I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.
Categories:
emigrants, anxiety, art, caregiving, character,
Form: Prose Poetry
America:
Does the Light Still Shine?
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"Freedom of speech,
Freedom to worship,
Freedom from want,
Freedom from fear."
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Travelers to this Blessed Land
Had many varied tales to tell;
Emigrants from harsh demands
Beset by woes words can't dispel,
Long suffered tragedies emerge:
Exiles condemned for their beliefs,
Scapegoats who fled a rampant purge,
Survivors who sought war's relief,
Elects reviled for social strains
Deplored as being risky foes
Left homes behind with all to gain
And persevered when tests arose.
Now, citizens with Rights-in-hand
Delivered to this Blessed land.
Categories:
emigrants, america, character, courage, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Compassionate Teachers
Left hemisphere's cognitive nature of mind
emulates Right hemisphere's inductive spirit
of creation
and destruction,
regeneration
and degeneration,
and all doubly-resonant tipping points
balancing analogous metaphors in-between.
For these disciples,
polypathic travelers,
perpetual emigrants into spirit
and immigrants from secularized
mundane
under-valued nature,
students of ecosystemic resilience,
Earth's yang nature is Master
and yin spirit is Mistress
with unflagging strength of an oak
and complex flowing grace
of a willow,
Both rooted
and further rooting
from original NonZero Sum seeds
of integrity's sacred potential
down,
And reaching
leafing
flowering
compassion climaxing
from ZeroSum DNA origins
up
Through heart and mind
and on down
round again to
and from
many regenerations of feet
for reproducing healthy DNA roots
of sacred Earth's rememory.
Categories:
emigrants, creation, health, integrity, memorial
Form: Political Verse
Why is music
more emotionally important than rhetoric?
Why is grace-full dance
healthier than verbal prance?
So many public health questions
more important than private answers...
I question why
my faith community
provides sanctuary to legally-challenged immigrants
24/7,
And yet, has not actively opened our sanctuary
to local homeless and health-challenged emigrants from outside places
on Sunday mornings, nine to noon,
and during Wednesday evening choir practice,
and during Tuesday evening Green Sanctuary meetings
about Earth justice
and internal/external environmental-contextual fragility,
and other health challenges
for building multicultural well-being,
faith,
active hope
Resonant throughout this local place
and resilient throughout our global pace
monocultural race
of eco-theological climate space
and nurturing time
Sung in transparent octaves of music
more intuitively significant than rhetorical debate;
one heard cooperatively
and the other spoken to win ego-support
and loss to ecopolitical competitors,
Which is not criminal behavior
yet perhaps worthy of impeachment
and excommunication
for anti-communion behavior.
Categories:
emigrants, happiness, health, home, humanity,
Form: Political Verse
We accept the GREAT Grace of Jesus, works of pure love
So we get eternity and so much else
Does it mean we defend those who steal and hurt others
again and again and again and again (only westerners)
When we suspect Syria used chemical weapons, we do not wait
We bomb the same day (in whose Name? Hubris, not Jesus)
So, let us help other nations prosper, reduce emigrants
And we will not have to return precious artefacts, pay millions in fines
And have courts tell us, "Don't separate refugee children from Moms"
Because we are forgiven much, given much (USA!) and need reminding:
Don't turn refugees as you did Jews in the 1940s from these shores
Or intern Japanese Americans because we went to war against Germany
(But preferred to turn yellow when race matters impinge on humanity)
Race matters .... yes, race matters: even in forgiving, it seems
No, to the question as title to this poem: Let's get real, kinder. Kinda ...
Categories:
emigrants, allusion, america, anger, child
Form: Verse
My Father voiced
The country's got cancer
Broken down into a 3 day week
Labor failed
And the Union's triumphed
While the peasant's toiled
For greener pastures
But the ego of man won out in the end
Boarding Ships destined for foreign lands
Families left not wanting
Rather needy of hungry mouth's
And child to feed
The ties and loss that bleed
Loved ones away
The price and debt must pay
For a brighter day
Hold a candle and write a letter
To all lost daughters and parting sons
Who where the collateral cost
Of Mother's and Father's
Who there grandchildren will never know
Because the Cancer of which my Father spoke
The common folk would part
From the stark reality of 70 Britain
And thought the Sun never set
On the places now the emigrants stay
Loved one's left behind are missing
What England tore apart
Mother's, Daughter, Father , Brother
Someone who could only be reached on the end of a phone
Another lifetime away
Though not Grey
But could not keep the Blues at Bay
Categories:
emigrants, lost love,
Form: Free verse
The color of its wing is the sign
of freedom. Flew in the paradise
with other emigrants, in my long
reflection the wild pretty swan.
It was a captive for the bad hunters.
Its wing was bloody, it hurt by an
arrow, the sad broken wing. Groaning
of the pain, it fell in a vast lake. It
rained intensely. The tears of the sad
sky kissed its bloody sore. The swan
is in fact the nice country of pride.
I dream its flight again in the sky.
Categories:
emigrants, life,
Form: Concrete
Drizzled light on stone temple
Irridiscent fetters on the mind
Anthem and prayers feigned humble
Milking memory of the blind
Origin has more truth that cutting knife
Narcism is a self inflated dungeon
Dismantling dreams for the empire's strife
Jingle you the joy of labor hard in us
Uttered platitudes did not stunch the pain
Brimming Caribbean in African dust
Inspiring a longer march away
Leverage for a truer automy than the share
Emigrants take attenuating their dignity
Evicted from reason to eat bread there.
Categories:
emigrants, political,
Form: Acrostic
An old man walks the cobbled streets
Of a city he helped create
When he had walked on younger feet
Back so proud and straight
The bog’s of Ireland he left behind
To search for a better life
In a foreign city’s numbing grind
With mind erasing strife
Loneliness ate his homesick heart
And solace he did seek
In bars where he became a part
Of sad emigrants clique
Far too swiftly his life took flight
With only dreams of home
Work filled days and drink filled nights
But always so alone
Cruel age stole the years and strength
As quick as you could blink
Work and home and hope soon went
Only friend now left is drink
So now he walks those cobbled streets
Homeless broke and old
While in his mind old ghosts he greets
Clad in green and white and gold
Categories:
emigrants, socialold, old,
Form: Couplet
Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.
Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.
Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.
Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.
Who comes?
Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale, barren hills
above Rostrevor.
Categories:
emigrants,
Form: Narrative
Sold Out
The blogger screams
And I trembling
Naked before the fogless eyes
Dangled like butcher's meat
Stand on the auction block again, the mist of profits screening pain.
Against the gavel rising and falling
Leading bidders for my flesh speak superficial of my loveliness
Orishas mangled in the history of my undoing
Native faith betrayed by a foreign cross
Emigrants hustled in the market of pain.
Tomorrow we all shall reap the howl of coming misery
Ontology broken as a vase on a strand of prophecy
Debacling us in loneliness, nothing left to sell
Itinerants of the global disaster
Earn nothing from the learning of the dying market.
Sold out: is the "it is done" of the cross
Infinite wonder: profit and futures falling
Nature nailing the arthrithic hands
Gladly to the gallows of our grief
I have known nothing built on innocent blood stands
Neutral before the rope of justice
God dangles from his branchless throne.
Categories:
emigrants, history
Form: Free verse