Best Providers Poems
All this hyped up glam and glitz
giggly girls break down in fits
these mascara clad boys devoid of wits
The shallower they go, the deeper it gets
Sillouettes lacking inner angles and lines...
The substance goes absent when the light shines...
Plotless drama without direction, still winds
These tragically bad fads spread like vines
Overrun with Reality shows depicting what's REAL
A mass zombie audience digesting their meal
Not In, but outside, this box they soften like veal
Staring at a screen that numbs how they feel
When did the war on intelligence start?
Losers not knowing that losing's not smart...
Cable providers gladly doing their part
News channels selling half-truth ala carte
I will be a rebel and fight for your mind
Hiding remote-controls where they won't find
Trading entertainment for knowledge in kind
Giving books out to the voluntarily blind
It's gonna be a BATTLE!!! WHO'S COMING WITH ME??!!
We live in a world where sickness abounds,
Sometimes stumping the best of providers.
Symptoms and tests almost always expound,
While the emotional costs grow wider.
The travel and care and expenses we bare,
In dollars and tears for a healing.
Pale when compared, with the voluminous prayers,
Our reverence and humility kneeling.
Seeing through to the end, great strength we must take,
And the position that attitude matters.
A stiff upper lip and a smile sometimes fake,
Anything less, and fragile hope easily shatters.
Yet until we’re called home, to streets paved with gold,
Or abodes filled with love and affection,
Widely known in the hearts, of the young and the old,
Laughter remains, life's greatest healing medication!
My story is quite simple
My husband and I had been faithfully
Correctly using birth control for almost 13 years
We’d forgotten it only once
Resulting in the birth of our second child in 2005
However, in spite of proper use
Birth control failed again in 2015
After learning I was pregnant for the 3rd time
My husband and I sat down to discuss our options
What a new child would mean for our family
Money was tight, our marriage was struggling, and at nearly 40
I didn’t feel that I could handle another pregnancy and childbirth
At the end of our discussion
My husband said,
“We’ve never considered this before, but do you want this child?”
I replied simply, “No.”
He said he didn’t either, but that he’d support any decision I made.
At the end of our discussion
Even though it was his child
He recognized that the decision was ultimately mine
Living in Nevada, we didn’t have to deal with unreasonable restrictions
There were no protesters to meet us at the clinic
The only obstacle we faced
No providers in the area took my insurance
We had to pay the $500 out of pocket
I made the appointment for that Thursday
So that I wouldn’t miss any work
Less than a week after discovering I was pregnant
At the clinic
I received a trans-l ultrasound to verify how far along I was: 4 weeks.
The blastocyst was about the size of a sesame seed
Exactly what it looked like
At such an early stage
A medical abortion was my only option
I took the first pill at the clinic
Was told most women don’t start bleeding heavily
Until after taking the second pill the next day
I’m not most women
Started bleeding heavily enough
I had to leave work early Friday
The pain didn’t start until after I took the second pill
It hurt, but was no worse than cramps amplified by food poisoning
I was glad for the pain medication the doctor had prescribed me
Then, it was over
I bled for about 3 weeks and then everything returned to normal.
I admit some initial doubt that we were making the correct decision
Was willing to accept that doubt
After about a year, that doubt has disappeared
During the process
I didn’t feel alone because my husband was right there with me
Halloween Two Oh One Nine
By Franklin Price
10/31/2019
Halloween two-oh-one-nine
Not what it used to be
As when I trick or treated
And the candy was for me
There were no giant super stores
With costumes by the score
No internet, no Amazon
For delivery to my door
I wore a sheet, went as a ghost
For candy took a sack
Did not have an I-phone
That my parents then could track
When young, my siblings took me
Was the youngest of them all
They were too old to trick or treat
So they took me to the ball
They wore masks, just to please me,
To show me how to play the game
When doors were opened, with the candy,
They held their sacks to get the same
No one would refuse them
For they had a tyke in hand
And did not want soaped windows
Or a place for eggs to land
Today is so much different
Trick-or-treaters very few
Might be taken by a pervert
Maybe even poisoned too
Trust is there no longer
To trick or treat from door to door
Back in the day, when we got home,
Dumped our candy on the floor
Was not put there for inspection
But to see how we had fared
From the trick-or-treat providers
Who gave us goodies 'cause they cared
Men strive to be the
Best providers for their families
But it's a tough job when
There's many mouths to feed
Men are good role models
And excellent father figures
You younger ones will Know
What I mean when you get bigger
Yhey all carry their pride so high
But you can see the pain in their eyes
Working so hard only to
Get laid off with less pay
Struggling to keep their families
Together day by day
Men try to stay strong
But no matter how hard they try
You can still see the pain and the
Worry in their eyes
They give out so much
They'll do anything for love
They will give their hearts and souls
Even try to give you the heavens above
They will never show it
Forever they will hide
You can take a lot from a man
But you can never take away his pride
FOR OPPOSITE SEX CONTEST
We are the conquerors and the vanquishers of our time.
