Living near the mayor,
I am inconvenienced when
A head of state comes through the gate,
Which happens now and then.
The secret service and the cops
Block off surrounding streets
And if you try to get on by,
You’ll suffer some defeats.
But it’s much worse for those who live
Or work near the U.N.,
For they are barred, which makes it hard,
From getting home again.
Between the protests and the police,
They’re sadly out of luck.
Like all the crews who film the news,
They’re flat-out simply stuck.
We city people know the drill,
But still keep seeing red.
We disapprove, but would we move?
We’ll suffer here instead.
Treasure in trash found in victimless friends..
discord in off laughter holds just the same.
Their voice in frailty, not yours in the end,
only this why they remember your name.
Wipe your mouth on the street wi' ragged sleeve,
though eugh, surely mother would disapprove.
For want of only the best and you believe,
a fine dust you shook but failed to remove.
To God's watchers, entrust you matter more,
born t'this foreign world, naked and afraid.
From mother' womb warm her precious life bore,
truest bond in lasting love ever made..
See clearly the road unburdened for two
nature watches in awe, life made for you.
Sometimes we just need a friend to hold us up,
like a vine on a garden wall, not to speak
but to listen and catch us if we fall. ~ by poet
Whenever trouble follows my every move
and tongues wag at me as if to disapprove
all of the things I have done or didn't do,
you are the one person who sees me through.
You are like a sturdy vine growing on a wall,
the reason why I never crumble and fall,
the staunch ally whose arms keep me standing
when tragedy's mandates are too demanding.
A smile from you when you hold my hand
makes it clear that you really do understand
that what I need most then is for you to listen
when tears flowing from my eyes begin to glisten.
You are the friend who always keeps me strong
when hardships in my life go miserably wrong.
We support each other so neither of us will fall.
You are the flowering vine on my garden wall.
Welcome to The State of Dis Union.
Here are some “dis” words to describe The State of Dis Union.
Dismantle, disruptive, disagree, disrespectful, distract,
Disappointing, disable, discredit, disregard, disobey,
Dislike, disloyal, dislocate, disaffiliate, disrepute,
Disgrace, disaffirm, dishonest, disembark, disinfect
Disgusting, disturbing, dismiss, discontinue, disarm,
Disconnect, disorderly, disassociate, discreet,
Disapprove, dissent, dispute, disorientated,
Disorderly, discord, disadvantage, disbelief,
Displeased, dislodge, disclaim, dishonor, distant,
Disarray, disconcerted, disintegrate, disinform,
Dismal, disown, dispatch, disparity, disguise,
Discriminate, discard, dissolve, distort, distrust,
Discombobulated, disband, discountenance, disaster…
Yep, sounds about right.
Your eyebrows raises
To the second floor, you meant
Approve or dislike.
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22
Strange and shy
Strange and scared
Scared at home
Scared at school
School is frightening
School is scary
Scary kids
Scary teachers
Teachers might disapprove
Teachers might yell
Yell at a mistake
Yell at a false move
Move apart
Move away
Away from trouble
Away from fear
Fear of boys
Fear of girls
Girls tease
Girls laugh
Laugh at my clothes
Laugh at my red face
Face the music
Face the big boys
Boys who fight
Boys who strike
Strike three
Strike out
Out of range
Out of danger
Danger here
Danger there
There a landmine
There a snare
Snare a rabbit
Snare a kid
Kid at 12 o'clock
Kid on the playground
Playground threats
Playground bullies
Bullies loom
Bullies go away
Away from people
Away and alone
Alone is safe
Alone is lonely
Lonely...
Safe...
Laying down with clean blood and a clear brain
Feels better, even if I have the small sadness ache and pain.
I close my eyes and smile because I was able to keep
Sober for a day, and can be sent to restful sleep.
But….who is standing in the corner of my room…?
Seven feet tall and over me this shadow of darkness does loom.
Just staring, unmoving, as I happen to be,
Since this paralysis demon is here for me.
I kinda forgot that he shows up when I have sober dreams
And he has friends to make sure we are on uneven teams.
Now that I see, I remember, why I was drinking.
Because I can’t move right now? Except for my blinking.
I can’t control my breathing, I can’t move my arms.
I can’t scream, and I can’t protect myself from harm.
Internally screeching, begging this devil to leave me alone,
Feeling icy tendrils dig into my flesh and start breaking my bones.
Then I blink and he’s gone and I can finally move.
I remember now what pushed me to what others disapprove.
I swear I tried to put up a good fight, but my attempt is over.
If I have to see him every night, I can’t go back to being sober.
Than The Grand Illusions Of Those Paradise Shores
I that dares the purple sunlight to ease my soul
splinter and enter this old, discontented heart
all the mistakes, little sins that takes heavy toll
worrisome the most was the quite unsteady start
the shy lad that saw the great frosting on the pane
the midnight calls and the mornings promised truth
the eerie screams, wondering am I really sane
ah but, so goes the hard mysteries of wild youth
did great Achilles disapprove of how he died
the unusual poison sent into his heel
was true that some Greek warriors actually cried
and the gods laid on his fleshly grave a gold seal!
