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Custody Blues in C minor

"Custody Blues in C Minor"
 (Disaster and Love as a Single Father)


 One coffee mug I purchased had a cracked lip, A plastic spoon, and half a bed,
 And the echo of her "I’m done with you"
 Still knocking around in my head.
 She gave me a car seat to keep. And a drawer full

Branches of Belonging

I was born with the meaning of home  
running through my veins,  
like sunlight weaving  
through branches,  
casting warmth on cold earth.  

In shadows, I gathered light,  
each ray a promise,  
each beam a whisper  
filling spaces of despair.  

With hands outstretched,  
I became a

Rotten

It isn't just incompetence
That leads a custody evaluator
To to clean up messes
For bad actors,
To justify
The unjustifiable,
To gloss over
The vital,
It isn’t just incompetence,
It's the rotten system
That the custody evaluator
Has been marinating in.

Playing God

The custody evaluator’s
Grand plan,
Playing God with
Other people’s lives,
What could
Possibly go wrong.

Child Custody After Divorce

The Environment of Prosody 
Suits not ‘Courts’ stand on Child custody,
Silly scratching up some melody 
For what to a party is bloody 
And might only excuse Threnody…

Its pains to father losers much stiff, 
Court rooms they leave like some Child Thief 
For - yes - a child is its mum’s fat hope 
For Alimony -

Protective Custody

Aquamarine waves
lap pristine rugged shorelines
casting call for beat
bohemic coral ballets
hip sandy beach applause



(This poem made the first PS Anthology, but disappeared 
from my list.)

Sacred Carnal Custody

Jesus was a patristic carpenter,
a non-nationalistic builder
of goodnews communal structure,
a nonviolent communicating leader,
a multispirit-natural facilitator,
divinely humane bilateral
spiritual health is natural wealth
facilitator of recreative green
and blue
and red-blooded sensory communion.

I am a mere custodian
of messianic intention,
practice,
discipline,
caring for co-empowerment,
vocational integrity,
ecopolitical EarthHealth and Safety
re-enlightenment,

A custodial health care giver
and wealth sensational receiver,
practicing this sacred vocation
of proactive kindness
for improving health sensory

Black Lives

BLACK LIVES
i
My friend bridles. Huh! All lives matter. Is she is being 
deliberately obtuse? Should I add ‘’too’’ or ‘’do?’’

She adds, I’ve blacks in my family. We had
indigenous girls in nursing school. Never
treated them any differently. U.S.  blacks
are lucky not to be back in Africa.

I feign agreement. How right you are. African Americans
must be

Untitled

Little people, funny creatures
Once so  fragile now so strong
Little people, who are you now? 
To me no more do you belong.

I wait so fearful, apprehensive 
Who am I to be?
Was once their world, their eager faces 
Eternally turned to me.

I doubt, I fear, I do not believe
And thoroughly distrust
The bond of motherhood so strong
Find

Your Daddy

Daddy's girl, little angel of mine
I hope you realise in time
I have tried my best to see you
All the paths I've been through 
Your Mother blocks me everytime 
I wont bore you with the reasons behind
Our unhappy breakup last May
I'm reaching out just to say
You are my number one
And I'll fight until I'm done
Just to

Jerusha's Rubicon

Family unity, ties bound with conditions
Cult peoples kept from alternate climates
Narrow track administered to every woman
Mother of two, Jerusha determined to fight it

Prospect of allowed departure non existant
Packed full backpacks for herself, Cain, Ismail 
Heart racingly taken, stealth taxi whisked them
Latitude of escape seeped freedom's keen prevail

Struggle of forging a semblance in society
Paled compared with

Cupidity, Confabulation and Their Cosy Custody of Crime Royal

His point-blank, most promising laurel lost
Long, long his e'er-lasting longing lingers
His muse becomes bedridden under freezy frost 
Yet his nikhedonic mindscape ne'er malingers
Surging from mood's winters and merging its splinters
Ramrodding illusion-edified effulgences into his emulous edacity
Without knowing whether with reluctance or with alacrity

Custody of 2020 Eyes

Monks and nuns,
ascetics and miscellaneous humble proletariat folks,
were taught custody of the eyes,
to show respect for those older
and/or wiser
and/or more supremely royal,
and/or in other positions of merited or inherited authority,
to avoid appearing too curious
too available
too interested,
to avoid temptations
of lust and envy and gossip,
to avoid that part of our reality show
that was only meant for the

In the Custody of Hope

IN THE CUSTODY OF HIS HOPE

The common denominator of human life
Rode his pale horse past our house today;
And our lessened numbers paid the price—
God had chosen—His will had been sent our way.
Grief, the child of love, came and prayed with us;
With shared emotions, we gathered in the relief of peace;
Consoled souls sang songs praising our

Insight In Custody

Love, these days were so dark
Frequently rain kissed the ground
This is the moment when mellow tries to embark
Right after the thunder shouts, echoing its mighty sound

Love, these days I sink into numbness
Blank pages haunt my enthusiasm
Chasing days without any sense, am I getting dumb?
Or is it just reality which tried to sabotage the poet's paradigm?

Love,

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