We are the heroes and the legends of all time.
We are the killers and healers of all mankind.
We can win this war.
We are the defenders and worshipers of all that is righteous.
We are the owners, and seeker of all that is knowledge
We are the keepers and tellers of all that is remembered.
We can win this war
We are the lovers and companions of good.
We are the providers and mediators of bad.
We are the hunters and saviors of living.
We can win this War.
We are united in force and she is alone.
We are voices in roar and she is silent.
We are many in cause and she is one.
After all, what can one Mother-Nature do to us?
We will win th……..!
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - SECOND PART
No food nor drinking water, those alive, pity
Faced chillness, starvation and panic in eyes
No medicines, no blankets and no clothes
People succumbed in homes and on roads
Hundreds of people dead; countless injured
Houses and cars in thousands submerged
All essential storage quickly lost; and no food
Nor shelter; alas providers became seekers
A catastrophe that none believed will happen,
Occurred anyway, as people simply wilted low
Money and materials could not be of help
As holding hands alone forebode being alive
The future looked suddenly bitter and bleak
With money, valuables and motorcars lost
Very difficult it looked to make good the loss
As personal belongings all vanished in a toss
And by the time the boats came calling
And relief was in sight; most people had
Lost the battle and barely held their lives
The unrelenting flood having spewed its wrath
The misfortune threw up the good Samaritans
For many showed up, courting risk upfront
To save many a folk, with dedication abound
In desperate time providing solace and succor
Brave young volunteers were there in full
To reach supplies for people in a mess
But the disaster had hit in full, long before
Many need decades to get back, as before.
And then army men arrived to ferry in boats
Saving people, marooned and maligned
Helicopters dropped food for hungry mouths
As pilots picked the sick and the hopeless
The Government claimed it did its part, well
While the critics made a lot of noise, as ever
Alas people were left, high and dry; dismayed
To mourn the loss and weep, in silent mode!
Some said the authority failed; in their role
Some said it was “El Nino” “Climate Change”
Many attributed: highest rainfall in 100 years!
But I know: Millions of folk took a mighty blow!
Cutting stones for building blocks doesn't
bring the whole food at the table. Playing
betting games force them to sell their
clothes and shoes. Saving money becomes
harder than collecting drops of rain during
drought.
Their children toil in the farms and streets,
because they have no school fees;
their daughters end up as pleasure toys
for the rich, for they don't have enough money
to buy sanitary pads and maintaining beauty;
their sons become easy prey for politicians
who pay a few hundreds for causing chaos
to their opponents.....
Gods' eyes shy away from their blessings,
forcing them to turn from lawful men
to gang-bangs, hiding around streets
and lavish estates. Frustration sometimes
force them to press the trigger,
as they scoop out handbags, briefcases,
and pockets.
Their lives are sustained for a while in the midst
of inflation and higher house rents. Their children
go back to school, and food becomes more abundant
at the dining table. Debts are also paid.
Soon, the arms of the law stretch to their homesteads,
and put them in handcuffs. Their wives and children
watch in despair. The sole providers are sent in jail,
to serve decades or life sentences.
Hard life is all they know from outside or inside the prison bars.....
You’re a 3AM
Wake up call
With another sob story
About the latest boy
Who pumped you
Then dumped you
And left you
In a sweaty lonely pile
Upon another
Empty bed
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why handsome
Boys
With shining white teeth
With full heads of curly black hair
With six-pack stomachs
And tight muscular
Rear ends
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you,”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why reckless
Boys
Who party all night
Who down countless vodka shots
Who shout “muthafukka,” “dude,” "beotch,"
And other raucous
Victory chants
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you,”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
You want me to empathize
You want me to criticize
The nasty boys
Who took you for another
Cruel and pointless ride
You want me to father you
In a way he never did
But I’m sorry
Baby girl
I’m sorry
I can’t
Because I admire and envy those
Boys
In the prime of their life
Not yet defeated
Not yet haunted
Not yet beaten
By the disappointments that
Await
They are a national treasure
A precious resource
From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational wild boys
Come the builders of shelter
The providers of sustenance
The conquerors of enemies
The explorers of frontiers
From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational boys
Come the daring adventurers
The first one into the burning house
The last one out of the burning house
The one still standing when everybody else
Fled
From the insatiable loins of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who dance insanely upon tables
Who run naked through the streets
Who make love without limits
In open fields
Upon damp grass
All through the night
From the insatiable loins of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who cat-fight for their lover
Who kill for their children
Who wail passionately for their dead
From such boys
Baby girl
From such boys
You were born into the world
My crazy baby girl
You were born into the world
Like father, like daughter
And if I could be that young wild boy
Again
The one that you hate
And love
In such a maniacal way
It would be an honor to be with you
An honor to hold you
An honor to love you
Until my dying day.
