Best Traffics Poems
Luminous clouds pass
By my window
Above the traffics din.
In between my
Staring eyes begin-
Look out that window
Frame the day, transport
Your thoughts elsewhere
Consider every puff of
Cloud and glide with
Mindless care!
Let me be clear from the beginning
any honest discussion of peace
begins by staring into the face of evil
Not the cartoon mask of villains
but the slow systematic evil
Evil that traffics children like cargo
it teaches hatred until it feels like normalcy
until neighbors become executioners
Ordinary hands commit extraordinary horrors
Indifference calcifies to stone
and thought itself
collapses.
Marcus’s story does not end in triumph
At seventeen he was shot outside his high school
not because he joined a gang
but because he refused to
His funeral was filled with teenagers
They understood that sometimes peace
is a luxury they cannot afford
One in four women beaten
One hundred million displaced
Philadelphia streets— my streets
where children fear to play
rival war zones
in their statistics
And then the litany of mass shootings
Columbine. Sandy Hook. Pulse. Las Vegas.
Parkland. Buffalo. Uvalde. Grand Blanc.
Not distant tragedies
but the lived reality of families I serve
The young who ask me
“Why should I plan for a future
when someone can decide to kill me
while I buy groceries?”
Children conscripted as soldiers
Women sold like cattle
Populations vanished by decree
Young men with weapons of war
end dozens of lives
in minutes
Viktor Frankl, survivor of the camps:
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing:
the last of human freedoms—
to choose one’s attitude
in any given circumstance.”
I see the aftermath
I sit with the grief
I listen
to the questions
that have
no answers
Every abolitionist knew this mathematics
Every civil rights worker knew this equation
Every protector standing between trafficker and child
They fought forces with more money
more weapons
more power
than they could ever possess
They fought anyway
Not because victory was guaranteed
but because surrender
was unthinkable.
Life on earth began with a mass of dust,
Embedding itself in the earth’s most fragile crust;
Life of ever-growing trees all began with a leaf or a little grass,
Followed by the appearance of our age old brass;
Then the earth gave way to the slimiest things called ‘animals’,
And from there came the most wonderful species called mammals…
One, two and three, it began,
Now it seems like more than hundred years of life span;
Oh! My graceful mother earth!
When everything began you were brown,
When it seemed to last a little longer, you turned yellow,
Years went by and you chose to be green,
With a little blue all over seen;
Every soul was behind your beauty,
All humans chose the path of creativity;
From Shakespeare to Wordsworth to Carroll to Lee,
Everyone wrote to you, what they could see;
Now you are, what I can count,
With your streets and traffics and roads and lanes,
With cars and autos and trucks and cranes;
With dust and leaves and stones and wood,
All that I can write and surely I could;
I know I am just a part of your crust,
But it seems like everything is going back to the dust;
From blue to green to yellow and brown,
When I think, it just makes me frown;
But probably you are just getting old,
Realizing the truth, oh it makes me feel cold;
So just tell me you’ll remain what you are at least now,
Only to let me live and to show the world how to love;
I am sure to tell,if they really knew, what love was,
You wouldn’t have been what you are alas!!
oh the distill
to fly the sky
I saw a garbage bag in the clouds
how could it makes it so hight
as I dropping my arms and legs
grew a pair of wings
going to China
and shared some barbecues
for the rescue
of lost birds
not knowing where
is north
the moon so confusing
with so many windows
but sure put my flag there
all stars and stripes
and a lack of oxygen
or call it gravity
I tend to my garden
not eden what's in a name
the boa I constrict
the horse to trot
the avenues
and the ventures
car traffics
the roads
of the rorschachs
and the last hamburger
must be germany
to eat the bun
oh no just a computer
with hefty bills
to eat you all
as my habit to drink coffee
Nespresso every morning
with almond milk
I got it free of charge
not reading their pamphlet
in chinese
gee saved myself 200 hundreds
and the coffee is good
must I've learn from Morocco
beef beaf what is your meat
to tell me the protest
of greens the goat climbing the tree
of argane or archaid
just a monkey
blinding my eyes
a mouth to silence
and ears not listen
but a look at the clouds
Awakening Perpetually
by Odin Roark
Awakening perpetually knows well
Perfection’s tuning fork disquietude,
Its awareness that any off-key meandering
Can cloud over a caressing sunshine rising,
Sour a dawning’s gardenia fragrance.
