Best Indifferences Poems
I like many others have lived in our dreams
In this world where I lived amongst forests and streams
Where the Great Plains stretched and our rivers flowed
If you could see through my eyes, how my tribe glowed
Born from my mother of Arikara descent
My father a Sioux warrior, his stature, augment
My growing up was no different than the others around
For the learnings that grew from our ancestors surround
Hunting and fishing, being told of the dangers in life
Cultural indifferences, to fearing tribal strife
But it's what my father taught me every single day
To learn from our lands for through the years they'd display
Tracking, seeking, searching, living from our lands
Every year more learned, growing in understand
From a boy to a man becoming a warrior through my years
Protecting what was ours, allaying modern fears
But the changes that we faced, suffocated our souls
There was only ever one outcome, other man's goals
I like many others, to live and eventually fall
Born from Arikara, Sioux, my name was 'Standing Tall'
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A little story from my heart, where the Indigenous will always be.
Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
In an ideal society,
folks wouldn't smoke,
Youngsters would not indulge
in coke, and there wouldn't be
people who were gay,
but, in the real world
it is not that way,
and although many may think
that being gay is sinning,
Wouldn't it be better if
they legalized their feelings,
There would be less diseases
and promiscuity,
Living a close to "normal" life
creates sanctity,
God loves them despite their
preferences,
Who are ordinary folks to treat
them with indifferences.......?
I long for … I need so … the comforting sooth
You’d provide in our relationships’ youth
But time and indifference have eroded away
The warmth and caring you used to display.
It’s not you don’t love me, I know that you do
But you have so changed, and … so have I, too.
We’ve grown apart … our interests have waned
Our relationship troubled, our interface strained
We used to hold hands … we used to go dance
Things we’d do … would build and enhance,
Our life together with our future to build …
But … being enthused was long ago chilled.
Please, Dear, help me rekindle the thrill
Of our youthful years, and then we’ll instill
A rebirth of caring of being involved
To enjoy indifferences being dissolved
We’ve conquered disease; we’ve beat down wrongs;
We’ve cried our tears; we’ve sung our songs
There’s nothing together which we cannot do
Please, once more, let’s be: Me … with … You.
F orming an everlasting bond where you can all relate to each other.
A ccepting their flaws, rights, wrongs, or indifferences no matter what they've done.
M oving mountains if that's what it takes to hold it all together.
L oving unconditionally with out judgement.
I ntergrading your hearts and minds.
Y oung to adult always having their backs from now until forever.
December 18, 2013
~The One and Only~
I and the Other
Sadly since the dawn of humans there has been the I and the Other.
Indifference at best and hatred at worst, times primitive or advanced,
Dragging a child of another tribe away from the parents in complete
Indifference or hatred, to today's multifarious actions and reactions,
From bombing by air to a bomb on planes, or ignoring the plight of
Other humans on this planet. Take your pick on the work to do on the
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Did you need more lines, or hopefully fewer hatreds or indifferences to complete?
Past, present and future until those from space attack, a chemo-biological attack rap?
The only hope is Hope itself. We are better educated only if morality does not moulder.
If there is no hope then what is the point of writing any poetry even as bad as this?
Has that question ever sneaked its way into the conscious of your third eye?
Have you ever took pause from your self and viewed yourself as a he was or she was?
Release that parachute from flight and ground your soul with the memories of others thoughts.
The limits down here are not as high as the sky.
We get one chance to imprint the fixture, the movement... The tone of a legacy left by indifferences that makes you you!
The day my handkerchief floats no longer and drifts to the ground, I envision the power outage of the world.
Darcel stood a monument that people just had to get a glance at.
Darcel spoke with his heart while even in defeat. A lyric can’t harmonize the music that D. Sharp stands for.
A silence of over joy for him applauded over the art of tap.
Heads rolling back accepting the embodiment of fruits picked from me.
Screams of loss jamming frequencies of those trying to pick and hold on to one of the many memories of me.
GOOD OR BAD
I call on the locksmith that is you and you and you to unchain what is me, myself, and I with a twist of your key.
God allowed me to plant it, to water it, and nurture it within a bunkered facility.
Some might say he aint this and he wasn't that but remember.
I say remember because at one point in your life I was perfect for you.
I aided you to or from a circumstance that gave u clean air to breathe.
Now aint that some ****!
That’s how I will be remembered!
