Best Imports Poems
Classical infusion, Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy
purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic
the solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front,
jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
abruptly segway into a film from one music scene
to a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants
disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant
fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress
hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest
illogical levels of unease, an iniquitous den
such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken
not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn,
a queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within
backrooms filled in with discarded filets
of fishy maceral that have no place,
frolicking pixella's in a glossy abyss of liminal space
plump puce brushed lips affixed
swollen browns and purple mixed
deep maroon and dusky rose,
make-up art is what they pose
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls
mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls
side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face
in a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase
not unconscious but in some in-between state
bored while in transition and abandoned as they await
whimsical moldings who see me try not to take a peek
an exit to this madness is what I and they seek
maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest
What insight imports this encounter and what test?
what it means for a doomed generation Xer or baby boomer,
tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Senator Edward Kennedy introduced "The affordable health care act"!Barack Obama implemented"The affordable health care act"and had some "Legislative flack,but this "Affordable Health Act " was made "Law"and that is a fact!They tried to shut the "Law" down,and "The American People said that that was not sound,and "Affordable Health Care should stay around in every "State",and in every town! John McCain,Susan,and Lisa spoke up,and said that this "LAW"should not be replaced ,because those who are "American Citizens have a real right to have "Health Care in this "United States"!!!! The "American Flag" is now more respected,because "Affordable Health Care was not neglected,and this is what "Americans have detected: "We The People" feel that we all are respected!President Donald Trump moved in the right direction,and "Detected"that our "Allies"were not paying their "Fare share",and President Donald Trump put controls on foreign imports that were sucking "America"dry,and "Donald" realized that "Americans" can create products and sell our product "World Wide"! Americans need to have "Dignity,Power,Love,and Pride!!Let us love : Do not be afraid of loving too much! Love is the fulfilling of "The Law"!!!! We can discern the infinite in the finite of "The Ideal Made Real"!!! Senator Edward Kennedy,President Donald Trump,President Barack Obama,Senator John McCain,Senator Lisa,Senator Susan have did some good,and in their legacies we see that they can ,and could!!!!!
Remember those first imports from Japan?
It seems they were all built for a small man.
Well, the times have changed.
Things are rearranged.
Japan’s building them as big as they can.
Bloody streuth look out mate here they come
The Tourists Downunder to have some fun
Clickin’ their cameras, looking goggle eyed
While out in the hot sun getting deep fried
Askin’ for service and getting in our hair
Makes you wonder if there really all there
Thinkin’ it Spring in the middle of May
Speakin’ foreign lingo, as they say G’Day
Forget we’re multi-cultural and highly urbanized
Give em the Aussie salute that the ads advertise
Imports are out, the Aussie image wins
Now here’s were your work it really begins
Wear Moleskins, an Akubra, Drizabone
Hide the credit cards and Bluetooth phone
Cover the microwave, throw out Sarah Lee
From now on its damper, pavolvas and billy tea
Yack about the outback and the old pioneers
Have a bush Barbie and down a few beers
Quote a couple of verses from old Banjo
Hobnob round the fire, put on a dinkum show
Get out the four wheel and take em for a drive
Never mention our crooks can eat you alive
Ignore all the snakes, sharks, mozzies and the flies
Crows flying backwards, and them peckin’ magpies
Explain that kangaroos don’t hop down our streets
Nor for breakfast do we bush tucker eats
Throw a boomerang, take em to a corroboree
Tell em the tour guides take care of the fee
Bush dances are popular, and so is Uluru
Dingoes, frilled lizards and wallaby stew
Show em the Australia that we’ve never seen
Mate tourists on nature are so bloody keen
Let em hug a koala, they’re as cute as can be
Just watch the bloody bastards don’t on em pee
Before they go home, help them spend all their loot
Then add departure tax, so they’re real destitute.
Sing “Waltzing Matilda”, “Advance Australia Fair”
In those tourist dollars, we all want to share
This Aussie image to some may seem passé
Mate you watch em flock here, what more can I say!
I remember when Japanese imports were tiny little things.
What a drastic change the passage of time brings.
Have you taken a look at the awesome Titan?
That is a pickup truck manufactured by Nissan.
Nobody can say that vehicle is tiny.
It's as big or even bigger than the F-150.
The Titan's V-8 gives it plenty of get up and go.
It gives strong competition to the Chevy Silverado.
The Titan is another import I see more and more.
It makes me question which country won the war.
TREES ON A MOUNTAIN
Trees on a mountain, the doorway to our God.
His roof a canopy of leaves. His floor the precious sod.
His voice is as many waters murmuring in the breeze;
a bird song or a cricket song or the humming of the bees.
God decorates each season with an eternal love that grows.
What could be His reason? He longs to save our soul.
God's gentleness wears away the hardness of our hearts.
Then peace and joy on the mountain are what our Lord imports.
And He does it so easily like water flowing over rock.
And He does it so patiently. His caring never stops.
He loves us where He finds us, polishing each heart of stone
until we each become a diamond; and then He takes us home.
