Everywhere the white man put his foot
unerringly on unwary locals he stepped
'til they became downtrodden
unable their customs to accept
physically mentally financially
from top to toe stern to stem
to his own advantage
he used abused and exploited them
no matter their culture
what floats their boat but gets my goat
Government-approved
he pushed religion down their throat
lies were spoken treaties broken
but we can't undo what they have done
and after all these years of dislocation
history has shown too little too late
reparation is no compensation
SEPTEMBER
empty swings in her heart
??
a full school bus departs
Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a three line poem with a larger than usual blank space( ??)for 2nd 'line'.
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ . Thus the reader supplies his own imagination thereto.
CATARACT OP
The mist lifts slowly
??
A new vista is unveiled
*Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a three line poem with a larger than usual blank space( ??)for 2nd 'line'.
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ . Thus the reader supplies his own imagination thereto.
*Spaces-Cataract
The mist lifts slowly
A new vista is unveiled
*Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
Ratchet Gentrification
Sneaky Dislocation
A People Sank Deeper Into An Abyss of Desperation
No Lubrication....
In Summation....
Screwed...
Without Consideration
of The Deprivation of Unaffordable Habitation
Nostalgic Disintegration
Of Memories Nesting in the hearts of Generations
Shameful Demonstration of Humanity...
Straight up Insanity...
Sad to Say
Failure to Realize Damage Done Today...
Create a Price Future Offspring Will Pay....
The night shift…
working in anonymity
semi-detached
Finding a hidden
emptiness
blinding daylight always hides
Tying up the
looser ends
of conscious dislocation
Bringing you back
inside yourself
through darkness circumscribed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
People flocked round badly hurt Paul,
Ten minutes ago had a fall
While he was playing rough football...
And they had to a doctor call,
Then with chess players in a hall,
Loved more than the card's near a mall
"No! His treatment not in this hall,
For not being ethical at all...
Some First Aid and then my clinic...
At least, it'll save me one cynic!"
And you with a dislocation:
Get ready for relocation.
SPACES-THEOPHANY
This is my beloved Son
Hear Him?
Note:'spaces' is an imagism form .It has a title and three line ,the middle being blank and left to the readers imagination. I labelled it 'spaces' as the middle line is an unsaid poignant pause or image.
Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'
I've been sneezing since June from the dust.
I took bupropion with mountain dew-
Now I can't sleep, my heart is beating fast,
I'm a little dizzy and a bit nauseous.
Vesta told me not to lose my head
But I was having so much fun!
I couldn't find Hera or Venus
But Herne told me there's no harm.
All their lights are big and bright-
Their ichor is burning my skin.
All the stories that never started,
These are heartaches on the big screen.
Dislocation of emotions-
No one to blame, I did it to myself.
I keep seeing what isn't there,
In my head I always paint them well.
Since I can't find mine, I can't let you in-
Dear Eros, I hope you have your key.
If I could go back to the day we met-
Even with hindsight, I won't leave them be.
I long for thy truant inspiration,
O Muse! (I feel thine absence for too long.).
Restore to me the gift of creation
once more,—that I may sing a new, gay song.
Reappear soon to my great elation,
O Muse! For thou canst never do me wrong,
or be the cause of my dislocation:
upon thy return my distress won't prolong.
On thine arrival, this crippling disrepair
of my Parnassus shall give up its sway,
and the end of my creative despair
will arrive on this most auspicious day
(like spring that welcomes existence everywhere),
when this new sonnet comes to life this way.
Planet of unsettling decline
losing our swagger of firm footing
staggered by earth's vast pool of needy preservation.
To seek global rule to fix plastic shard oceans pushed from
a safety zone sustainable
to bring nature's biodiversity to healthy
to stop a virus that drains color from life
to free the elderly from weighty tears
to heal an urban drug lurch of self abasement
to widen narrow alleys of thought
to lift the knife edge danger of human dislocation
to starve a diet of misdirected war
to dislodge regimes of hefty monsters who rob
their people's freedom.
If I ruled our sphere we'd stop the "what if's" and just do
like re-inhabiting our streets to purge litter,
or to strive for self correction
nourished by new discovery
and love what we should be closer to.
Poem composed: August 19/2020
(Revised January 2, 2021)
bemused
at the prospect of life
a personal vision
unashamed
minimalist
yet
melancholic
eclipsed
in a calm solemnity
uncompromising
full of abandon
passionately involved
a familiar narrative
encountering oneself
an artistic instinct
candour with revelation
and
yet
detached
from all the whys&wherefors
disturbed by experience
yet
innocent
lingering in this dislocation
of the cultural&spiritual
in
notions of intimate disclosure
shaped
by absences
challenged by self confession
encouraged
by
detached depiction
absorbed
by
relationships
oblivious
to comment
spaces-PECKING ORDER
Sparrow on the bird table
the hawk has a feast
Note:'spaces' is an imagism form .It has a title and three line ,the middle being blank and left to the readers imagination. I labelled it 'spaces' as the middle line is an unsaid poignant pause or image.
Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
Where art thou, Muse? I seek inspiration!
I have endured your absence for too long:
restore to me the gift of creation
once more, that I may sing a new, gay song.
When you return I'll feel great elation,
for as my muse you can never do wrong
or cause the source of my dislocation;
when you arrive my distress won't prolong.
As afflatus returns, this disrepair
of Parnassus will lose its unsure sway,
and the decrease of my written despair
shall blossom on this particular day,
like the Flower that's both lovely and fair
as this fresh sonnet lives and has its way.
09 December 2019
I pray to gain great so the pains will leave my lane, drain
I seek light, that is brightness so I will leave the night darkness
I pray for protection so my days on Earth will not be put into dislocation
because we are all humans and that we need protection in different occasion
Oh Lord, you are the father of all us
The beginning and the end
The Lord of Lord
And the king of king
When we call upon your name you make wonders;
Wonders that can't be counted different times, numbers
May your name be glorified
Forgive us our sin
because we have sin against you in distinct ways
Father I come to you as your child
Because we are your children and that you never failed your children
Lord I seek wisdom, knowledge and understanding;
Understanding that it is not easliy explainable
We are learners, I am learner
We all have different way to go
Lord, be our guardian
Lead us to the right path
So that we will not loose ourselves in different part
It is said there will be strategy
Make our own into good one, comedy
Non for the tragedy.
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