They're trying to decapitate the hood magistrates,
with fabricated reasons for treasons
It's the season that we evaluate and saturate,
All those who maneuver with a false mind,
Hood occupants are tee'd off like it's golf time,
So your game needs to be up to par
because to the jails and cemetaries
too many people have lost time,
The government is microscopic on the popular,
They possess new world order style binoculars,
They're building plantations and camps
in the form of penetentiaries
to house and be the spots for the,
Most corrupted, those abducted,
from society in a variety of flavors
because misbehavior leaves us stuck with,
A bunch of years on tiers to joint suspension,
We stay inchin' through tention,
and in this hard knock life comprehension,
we discover that we're losing
in their systematic intervention,
They know that the hypnosis from dollar bills will rule us,
In a cess pool of,
deceived individuals who tryin' to glisten like a jewelers,
Metals and precious stones,
Yes it's on,
We brave enough to test the throne,
The quest is long,
And we fight until our flesh and bones,
Dissolved into the earth
We were born to die so who's next to go,
Our lives are far from festivals,
We're surrounded by people
who perform acts that are unethical,
attempting to reach the pinnacle,
Because the hood fame will excite us,
We search for the cures to hunger-itis,
What we really need is the wisdom from the providers,
Who serves the mind food
because the government is killin' us,
They're sealin' our fate with each plate to get rid of us,
They lable us outlaws, so we turn southpaw
and fight for our rights from the left like P. Whittaker,
It's hard suvivng inside their GENOCIDAL SYLLABUS,
So before you get tossed like a javelin,
Stay sharp and keep your eyes and mind travelin'
While you're in the systematic maze
to keep your life from unravelin'.
Blood and Envy - A Cautionary Christmas Poem
By Jude S. Walko
Twas some time after All Hallows Eve.
The roof started to leak like a sieve.
But the buckets of rain,
seem to wash away the pain,
and left young Timmy relieved.
The holidays swiftly descended down,
spreading cheer throughtout his town.
Each caught up in his own,
leaving Timmy completely alone.
Nary even a concerned soul to be found.
Timmy believed he perhaps was forgiven.
But soon realized there were no thanks for giving.
For as the Church bells did sound,
crowds soon gathered around,
and realized the hell which past months, he'd lived in.
Streets formerly filled with mirth,
now appeared, scarlet, as with violent birth.
Timmy looked up with an innoncent plea.
But no forebearance would be given to he.
Indeed there'd be no Peace on his Earth.
Mrs. Plum's legs hung by the fire they'd be,
Her entrails decorated the tree.
We'd soon be remiss,
if her husband we'd miss,
His head apart from its own body.
All Timmy had asked for was a train.
A simple request again and again.
Yet his parents must be daft
as they ignored what he asked
and as a result needed to feel some pain.
When Timmy was asked what he'd done.
He responded with wit and aplomb.
Were they not great providers of he?
Of what other use could they possibly be?
Clearly what was done, must've been done.
Soon the town's tale of Timmy grew epic in size,
of his parents grotesque and untimely holiday demise.
But let it never be said,
that therein a child went to bed
wihtout being quite sure of a Christmas surprise.
A small token of love to a boy.
like a train, some candy, or a toy,
can be used to let demons subside,
reasonably preventing even parricide,
and keeping the season with joy.
And so let the lesson be learned.
An' in your memory it may be burned.
That if a small child should ask,
take upon this small task,
or into a meatpie, promptly be turned.
On Mother's Day.
That Sabbath Day, I put flame to eight candles and knelt down to pray.
I humble myself with fasting to intensify my communication with God who is our all and all.
During that spiritual and very significant time of the morning, I gave our powerful Heavenly Father a call.
So much of the misery of life is in me and I have the weight of my daughter's physical and mental health tormenting my mind.
On that golden day, I was filled with the confidence that God will put someone in our path at the right time.