O' truth does thy great powers always give us more.
Than the grand illusions of those paradise shores?
Robert J. Lindley - Sonnet
composed on my 21st birthday
March 5th, 1975
First Note- At age 21 years old , I had decided to concentrate on poetry
far more seriously.
This was my first poem composed after making that decision.
Second Note- I had completely forgotten this poem other
than a very vague memory that I wrote one back then.
I did not even think, lo, that you would erupt,
Like lava from a wild volcano, so abrupt;
You are not mere water raised as a vapor,
Nor imaginations unwritten on paper;
Instead, you are my hopelessness and helplessness,
Breaking into waves of oceans of recklessness...!
My emotions pile up like Ice Mountains and hills,
Melt by the summer sun of feelings heart brim-fills;
I turn helpless as a child fell into a pond,
I plead reasons and reasonableness, to bond;
None dares to perforate the holes of my tears,
Is this because each element has its own fears...?
O my tears, I love you because you are unique,
You push yourself in full hope and when faith is bleak;
In birth and death when in mixed emotions you move,
My moods, on and off, you approve and disapprove;
You are like rains or gales that cleanse the earth,
Having shed you in abundance I gain new birth...!!!
17 June 2023
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May we be blessed to remember…
if we are unhappy with the world we are living in…
If we denounce…deplore…disapprove it….
The world will never change for the better…
If we only complain….
but do nothing to improve it.
Be calm and ponder with real skill,
Never jump and show immaturity,
When comes the happiest news,
Please show excellent composure.
Never show your joy openly
As that must not cause anger,
Those who now deeply suffer
May involuntarily disapprove.
Human mind is a peculiar one,
We can never study its nature,
When it will cry or curse or bless
Is a mystery known only to God.
Better to underplay your happiness,
The World is worried only about itself.
No one is bothered about your losses.
But, your success gives a lousy shock.
Understand this basic truth fully,
Even if you bless the Universe,
They may not exhibit gratitude,
God has created all just like that.
Best quality is keeping quiet ever,
Expressing only during necessity,
Joyful expression is not at all wrong,
But, it must not destroy our mirth.
Life is a journey with many souls,
Here we must gather peace of mind,
Satisfying those who accompany us,
Be the best companion who helps.
Doubt not, worry not, hurry not,
Carry life with a calm mentality,
Spread joy in every mind kindly,
Purpose of life is to love all only.
Did you think, ma, that I,
your son, getting older,
would be writing to you?
You think it's a strange thing to do?
We rarely ever wrote letters, son,
so much in touch we were.
We shared a home for so long
until you found a relationship.
You do seem to disapprove
of much that I am, ma.
Approved of a relationship, in general, yes,
but the one that I have?
Oh, I do want you to have someone,
love someone, introduce me to someone,
walk with, talk to, love that someone.
But . . .
Yes, you give me that But . . .
You really disapprove of my partner,
because, well because,
this is a he? Yes a he . . .
Oh, you must enjoy your life,
and I'll always be here for you.
And I do want you to have a relationship,
but, well, I think, er, well . . .
(Jul 2022)
you are not the body.
he is the operative of the subjective you.
you are the subjective of this body you.
see the way this internal monologue works.
flow of thought.
inner voice.
the cerebral narrator.
interaction with the human organism.
interprets the world using the senses.
commands its organic mechanism.
sadness, apathy or joy is your choice.
prove, approve, disapprove.
you are what you think of the body.
(tomorrow in that operating room, in 2104,
the transplanted brain will explain more.)
It’s Spring Fling today - an all-day campus concert with some up-and-coming music acts. We’ll be out there, in the rain if we have to, we're determined and somewhat waterproof. We went out earlier, doing a scan for friends to find seats and place stuff to hold our spot.
What, up until now, have been notes of preparation for summer move-out, will become a symphony tomorrow - after my last final - I’ll be a sophomore then, I suppose.
Peter has to check an experiment he’s working on. He hugs me and heads out.
“He’s so hot,” Anna observes, “he makes me think about sex, and you know what - YES!”
“You can have him," I say, "he’s too tall - and besides - he’s friending-down, with me.” I admit.
“I like him,” Lisa says, “he doesn’t complain or disapprove of things.”
“He’s the modern man,” Anna says, dreamily.
“And he’s REALLY good at kissing games.” I confide, grinning like a creepy boy, to make them jealous. They all made various noises that piggybacked and incorporated into one coherent gagging sound.
Never Changed My Mind About You
David J Walker
I’ve never changed my mind about
This mad love I have fallen into
50 years later I am still in love with you
My heart stops when you walk into the room
I’ve never changed my mind about
Wanting to want you… Waiting on you
50 years later and I still love for you to love me too
My heart stops when you disapprove
I’ve never changed my mind about
Seeing you as if there was no one else in the room
50 years later and I still need you to need me too
My heart stops when you leave the room
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