs
of my old oak tree.
The last time I was there
I was not alone.
Handsome was tagging along.
He was not interested in the old oak tree
That's when I began to hate him.
And just to prove my point
a sudden change of weather
and heavy rain fell hard.
We ran to the car but the doors stuck.
To shelter under the tree was dangerous.
Lightening zigzagged above.
The place became cursed.
Finally Handsome opened the car
and we sped away.
I never met Handsome nor visited the oak again.