God is the lamp in my darkness.
God is my consoler during my torment and the booster of calmness.
Previously we were in a meltdown dealing with many healthcare providers with high costs and impassive procedures.
They were unimpressive, obtuse, and unrefined sloths to work at their own leisure.
It was in God's measurement of existence and his most magnificent grace that he sent a radiant helianthus.
It was a transcendental rush.
She entered our home with a wide smile and a sanguine temperament.
She had a stalwart faith in getting things started right away with plans and proficient decisions that she wanted to implement.
Her objective was to provide my daughter with the best comprehensive and viable care plan.
She restored our faith and we became a fan.
She was full of wisdom, yet she was a proponent of sensibility.
She was polished by the grace of God with compassion and empathy.
Like the nature of a helianthus, she would never fold because God is her sun and shield.
In her mien, it is greatly revealed.
When her task is done and it is time for her to say goodbye.
We will miss her, but we will give her a brave smile and sigh.
I will thank our Heavenly Father as I looked to the sky.
If someone would ask, how was she as a provider, we are truly in need, so please tell us.
I will simply say, she is not a weed, but a blessed and beautiful helianthus.
He joins the league of the oldest continuous civilization
and keeps three out of every five of the globe’s underground crude.
Typified by a way of life resting on three luxurious pillows
and the system of most of its homes void of tables and chairs.
But a little cruel, he is to his helpless womb bearers
as is he alongside three other friends a leading trader of trafficking sex
with a sharp increase in the number of children
becoming part of its service providers in recent times
confirming his reputation as one of the worst hands for a girl to be born.
His exotic pride lies on the rare breed of the Persian Cat
popularly known to promote and boost the gender-change operation,
as he is also crowned “the nose-job capital of the world”.
In cavier, pistachios and saffron, he is a competing global producer;
having the only condom merchandise factory in the entire middle east.
He converts his plague of over a million foreign refugees
into sustainable development built on cheap labour.
Carpet exportation uniquely sits second in his earnings
and finds a miracle food in his special Persian milk.
“Paradise” was coined from a word of his mouth
and poetry epitomizes the beauty of the cultural heritage;
of his identity which was a one time world power and spreading empire.
Variations on a Punishing Theme
When people are hungry and at risk of homelessness
despair
chronic depression
and climatic extinction
Is it because their leaders
and community developers,
learning incubators
and technical assistance providers,
grantors and lenders,
representatives
and public sector service providers
absorb too many investments and nutrients
for their own mouths and mortgages?
sleeping soundly at night
unaware of how their Continuous Quality Improvement intentions
economically and ecologically miss their mark
of solidarity and mutual subsidiarity,
of recreating the comfort and nutrients
they intended to invest in those with greater need.
Perhaps the self-blaming unruliness of hungry homeless people
Is due to oversight interference of well-intended practitioners
expert administrators
senior consultants
expertly dominating fragile margins of poverty
feeding dissonant anger and fear
and mistrust.
Chronically at-risk species fear living death's dissonance
and entropic non-thrival trends,
Because we are anxious to survive,
to build life; not so much death and perpetual advent.
Wilting personal lives
have no bandwidth left
for righting macrosystemic death trends.
It is mutual-mentors who co-invest in cooperative thriving,
That incarnate wise evolution of deep ecologically balancing lives.
Self-composting toilets
have surprisingly greater nurturing value
to people without a pot to pee in
than community-composting banks
and governments.
I
In church, decor by Desiree Seymour
Jesus rose up again, we sang with gusto
There followed communion, bread and wine
Thoughts: He, bread of life ; we, bread too!
If he were a loaf, Jesus, THE PERFECT One
Broken so we all might partake of His perfection (God seeing his blood, not my sin)
II
There is much awry in South Africa
The disease (dis-ease) make all money chasers
Funerals are bigger than weddings here
Because neighbors sell their ID copies
To other wiser neighbors: "Yes, buy a policy -
And help with my funeral." Banks write these;
Cell phone providers sell it: "insurance business"
No limit on number of covered persons. No relations- test
Another use of the bread? Our bodies here?
I cancelled one I bought with a church friend
When I suspected I was being stressed (to die quick?)
Evidence of pilfering abound; I still found
A way to cut through this, write of Perfect Bread --
Praying to move out of my church friend's home!
NOTE: I struggle to stay positive in my township, once I return "home" from church. This offering on Palm Sunday almost didn't see the light of day. Too much about! Yes, it is scary. "Civilization" mortgaged to money? Thank you Jesus, we got through. Hosanna!