Janet Marie Bingham
Surfing On Saturn’s Rings
Floating on the outer Phobe Ring with Saturn rising
Out of reach at supersonic speed, above ecliptic's cryptic spokes
Ready to fill the cavities of meteoroids for surfing at approach
Jet wave propulsion bounding from ring to ring upon my star board
Surfing alien surfaces, curling, singing through the systems swirling wheel
Sailing over micro rocks with glowing tiny asteroids of snow and ice
Into star dust clouds with a myriad of oddly shaped blue spikes
Down between the “D” and “A” Rings where moon particles converge
Pulled from left to right at cosmic speeds to reach its soul
With gravity as the key to force me through
Satellites are stretching, emerging on the deep
My equipment for this system is from Mars
Imports from the far off planet
Made from silver, titanium, and molten crystal beads
A surf board to the stars is starving for a start on micro parts
I come up for air above the “G” Ring, to see the giants staring there
Saturn with Titan by its side, filling in the foreign sky
Weighing down on me with ammonia oceans smiles at my size
On the horizon of Saturnian orchestrated rings
Meteoroids spin, singing on the beams of light
I see you when you skin your knees,
Each breaking dawn, pronouncing pleas.
I see you when you burn that wax
Each tiresome night, you don’t relax.
When you lace your boots, I see you still
You hit the pitch and keep it real.
I see you on your eight to four,
Doing your part, and sometimes more.
We sweat, we toil, we do it all
So out this darkness we may crawl.
We cry, we weep, we endure shame,
So we don’t leave the bastards that we came.
More times than one though we may fail,
As we progress through storm and hail,
It matters not how oft we fall,
What sure imports is standing tall.
So forge on with hopes on high,
And see success your woes decry.
I see you all and dove my hat.
We’ll see the light, and that’s a fact.
We’ll meet with smiles to share the glow
And share gold where ends the rainbow.
Running this way and that, in search of some adventure new
The roads ran their course with flatirons the ruts not few
Over hill, mountain, river, valley, flood, glen and dale
To the open sea with long, sandy beaches and cut-up shale
To found a village here or there or town or port to call
Imports to the harbor, markets to open, and stores to maul
With Able’s fruit—either high or low— yielding no good life
The towns looked above to stave away constant strife
With no blossom, the towns built upward to store some treasure
The good ol’ boys breaking stocks to gain some measure
Breaking stocks not bread, with yield upon yield
Or bricks into actions, building high away from the fields
And the New Babylon, like F. Scott predicted in prose
Where nothing feels decent or good and nothing ever grows
Has grown higher, perhaps, than even ancient Sumer could
And his books out of print, out of font, are not printed in wood
All that remains of his stories, east egg and west
Are programmers building forms from programs, no longer missed
The lonely feeling of afternoon apperitifs or stiff strong drink
Even the sparklin’ ladies in their feather, plush and mink
Soar beyond the lay of the skyline if not the lay of the bed
With nothing but wonder, inclination, nothing but dread
How much emptiness this massive wealth can buy
Without really any curious gal or curious guy
The world’s tallest buildings reaching into ‘thereal night
And lights flashing on hovering spacecraft above, whose flight
Orbits the continents, oceans, floodplains, and polar caps
When pressing on towards Venus or Neptune will open their flaps
Look outward beyond towards other planets near and far
Within the Solar Domain and towards them that wander
The astronauts in future, and from before, won’t know why they came
to this planet Earth, since they will have left with nothing, even blame
Blame to exist, exist to blame, never settling here or anywhere
Where the grass is the stars beyond bluer than blue, or crystal stairs
With melted hearts, like sugar lumps, full of air, full of plump
Bumpin’ up slow, passin’ Dante on the left–or Janice Bishop’s rump
If its minerals, tis you taking from there
If its oil, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
If its exports, tis you taking from there
Even imports, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
In government, tis you taking from there
Investment, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
Oh, you sure have no scruples
As even in church, you are taking from there
How much more greedy can you get.
From the beginning of time there have been good and bad leaders in each and every country.
There are leaders who concern themselves with the well being of all its fellow citizens and they don’t worship money because they find ways to share it with those most in need first. They straddle the fence but they lean more towards the right than towards the wrong and find themselves becoming ever so strong.
Universal Health will keep all its fellow citizens healthy because without it, as disturbing as this may sound, plagues can be wide spread; a cough here a sneeze there, the question is who really cares. Will it be you, me or we?
There are those who convince others to follow them with empty promises of “See what I’m doing I’m putting more money in your hands, you the people who are tired and sick of lack. I’m creating more JOBS and more security, just follow me!”
Follow you? The one who is undermining its citizens by proposing to get rid of The Environmental Protection Agency and if you succeed than that’s the beginning of living in a lawless land, that would be naivety.
Would a good leader put its citizens at risk just to bring in oil and mining companies that violate corporate ethics?
Being Americans we all may feel a sense of privilege because our country imports and exports an abundance of goods and we all want our “Goods and Plenty”. And our barometer of enough, have been ignored with more and more stuff. “It’s the American Way” many will say.
