Why am I angry?
I'm dead wrong for lying, Lord.
I must not love you
Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in '85, with 'We Are The World',
he was dead wrong,
when he wrote the lyric
to the song,
as, from sea to shining sea,
on this globe there is much more,
than only that there north American shore.
Yet, Billie Jean (not his lover) was just a girl
who claims that he is the one,
and Bubbles brought on many troubles,
but the chimp is not his son.
She sees but black.
He sees only white.
She sees the day.
He sees the night.
Both firmly convinced
without any doubt
that the other knows nothing
of what they're talking about.
She will not bend.
Neither will he.
She says, "It Is."
He says, "It can't be."
Both are stubborn as mules.
Both do remain strong
for only one can be right
and the other, dead wrong.
Two hearts that once loved,
now distant and weak.
Differences unsolved
they no longer speak.
How can two walk together
unless they agree?
Their pride kept intact
as they both are set free.
Now aged, looking back
'cross the shadowy years,
she can only recall
his face, through her tears.
As his memory now finds her
still there in his heart,
and neither remembers
why they grew apart.
She saw only black.
He saw only white.
She said, "You are wrong."
He insisted, "I'm right."
Both went separate ways.
Now, too late, comes the doubt
as they wonder… "What was it
that we argued about?"
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty
I’ve felt useless
For so damn long
Wanted to mean
Something for someone
I lost myself
Just to find
Someone who
Couldn’t see me
They can’t see that
I’m trying to change
I’m still human and
Finding my own future
Choosing my own choices
Can’t tell if they’re right
Or dead wrong, cause
It’s my own life
Why should I lose myself
To make the wrong choices
Why should I lose myself
Just to be invisible?
I was scared of losing you, but now
I’m exhilarated to find who I am
I have reached that golden age worth noting
That I am now in a significant minority
Where my opinion is seldom worth quoting,
Even though I’ll soon be a fragment of history.
I’ve spent a lifetime trying to solve problems
Most of which were too big for me to handle,
I’m leaving behind some systems and albums
But your generation must light a fresh candle.
Mistakes I bequeath, too many to mention,
Poor choices, decisions, and wrong paths I’ve taken
Though none were plainly my good intention,
Too many times I was dead wrong, sorely mistaken.
So, I implore you, don’t blame me for all your ills
I had my share from the previous generation,
I did my best to mop up their miserable spills
Thought I’d leave you with some good information.
Someday, when you are near the end of your journey,
And you are waxing nostalgic for days of your past
Remember when they load you on that gurney
This lifetime just went entirely too darn fast!
written December 13, 2021
A Halloween party on Zoom
Wouldn’t be too much fun, you’d assume
But you would be dead wrong
For I boogied along
With my daughter in our living room.
All the Zoomers wore costumes and danced
And the camera had each one enhanced
To fill up the whole screen
So each person was seen
As she shimmied; I watched it, entranced.
Every song had a danceable beat
Meant to get people up on their feet.
Some were Halloween themed
With the choices, it seemed,
Leaning less on the trick, more the treat.
Since participants can’t meet for real,
Zoom has obvious proxy appeal
And this special needs group
Got to boogie and whoop
With the joy every square did reveal.
Haiku riddle
tons of garbage
left by those who want peace
the right to be ty
people like to march
to the tune of pied piper
social conscience
when everyone concurs
they are usually dead wrong
bombs are exploding
consensus are fakes
foisted on naive people
thinking in unison
beware of peace traders
they want you to agree with them
dark hearts of hate
The day my life went bonkers was a true test,
seeing myself in an unfathomable petri-dish. Small doses
of medicines being administered to me from the stars,
like shaking salt on a bowl of ox-tail soup.
Before I thought I was seasoned enough,
but I was wrong; dead wrong. My life has to be palatable
in the minds of future folks who read my life story.
Living in illusion isn’t easy – that’s actually sticking into a bubble
called a fantasy. You see, the problem is that my bubble burst,
the ripple effects sending shivers through my spine.
I felt vulnerable in a world I thought I knew enough to survive and manipulate.
