Best Differently Poems
I
The Servants of Free Men on the Mayflower
Knew "abundant life" in Jesus, Great Savior
Two servants, too, rose up to sign The US Constitution
Lover of His Morals, Binder of America's First Bible, Jefferson
Perhaps, long before, some foundations cast by Tom Paine & William Penn
II
Then there is Roger Williams, founder of Rhode Island
Who paid Native Americans for Providence, new way to get land?
More fortunate than Minister Anne Hutchinson, foe of New England
Because she read the Bible, taught it, and well ... thus expelled
Yet more fortunate than Mary Dyer, Quaker, now Watch at Boston Common
III
Smaller folk prayed for A Great Awakening. It came. Publicist: Ben Franklin
Preachers in the trenches, before two Billys: Charles Finney & Our Theologian
None other than Jonathan Edwards; when he died, on that occasion
His wife wrote her daughter: we weep but thank LORD he was our relation!
IV
The idea of America ... inimitable; Einstein came as Refugee of Distinction
And veterans I'm blessed to know, ennobled by trials and tribulation
We lost Lewis Reynolds this year; a Marine and Man of many an Invention
Your simple research will reveal we owe much to such Fighters For Freedom
And in my church: Walter Ogden, Dick (Tex) Pentecost, Russell Coleman
V
Yes, we may criticize its imperfection ... often without paying a price
There was the bad history with Indians - broken treaties and cowardice -
Yet John Rolfe did marry Pocohontas, many now claim them Ancestors
And slavery of Africans was brutish, but Lincoln busted free of old fears
As did Noble Roosevelt, Carter, & Obama ... celebrate USA in Living Colors
(c) Deo. Happy Birthday America; God empower the peoples and every level of Leadership to fulfill the Great Destiny of America. After all, Gandhi's great granddaughter, Uma, says: "Try to share; you'll have to one way or another."
A paper and a pen
I need a few to tell stories of my pain
Not of what has passed
But of that which is to come
If this isn’t a curse tell me what it is
Pink skin yet of my father’s race
No melanin even on the hair on my face
I fear the sun, it doesn’t favor my kind
I fear the dark; it plays games with my mind
And I fear my own people,
That I’m a man they don’t mind
"People-phobic,
I thought they were brothers "
Maybe not anymore because they have places to go,
Houses to build, cars to buy,
A life to live, food to dine;
Because they think I am the gateway to Jacuzzis
That my bones are a fortune worth taking a life for
I was only born different as my purpose was, different
Should I scream? Should I mourn?
Should I call the pastor to do my eulogy?
Should I be waiting for another sunset?
Maybe bid farewell to the melodies from the air?
How long should I be living in terror?
For we never know, who and when it will be
Brothers are slaying brothers
Whom shall I trust? The police?
Who is to blame? The neediness?
Should I cover my skin from the sun?
And hide my skin from your sons?
If I had dark skin, I would breach
To save my skin, and ease mama’s worries
But this pale cocoon will take me to the grave
Save me, I am a son and a brother too
I am a mother, and a patriot too
I have dreams, and a future ahead
I am just different, and not the “Capital”
I'm the artist,
that paints what i see.
I'm the writer,
that writes what i picture.
I'm the photographer,
that sees the world differently.
lithe athletic limbs
churning up the cinder track
paralympics next
~25 Jun 2016~
everyone share love differently
under different relationships to each other
though love is love only purely there
brother is different from lover
where father is not uncle only he is father
to maintain relations needs due care
If on this planet
The secret of life had never been born
If evolution hadn't yielded humanity
If the Trojans had refused to accept
The gift of Greeks
And Brutus hadn't joined the conspiracy
To kill Caesar
If Pilate hadn't condemned Christ
And Henry the Eighth wasn't taken with Ann Boleyn
If the Church hadn't burned Giordano Bruno
And the sword of Laertes wasn't poisoned
If Columbus hadn't searched for India in the west
And de Grouchy's army wasn't late at Waterloo
If Hitler never had his crazy ideas
And communism had never become a suicidal monster
If men hadn't destroyed the planet on which they live
And nations were never divided
By religion, ethnicity and money
If you hadn't said "yes" to me
On that blessed early day
All in this world would have changed
And someone else
Different from me
Would be singing this song
Differently
How grand it would be to return to the days of our teens. The time we thought was
never going to end, when we couldnt wait for our future to begin. Feeling shackled
and chained to parents that we could only blame, for the hell we felt our life seemed
to be, how truly clueless were we? To not know those days would always be such
long ago distant memories. Our firsts in mostly everything from kisses to heartbreak
to driving a car we couldnt wait till we would step foot into a bar. Grown ups is what
we yearned to be, living on our own, finally free. If only we knew how important
those moments we were making memories would turn out to be, do you think we
would live it all out differently?