But in America we have the “Haves” and the “Have Nots” Therefore the “Haves” may feel that they stand to lose a lot if they stand up for the “Have Nots”
“Oh such a hard decision to make” Not really, it will be a bigger mistake when the “Have Nots’’ realize that their condition all the time was fake.
We all eat, sleep, dress and rest and look our best. Some travel by foot some travel by plane but they all travel just the same.
So we seldom examine the truth because the lie is more appealing and it agrees with our greed.
My Leader promised me that He would supply all my needs.
Food, shelter, clothes, understanding, joy, gladness, and prosperity
And he’s never disappointed me.
you've got me listening to country-western
some of these lyrics ring true
and my foot maybe tapping in time
but I don't wear cowgirl boots
I don't own a cowgirl hat
I know you have a few
all of mine have bills
and some sport logos too
I don't drive a pick-up truck
imports are what suit me
I do like driving a stick
but not wearing Wrangler jeans
I don't live in Nashville
I do live in the West
I love to shoot a gun
a cowgirl at heart I guess
now, you've got me singing along
to these catchy rhythmic tunes
I think I could write a few
send me some more would you?
Iran you have a problem
one of your greatest resource's is oil
but it is a limited resource
eventually, it will run out
Or if the world changes
to use electric cars
you would be left
without profits
your economy
could struggle
have you heard the saying
make hay well the suns shinning
Today your sun is shinning
you dream of going back in time
taking over the country's
charging a tribute
empires and fortunes
but those times have past
people would fight back
and the world can't afford your wars
make hay well the sun shines
use investment, to create wealth
you could build car factories
Japan does not have any metal resources
but re-imports the cars rubbish
from the countries they sold then too
look around use your brains
you could also become
A country that manufacture's
the equipment of the industrialized nations
you could export sand to help overcome
the erosion on the beaches of the world
you could build the desalination plants
turning your arad land into lush fertile land
your people could be trained to become employees
creating tax to run your country
yet perhaps we need to think further out of the circle
walkthrough and supermarket and there are so many products
people are busting their brains to come up with new ideas
but the one thing we need most is entertainment
perhaps as a world people should be given
part of our wage allocated to entertainment
then the unemployed could earn wages
from becoming the entertainers of the future
granted not all of them we still want products
we still want food, clothing, and machines
I think we should make hay well the sun shines
centuries ago
England tried to make America part of its Empire
The American People sick of paying tax
fought the war of independence
The world doesn't need any more wars
we need people to work together building
healthy robust progressing economy's
and happiness.
far far away, where it's legal to be gay...
to be committed to a real person of the same sex,
rather than some social inter grated
politically correct.
However, there is a downside too...
this land, that sits at the
edge of the world...
we allow too many strays, these, a drain
on our economic culture, many do not
speak the language,
they expect free lunch...
Foreign imports...oppertunist bunch...
...a drain on the economy,
their culture they expect respect...
the mannerism, the psyche an imported derivative,...
they couldn't make it at home...
and here they prospect
they bring with them their ways, very rude
and impolite not accepted,
they forget they're not at home,
they can leave at anytime...
...take their violence and their crime
too many deceitful minds...
too many foreigners, we're becoming
the foreign underworld...
where the pitty is buy the bucket load...
at least learn the English language
or piss off home...and take your family with you.
...the taxes we are paying...
is stealing from our families...
this land known to too many as an easy touch...
Our country, is now run by "social engineers"
whom are taken in by all sob stories...
from foreign countries every where
while those same countries their crime rate
has gone "belly up"...
we are scooping up all the crap...
all the while our indigenous children
suffer, abused, malnourished, and murdered...
our taxes spent on foreign blood,
rather than looking after our kids and their stuff...
I don't mind international relations,
but to ask our country to carry you and your families asses,
you have over stayed your welcome...
...contribute or get out...
Meat Market
They sit on window sills in Hamburg Amsterdam and many beautiful Cities
Legally ‘freed’ they take part in a shady economy of flesh lust and domination
Skimpy dress bare buttocks and bosoms with red light advertising their ‘virtue’
Pimped and pumped out it is business as usual tonight and the punters arrive
Many are most recent imports from Eastern Europe snatched under false promise
Of valuable jobs now bereft of their passports and drugged to dark eye balls
They stand in dark alleys or prowl the streets offering rough rides and adventure
Hand out release for a tenner blow foul members like good sex slaves would do
On the passenger seat they take men to new heights and submit to exploitation
The point of service for entry is all good and if its not the front passage its dearer
Without protection the purse opens wider as the clients take their greedy pick
‘Some goods are beyond the sell by date’ but look now ‘Two for the price of one’
Some of the women and often young girls end up stitched up and dead in a ditch
But who cares they are only whores not pretty enough to be escorts or call girls
A vile supply and demand economy unregulated like neo-liberal infection below
‘The tart enjoys it and she can be proud to get stuffed by the great guy I am’
Modern day serfdom with no power of love but bonded in sick love for power
03rd June 2019