Egg on Easter,
no one who is sane can begin to believe that there is nothing or Christ, just nothing?
The world is in a mess, dare anyone deny that this is the truth, this is the test.
Wherever we look factions and fractions give us the tautological certainly that where
humans are humanity runs away fast and far away as violence has the night and day.
In our general election pompous political arithmetic seguing into statistics that dully flows through our disunited kingdom as rhetoric is rare as demagogy blares out Simple Simon answers, or pride in prejudice as Christ's sacrifice is of no avail and all religion is tainted by the few fearing they are the unreasonable while philosophy is cant not Kant.
Our a silly selfishness seguing into great greed and awful envy that got us all in the world into the Great Recession that slowly, uncertainly is dying, but is so more real for many than the Resurrection of Jesus Christ's yet, yet still, people of all sorts are touched even momentarily by Easter as others go to church even though scorned by those who know it all and indifferences of the everyday world even on Easter Sunday, this most risky high of high days.
World watches Humanity Fall;
Indifferences felt by All.
Few moments in History can compare;
Shockwaves rippled everywhere.
Each land of a different name;
Every Indifference is the same.
Suffering, Despair;
Proof that Nobody Cares.
Violence, Anger;
Skin Color Danger.
Hatred, Fear;
Hard Truths Faced this Year.
The People United;
No Longer Divided.
Joining Together;
Overcoming 'Stormy Weather.'
Every Father, Every Mother;
Teachers of 'Love Another.'
Every Sister, Every Brother;
Helping One Help The Other.
Companionship, Comfort
Eases The Impact of The Hurt.
Creativity, Hope;
Engineered New Ways to Cope.
Our Daughter, Our Son;
The Healing has Begun.
All the Lands, Across All the Seas;
All the Same in Times of These.
New Life, Old Heart;
Love Found Miles Apart.
Angrily Loving, Civil Unrests;
Violent Peaceful Protests.
New Enemy, Old Friend;
Only One in the End.
Black, White;
Not Wrong, Not Right.
Blind, Sight;
Presently We Write.
Rite, Oversight;
Historic rewrite.
Support, Unite;
Beautiful Highlight.
Fight, Fright;
Dark of Night.
Heroes, Spotlight;
Front Lines of Knight.
Guiding Love, Leading Light;
Hatred Overwrite.
Flames, Ignite;
Ignorance Invite.
Communication, judgment, motivation, and memory;
Beautiful fruits born of sadness, in the mourn of the sensory.
Happiness is knowing, life remains glowing;
When one's wise indifferences toward each, rise to exemplary.
08/09/17
Temerity has become the greed-follicles that puncture peacefulness in human life.
Extruding tangled spires across the earthen lands like trees ready to fall and crush.
Power seekers boldly trample upon the complacent, seldom knowing meekness.
Tromping over the forgiving folks like a huge social machine rousting in life’s brush.
Uninvolved masses passively watch it all on the news through biased reviews.
Frantic citizens of the world live in economic quandary…seemingly helpless.
Leaders frame in their wealth maneuvering their way through the very laws they created.
Self-service at the expense of taxpayer’s, trust lost to dishonesty while honors regress.
Intentions once professed become lost inklings of wholesome promises forgotten.
They walk upon the souls of those they were chosen to lead abandoning emotions.
Tears fall, but they are not their own. Not now.
When, then can the righteous man find solace and escape from life’s commotions?
Is it only death that brings a tortured man to peace as he stands before his creator?
As long as there is hope that good will overcome evil, man can survive the dread.
Hope lives as mortals pray that greed be set aside and understanding lead to peace.
Meanwhile, altruistic hearts work to promote better living as millions are fed.
Where is the reckoning that surely must bring a just end to temerity?
Can self-control contain the angry masses when indifferences prevail?
No relief is found except what comes on that final day…the last judgment.
Forgiveness frees; God is love; sing we then, “All Hail Let Peace Prevail.”
© May5, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Running, dripping, or still;
Life's a faucet, we’re a thirst,
To never drink our fill.
We drink and think
We are immune to pain from one another,
But brother, when it comes,
The waterfall or shower towers each
To block the sun.
Into a depth of puddles we stare
With all the wishes hearts forsake.
While voices whisper
From each rain for us to wake.
All drops stop, then disappear,
Take no side but reach our ear
In long or shorter stride to touch
The origin inside.