One reaches skyward with morning’s extension,
The opening of shuddered windows,
Inviting breezes to find purpose
Among slumber’s expended air,
The body’s unwearied resilience.
About the room
Timeless ghosts bow heads and implore with stretched arms,
Aroused by their history’s carillon, matins and lauds,
Even as cobblestone passage below traffics today’s gluttonous appetite,
Fulfilling its locust-like consumption,
Unabated by cacophony’s garrulous conceit
Propelling a different consciousness
Self-destructing by tourismic mayhem.
But…
To step forward and lean on man’s balcony of hope,
Is to lift weary eyes above the clutter below
Onto rising light’s warm-colored horizon,
To give one’s tuning fork its earned reward,
The sense of harmony and melody
Being born of another day.
Such is the embrace of dawn’s meaning,
The anticipation of canvas to paint,
Verses to write,
Preludes to compose.
For lest we forget,
Awakening remains perpetual,
Whether for man, creature, seedling or flower.
It asks only to be honored.
When i go to the shops
I walk down the road
And stop at the place
Where the zebra is lying
Flat on its back
In the middle of the road
Opposite the newsagents
When i step carefully
On its back
All the traffics stops
And the zebra carries me safely
Across the road .
When ive done my shopping
Its still there
Waiting to carry me safely
Back across the road again .
I dont know how
Id cross the road
Without my zebra .
Closets
All around I am confined
from fetal womb, “Soft and connected”
through teenage responsibility
adult stress and conformity.
A drowning wave of fury
I fight to breathe to be “Louder with spark”
A dark closet of pity
A stagnate gloom (to find me) to end me.
Impulse to break the chains of bondage
To unmask the inner fight “building”
Untying normality
for “just out of sight.”
Rejuvenating my soul in the waters of “out of control”
A treacherous journey of emotion
Plighted by the rage of “doubt”
Rationality is a sickness, devouring all thought,
Plagued with social need
A repulsive weakness for commonalty.
Only attained by ignoring the me!
I pushes me down
I wont fight
I gives into parallel thought
I seeks conformity
I is my Social Connection
I is completely taught
I is suffocating me
I wont let up.
Me is lifting my soul
Me is an urgent refusal
Me traffics options
Me is uncontrolled control.
Me trucks through stop signs
Me fights for right
Me is my souls reflection
Me is worth protecting.
The I is getting weaker realizing
The me isn’t meeker
Hugging the-me close tight
forming the Identity Im.
Im is struggle
Im wont leave
Im is (im)pulsive
Im is perceived need.
Im is bland
Im wont take direction
Im is neutral
Im is sad
Im is mad
Im is weak
Im is tired
Im is meek
This relentless feud.
An Im-pulsive identity.
I’m in a world that has gone wrong
Nothings the same everything’s changed.
People are wearing there socks on each arm
There wearing there underwear on there head.
There sleeping in store beds
There flying to work
Instead of riding there bikes
There walking through bathroom
Taking a hike
Traffics running right through my house
There’s a dog that’s scared of a mouse?
There’s a cat who loves to bark
There goes David on Noah’s Ark?
There’s a monkey in the water
There’s a chimpanzee with a human daughter?
The world has gone completely wrong
“OH MY GOD” there’s a duck
Singing the Barney song?
I got out of bed to my alarm
And Lord Jesus knows this world has gone WRONG!
1. Every space is filled
this is definitely a love match
cultivating a field of many Asters
smoothening life to a mind boggling degree
the definition of this bliss
is an outcast to the perception of many witnesses
shining our star up so high
for single princesses royal
to marvel and fantasize.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
2. We’ve given divorce a show down
and hand cuffed division before it stabs
too close for air to invade
filled into each other to falsify vacuum
nature will melt for our hearts to unhinge.
we are so equal in need of no mental diplomat
b’cos right from the beginning,
taste of any bitter pill has been reprieved.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
3. Two pouring wines in one glass cup
is an embodiment of incomprehensible unity
with street lights of testament
even if from a third class.
There are moments when filth
and quest to temporarily act feather brained
are too spicy
but we’ve come this far with
the belisha beacon placed in these traffics
of rushing danger.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
4. Uneasy and completely mixed
is this journey
each climb wakes us more.