Whatever You say God
Who am I to say it differently?
You see things to come
You know what it will look like
I can’t dispute You
My mind is of natural mind
I don’t see what You see
Think what You think
Envision what You will
I don’t see how You can do it
The magnificent feast
But You will do it
I will trust in You
Have Your will
What You say will be
What You promised will come
Yes Lord
It is all in You
Deliver, fulfill
Personalized, specialized
By Your own making
Who can resist it?
Yours God
Are of unequal
Unparalleled
Unchangeable
Uncomprehending
It’s all Yours
That You have called them from the beginning
Destined
Predetermined
To be the absolute ours
God, how can I say it differently?
An oyster can go very fast attached to a piece of string. But a ping pong ball in a car can drive over a sealed jar many many times. Now raise a glass to a glazed grass cake for grass cakes are neither grass snakes nor gradual global gelatos eating a gelatine sponge. Now travelling within a dome can be as exciting and as questionable as queuing to purchase rattles for a little calf. In a market then. Great. Question not the ideological wisdom of a nine trail snail caravan. Hahahaha and the rest of the leaves are barking at the papers of the world. Xxxxx climatological zzzzz at a quaternion to a quaterised quirky quip. Z
6/20/17
So much stupidity
And attempts at mimicry
Do I need to describe it more vividly
With better imagery?
I guess I've been feeling differently
Than the rest of the industry
Don't ever question my authenticity
And dignity
In any vicinity
Got to get it willingly
Consistently with resiliency
Executing the plans skillfully
And efficiently
Whether it is clear or poor visibility
You must be kidding me
FOH with your flippancy and negativity
I want no involvement in such petty activity
So quit the hostility
And bigotry
Before you instantly
Get no sympathy
No validity
And credibility
Do not speak to me religiously
Or egotistically
Maul you viciously
Making you bow submissivley
So proud of your own infamy
And any publicity
Show you some true brilliancy
With or without electricity
Out and in of every proximity
Chicken that is prepared in many ways
Makes no differences to me
Whether it is baked, fried-
Or barbecued it taste good
Also tasty in spaghetti sauce
Anyway it is prepared I'd enjoy
To eat my meal.
I feel like I don't belong
like I was gentically made wrong
when I look in peoples eyes
they look away and disguise
how they see me
I want to be free
of the lables
where you sit at certain tables
I feel pushed away
and each passing day
I want to just turn and go
go where no one will know
who I am and begin again
but I stay and live with my sin
but I know I've made a change
but I'm not the same
but that doesn't change what I did
what I hid
I can remember it all
and so do they but I still stand tall
like a wall of stone
I walk with a straight back bone
I don't look down unless I must
I go through life with a lust
to be more than what I am
I try not to give a damn
about what they think of me
because they'll never truly see
what I am
think all are artists
all pictures may be of same
drawn differently
I hold my pen differently
So, when I wrote this
I was special
But so were you
Because you were on my mind
Well, then, you must be eternally extraordinary
For I’m always thinking of you
What would I have done differently
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
What would I have done differently
If you could still be here with me today
Well first of all I would remind you daily
Just how important you were to me
And I would hug you constantly
Just to show you how much
I really loved you
Yet it’s sad to say that I cant say
those words to you in person anymore
Because the good Lord took you away
Because you earned your wings to fly
But at least you left me
With one lasting memory
The day before you passed away
When I told you that I loved you
And you told me that you loved me
Because those were the last words
That you ever shared with me
What would I have done differently
If you could still be here with me today
(This poem is dedicated to my Mom ( 2-28-98)