The place from which no one can hide;
The Hand that turns our faucet on or off.
From caves to huts and soup to nuts,
Each of us an entertainment,
The scope of which directed by
The compass of our choice.
We have and hear a different voice,
But it is our own we stretch
Across this voided earth,
Spiked with certain curtains and callings
Our ceilings manufactured.
These times are not newer
Because there are fewer miles
Of synapse between us.
It is a small but constant distance
From cheek to cuspidor
And what is not expected
Is expectorant on the floor
As we walk into our slippers
Through each shower of hours.
Chapters of happiness layered
With a faith that is guided by
What we have been without.
It is far more elegant to dress
Our moments in what is missing
Than dismissing the obvious
For the want of more,
Yet to stop is to become
That which we were chasing.
Our ears grow with age.
While cold guides our fingers flattened rage.
We can say what we will, turn the page,
Or eat a pie, starting every bite with I.
Who would be the wiser?
What gains a penny whose face is proud
And speaks aloud to the backside of a life?
Follow or fallow It’s what we are made of;
Harvesting hairs, split with indifferences
Spilling from the mouths of babes,
But Maybe baby, we just want to be held
One more time before we go,
While knowledge and understanding
Come from the language of others.
Each place or face is a foreign orb
That we err or blur into a refinement.
It is not a magic pencil but a crazy crayon
From which the cartoons of our life are born.
Oh Gabriel, come blow that horn!
A breathe of life is in all.
Billions of filthy containers,
Nothing good is expected from them.
They are full of something,q
We've both got to check the profitability needed to replace the trash in them.
I'm afraid and need a motivation to keep the breathe alive,
Don't wish iniquity keeps dominating.
Not to allow self-deception to qualify somebody wrongly.
Today seems to make some of us low class members,
And some of us high class mates.
Situating both the poor and rich under equal sunshine,
Tells of defined indifferences,
We all receives Jehovah's rain.
Truth be told,no soul is called perfect in appearance,
Maybe we still got to grow?
Throwing jabs in suspense.
Wishing to be known?
Pls then we kindly should stay awake and take some pills.
A powerful dose to cure the fake personality role being played,
Or life deserve to be lived by futile deals?
There's a strong pain felt by ridiculed souls placed on trade.
But the skillful men will forever keep their stands before the seats of the great men in diadems.
Remember perfectly because the Greatest Supremo want us to keep this as part of his powerful anthems.
So who did choose to ignore money?
Please tell me there's no one you've ever known and would know.
Yes,others choose to dig for knowledge.
Then the system of things prove that we chase currencies or search for hidden ideas.
Ignoring to picture the result of a wicked man's target setting is a first mark to his downfall which always urge the discreet man to fear the true GOD who is in the highest place.
The warning is still coming from afar,
Yet many ears sleeps in a buried world.
Just because poor happiness is taken as a major fame.
Such a wrong identification?
Good bye dear friend,
Good bye my fellow keeper,
Until we meet to commune with the one who through him we exist in this lonely place.
That's where we would inevitably receive the reward we individually deserve.
So until then,please let's fare well.
Standing on the threshold
Bordering realities
Caught between what is
And what should never be
Discerning my indifferences
Thought becomes a casualty
Amidst a different mindset
A mirror of humility
Step however lightly
Into that maze of doubt
Which keeps us all pretending
To know what life's about
Nothing's ever easy
In choices that we make
Regret's the pill we swallow
For each wrong step we take
~JJR 10/15/16
There; through my canvas vest
Through my tough skin and my bony chest
There through many indifferences and the rest
Did the bullet of love swiftly penetrate?
And I felt its warmth it shared with the barrel
I wore bliss and glad as my face would label
And my eyes opened and my feelings went neural
The gun was my defense, the sense my heart had to create.
And there was war and there was peace
For long the bullet and gun remained one piece.
Shots were fire and dins were heard as far as eyes
Eyes of love to stare at would hate.
And then the massacre came and hearts were broken
As would one expect from homes people had fallen
Tears in the cold had to floor until frozen
And my heart was hit, and I felt the ribs broken.
There where the bullet hit, where the veil strains to give way
There where operation-eject- depression is underway
There where the bullet of love scratches the wounds of my way…
too hurting chest.
There where it accessed my soul, and pierced all the way.
There from; the bullet of love comes away.