I had to scour my pride
she in turn rasterized her emotions
for a legendary recreation
of a surviving sweetness so soft to touch
like the Nubuck
unbeknownst to life, It’s been creamed
back and front to be self unrecognizing
from its own mirror.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
Through the crowds and traffics
Rumors about how to get near you
like waves after waves
Hope to come closer
to hear you breathing
to see you streaking in the sun
Your body is gleamed with silver
like countless fish scales dancing around
Boats and nets are on the shore
eyes wide open, irresistible to
your fatal attraction
You are a thick book
full of memories of the rocks
and a pearl’s spoony waiting days
Tides come and go
whispering shallow songs
Time is the anchovies in your embrace
shaking out a salty taste
I will escape from the built-up city
To the countryside,
Where all around is a giddy
And the fields are green and wide.
I will escape from the traffics and smog
To the nature’s lyrics and a croaking frog.
I will escape from concrete and power lines
To the breathtaking lights and signs,
To the place where field bells ring
And free birds merrily sing,
To the forest where trees are attractive
And are not a city’s captive.
I will listen to the voice of nature
And my life will be a great adventure.
I will walk barefoot to feel the land,
I will touch a stream with my hand.
My joy will have no measures,
Knowing that the world is full of treasures.
I will escape from the bustle of the city
To the wildflowers which look so pretty,
Where the sky is so bright and clean
And I feel myself like in a dream.
And when the night comes,
The starry sky has so much charms,
An internal balance will feel my heart
As our Earth’s nature is really smart.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise
your ships o're seas do travel market paradise
trade you do in human souls commodity and ware
buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care
You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep
branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep
hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need
veiled by the costume concealment of greed
How many become lost in the glitter of your store
never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more
like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak
boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak
Your stock and trade the trap you've laid
you do counterfeit what's True
with commerce shade a new religion made
skilled entrapments pervade the view
Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore
with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore
Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head
outside painted beautiful but inside is dead
You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought
so many think they're nothing unless they have alot
the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill
subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill
sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28
Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Since world war 2, there have been more and more oversea scientific and academic centers and institutions co-established for united research and development, more and more trading and financial hubs and bodies set for cross-continental transactions through systematized logistic and settlement networks. In addition, U.S. has military bases and installations worldwide strewn for the holding of strategic points, prompt reactions and other necessary operations. Along with the augmentation of the aforesaid factors, international interaction and interpenetration across many areas have promoted a full-fledged system in accordance with which ceaseless traffics from every corner around the world shuttle and circulate day by day, year after year. Leaving these links and bonds unattended is tantamount to disowning these assets and the rights and duties associated therewith. Stripping away due duty and diligence from this system which has already registered American deep participation and its leading role will certainly incur worrisome contests, overt and covert, by and between insidious coveters and consequently place the entire world under a dangerous uncertainty. In sum, there have been so much interests distributed all over the world since 1945 that no latitude should be allowed for any form of resumption of isolationism, which is virtually little short of arrant abandonment in today's international political context.
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I am an Urban Fox
In human form , I know
A paradox.
I trot along my daily trail
And wag my bushy tail
With my disguise it’s no
Surprise, that people
Greet me all but one
As finest company
And really fun.
But; a ruddy Red Coat
On a horse, with brassy
Bugle and hard hat
Of course, does follow
Me around; with malign
Intent on ending my
Amazing day, in the
Jaws of his bloodhound.
I like to hide in coffee shops
He cannot see me there
With my disguise and human
Form, they let me in
But bloodhounds stay outside!
Ruddy Red Coat, poised
Perplexed, his Bugle
Ain’t much use, in
Streets as filled
With traffics din
The hunt that won’t begin
Has made him vexed!
Then later on when
Red Coats gone, I
Return to my natural
Tune. I trot along
And sing my song
To the cities night time
Moon!
Life whirls on by with
One million intentions,
One million locations
To end up at
With one million new thoughts,
And I’m caught up in the jet stream…
Spinning, whirling, whirring,
Thinking, laughing, talking,
Loving, hurting;
Doing all the things
I’m meant to do
From day to day,
Without really caring.
Tiny little pressure
Points of pain and reassurance,
Needs of life
And needs of thought and
Love, and still the same
Old speed bumps,
Getting stuck, and climbing over…
Finding reasons, losing them
Then finding them again
A little bruised and worse-for-wear
But dust them off
And use their fragile little bodies,
Hold their hand and
Walk so close you almost
Trust them and believe
Standing still and watch
The traffics tails,
Legs still march but
Still, I’m standing still.
Watch the things that morph
And swirl around me,
Morph and change and run off
Over the horizon
Leaving me behind
Lost
Confused
Slipping…