Best Deeply Concerned Poems
Africa my Africa!
When shall you gasp air of peace?
Until all your children perish?
Tears, I will always shed for you
To God, still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
When shall you stop starving?
Until millions are no more?
For you, I will bitterly cry
To God, still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
When shall you stop haggling for power?
Until tribes are absorbed?
For you, deeply concerned I always am
To God, still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
When shall you not be corrupt?
Until your economies are nothing?
For you, still worried I am
To God, Still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
Fight for peace not power
Kill starvation not salvation
Grind corruption not reaction.
The night in July was quietly chanting,
Its own lullaby, as if it was granting,
A sleep without trouble to people of Trees.
And all of a sudden a cry broke the peace,
From one of the houses, a cry like of geese,
‘Twas voice of woman hysterical-red!
She jumped all frustrated right out of her bed,
Her eyes were of fury, her voice sharpened, mad,
Her words like the arrows, the air was aflame!
“Perhaps, my dear hubby, to you this is game,
But such crumbling house isn’t fit for the dame!”
She yelled and she screamed as Stymphalian bird!
Then husband woke up:” Why. This is absurd!
Why screameth dear wifee a word after word?”
His voice sounded puzzled and deeply concerned.
But screaming continued and cursing unearned,
“If only of house would I previously learned,
Then I would have burned it the night I met you!”
“If only, if only beforehand we knew,
Perhaps another husband a castle could drew.
And I lucky man could then sleep like a bear!”
Yet still he concerned was of house that they share,
For what was the cause of such fiercely scare?
“But darling what woke you to such of a mood?
“What woke me? What woke me? You penniless crude!
A picture disgusting as none I have viewed!”
The man now was frightened, for what was this thing?
Oh what of the malice now devil did bring?
And does still this peril in house of theirs cling?
“But what darling, what was the source of your rage?”
“I live hubby not in the caves of Stone Age,
So that with such scenes I would need to engage!
For rat, dirty rat have just ran through my throat!”
The husband then burst into laughtery note:
“You lady were scared by the lunch of a stoat?
Now calm yourself woman, be not more afraid
.
Before has this rat many visits us paid.
Now I wouldn’t like a perpetual fight,
Please go to sleep, I wish you good night.
Is it an ankle sprain
Is it muscle strain
Did he hurt his back
Is his shoulder out of whack
I am so worried, I can't stop my hands from shakin'
I must know Why is Clay Aiken?
Did he fall and hurt himself
I am deeply concerned about his health
He has money, so the doctor will make house calls
He is prescribed some extra strength Tylenol
If the doctor believes Tylenol will help, he's sadly mistaken
Fans want to know Why is Clay Aiken?
He had to stop his world tour, the pain became too much
Now he searches the world over to find that one doctor with the curing touch
His fans await with abated breath
Him not on tour is worse than death
The suspense is torturous, fans hearts are breakin'
Medical Universities scramble for an answer to the question, Why is Clay Aiken?
I met a fellow mortal as we both were of necessity
departing a place we could no longer reside. The city
was called 2023. The two of us were headed north to
reside in a new and different city called 2024.
Being an older man with more experience, I offered
him some advice as we approached the City of 2024.
I stood aghast as he interrupted me so emphatically,
saying 'No', before I could complete a single suggestion.
I was compelled to listen as he with sincerity said to me:
Neither weary nor worry me
Don't challenge me to change
Give me no pain, but comfort only
JUST HUMOR ME
Give me no losses but only gains
Don't require me anything to rearrange
Leave me alone and selfish like you found me
JUST HUMOR ME
Tell me that I am okay and so are you
Tell me that I need not improve or renew
Tell the freeway that I want to remain an avenue
JUST HUMOR ME
Make no demands on me as I live and let live
Promise me pleasures, pleasantries, and magic pills
Give me no responsibilities, more freebies and less realities
JUST HUMOR ME
As we entered the City of 2024, I continued to hear him saying
'Give me'. I walked away deeply concerned, with tears and a prayer.
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He had a Trump sign on his front lawn.
I was concerned, so naturally I set fire to his house.
She told us that men cannot give birth,
Naturally, obviously I was concerned, upset,
and had her committed for reeducation.
He wore no mask in the restaurant,
deeply concerned, I had him thrown out.
Naturally we doxed him,
chanted ‘racist’ outside his home.
She refused to be vaccinated;
said they did not work.
of course I blew the whistle on her,
had her sacked.
We must stand together, and not tolerate
these ungrateful, reactionary malcontents.
Concerned citizens must be vigilant,
yet caring – as I am.
The founder of the union
of native American Nations.
The great visionary –
the prophet and peacemaker.
The man of sanctity and spiritual powers
He said to his people that God
is many times brighter than the Sun
and “I will be sharing in this light with God
after my flash faints
and my spirit departs to Him”.
The man of reason,
deeply concerned with truth and ethics –
the supremacy of morality
over all things.
He opposed tortures in any form.
The father of Native American Church
based on true God,
opposed to stony gods made by human hands.
What really matters, he said
is eternal life to which all of us are called.
The battle for our souls lasts to our last breath
and nobody can afford to lose this battle.
“The loses of Native American people
will turn out to be credits
in a world of God that is brighter than Sun,
where accounts are kept on a different basis”.
He converted many people
from spiritual poverty to apostles of true God.
I am deeply concerned,
worried,
anxious
that We The Humane Healthy People
need to calmly
and firmly say:
The Republican NATIONAL Party
no longer supports:
Public Health,
Mental/Spiritual Health,
Planetary Climate Health,
Cognitive/Emotive Integrity
Resilient Economic Wealth
Healthy Democracy.
A therapeutic
redemptive revival
of a trusted
true
and patriotic
Grand Old MultiCultural Party
requires pruning back through historic
toxicity
to the Eisenhower administration
channeling the Lincolnesque longing
for a more civil discourse
between those who have been enslaved
and rented,
those who feel economically
and politically oppressed,
between loyal adversaries
sure of a United State of commitment
to public wellbeing
and integrity,
green environmental and economic prosperity,
empowering liberally co-empathic public health
and conservational safety.
My own Michigan
white privileged
homophobic
evangelical ChosenPeople
monotheistic father
never would have voted for a Hillary Clinton,
And he never would have voted for a Donald Trump
because of Anti-Christian vainglorious pride
in having no faith
or experience,
including veteran experience,
defending humane health
and sacred social safety.
The RNC owes We
The MultiCultural Democratic People
an apology
and reparations,
A therapeutic
bipartisan peace plan
for national resilience,
for global green health,
and for ecological-economic safety,
sanity,
EarthResonant
co-passionate
bicameral security.
The Psychiatric Patient
Driving home from the shops I do not walk around anymore
I noticed despite the winter is holding us like victimized Palestinians,
a thaw, the flowers and weed by the wayside looked more erect
like they were ready to let their virgin hood go - ok I know about
the bloody bees, my friend the eminent poet, is deeply concerned.
Clive, used to be a psychiatric nurse and always strive to be normal
lest you think he had had been a patient.
The beginning of spring is here new life is coming so despite Trump
the man, who escaped the asylum, we will prevail.