Weird how tiny things like viruses can turn the world into an Independence Day movie
kind of shake up…..
Imagine a world without poetry!
What a sadder world we would have
My late father loved the romantics
Such as Wordsworth and Tennyson
Poetry won't bring you riches
But it will enrich your heart if you let it
Lovers of verse must band together
Bring peace to a troubled world
Moslems, Christians, Jews, Buddhists
Hindus and non - believers
should all succumb to the lure of verse
There are those who put poetry down!
But they are wrong - dead wrong
Poets - keep writing
Your words are vital
in the troubled world we live in
They said the car would never replace the horse
They were dead wrong, of course
The plane would never replace the boat
That one still sticks in their throats
TV couldn't possibly replace radio
Ha, ha! Totally incorrectimundo!
Email would never replace the love letter
Point of fact: It works much better
Texting and tweeting can't compete with email
P-l-e-a-s-e! Can a hare outrun a snail?
Whatever comes along next, the naysayers will get it wrong
Might as well just go ahead, and give 'em the 'old gong!'
She was a force to be reckoned with, outgoing, delightfully assertive, powerful, well-respected.
Her business was human resources.
She was the company expert. We could not have functioned without her.
She matched people to careers as smoothly as seven minute icing goes onto a cake.
She had a reputation as the go-to-person for any and every relationship dilemma we could throw her way, and we threw them all to her.
She caught them and laughed, making mincemeat of them.
She was loving and caring, a brick in the company.
She kept things together.
She kept the peace,
She kept dendrite records that made the paper ones look feeble.
She would do anything to help you, and with the most positive attitude in the world.
She enthusiastically restored hope in people who felt helpless.
She taught people how to be resilient.
She never burdened us with her problems.
She did not talk about herself.
She left them at home.
With her gun,
And her
Bullets
And her
Plans.
A woman
Alone.
Not even
A cat.
She thought we could easily replace her,
But she was dead wrong.
You have to know where you've been to ignore where you're not going.
I can't figure out if I'm guy 3 or 4 in all these poems.
I know they knew.
The Taxi driver you met today knew.
The guy at the cash register.
You're in there, somewhere.
If we'd of had these last few months I would have yelled at you.
During that crisis, waiting for you to say what I needed to hear.
During that bad day when I needed that reassurance.
During that post sex period where you want to give me a thumbs up but can't because you think that's weird but it's not.
Where would you be when a cuddle isn't enough?
What would you say when my parents die?
What would you say if our child dies?
What would you say to me as I was dying?
You get one chance to say the right thing.
Saying the wrong thing is better than saying nothing.
Sitting in there with all that pain behind your eyes.
Dispensing IOU's of emotion.
You're not incapable, which makes me so mad.
Mad FOR you, not at you.
Whoever made you feel like you weren't enough was dead wrong.
You are Sisyphus trying to stop the boulder from rolling downhill.
Your sentiments are 2D, Flat, Arial.
Nothing I can touch.
8/8/17
You're dead wrong if you think you're superior
And that all others are inferior
I'll break through your exterior
Getting to the interior
No longer do I think of it as odd
You're dead wrong if you think you're a god
There are much bigger things going on
Than religion since the dawn
Of it all, in this very universe and beyond
You're dead wrong if you think your **** don't stink
Better rethink
Regardless of if you have to put down the drink
It all will sync
Or there may still be a missing link
Considering that new things come and go, whether tall or small
You're dead wrong if you think you know it all
Such gall and logic leaves me appalled
You do realize that you may fall
And that your name will not always be called
You only wanted me to be your puppet,
In our relationship.
You wanted everything,
And took more and more from me.
YOU wanted something,
And I couldn’t give it to you.
You had specific expectations,
And if I couldn’t follow them,
Then I was not good enough for you.
If I didn’t make you happy,
You just threw me out on a whim.
You know I am sensitive,
And you thought that breaking up with me,
Would be less painful for my heart?
You are dead wrong.
You thought hurting me was so easy,
And that was your way,
Of manipulating me,
Of using me,
And you never cared about my broken heart,
You never thought of my pain.
You never wanted to love me,
You wanted to control me,
And my heart…
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