I had the worst terrors last night
My mind was in a gruesome sight
The ‘ol apocryphal scene
Insighted by the new regime
Migration bill stirs fear among
Farmworkers chant that It’s Wrong!
Phone app saves Honduran journalist
Can’t go back she’s on their death list
Can’t walk ‘n get food without stress
ICE is cold, enforcing arrests
Or anywhere, nonetheless
For a green card is meaningless
Now a tourist destination
Gaza's newest sensation
Take over plans for a Riviera
Palestine people’s tierra*
Taken; territory sovereign
New rich owner YOU ONLY gain
Who be the beneficiaries
Billionaire contemporaries
For undoence he’s called a hero
Those sacrificed their life for, zero
Those fought for everyone’s freedom
In vain forgotten in this new kingdom
Unbeknownst me how it plays out
Living in the USA, peace-out
wilting in the setting sun
dissolving deflating
undernourished underfed
neglected rejected
unknown
a mystery
if any degree of pampering
can bring me back to life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Been in a bit of a funk lately
Have I finally reached the end
No quatrains, couplets or narratives
No words of wisdom to send
At first I thought, oh I'll be back
Humming along as before
Don't get yourself in a great big flap
Lately I'm not quite so sure
Wishful thinking was part of it
It's lot more serious than I thought
The well's running dry, pretty sure
In a permanent funk I'm caught
Need a great event to inspire me
It's only a matter of time
I'll be back on track and zinging along
And once again I'll be fine
In no time at all I'll be smiling again
So why am I feeling so down
Feel like this old King of the Jesters
Is somehow losing his crown
Summer time blue funk
Can't stand all this humid stuff
I have had enough
Car's like an oven
Air-conditioner's working
But the heat is winning
Sweat just pours off me
Clothes and sand stick to bodies
Go to a nude beach
There it's no torture
To frolic in the water
And to "hang" out there...
NOTE: This limerick posted 10/31/2020 in
Alexis Y.’s PEE YEW Collaboration
Take a look at the collaboration on her page! It's hilarious!
I once was peed on by a stinky skunk
Stinky not quite the word – he stunk!
I tried each known cure
Retained his allure
I am still surrounded by funk
You’re still a young man
tower of power
was the band
for me
back in the day
the greatest funk band
of all time
proudly East Bay Grease
multi-racial, multi-cultural
great horn section
of all
they did it right
and their best song
You’re still a young man
was the best make out song
of all time
best song to slow dance
with a potential lover
at a party
best love song
of the 70’s
and I still recall it
and all the woman
i danced to the song
with back in the day
and I still feel
that I am still a young man
with the love of my life
playing the song
of my life
it get your attention
this would to mention
as the guitar ring and sing
stings that funk in the guitar
and bring
the good and bad news
its
GUITAR
FUNK AND BLUES
Idle Eyes
How this became as I fought for my causes to hold you in my arms
Shut out is like shut up without an argument without a drink
Every bit of bad is worth a thousand goods
That imperfect fluff etched into my soul
Expectations with no chance of exhilaration
Thoughts of what would have been gave way to an old wise man I battle
The balance of justice and friendly talk
Now, finding the unlit cave dark and foreboding, expectations without life
I taste the apples sweet when I settle to gaze into the vastness of your eyes
In the end , to be close to somewhere that is where it should have begun
Beguiled to the point of abstractness
An illusion of your hand to balance the added weight of my heavy heart
You had me at honey, for the rest of my life
Our closeness proved merit for my love, but no one would hear of it
I felt great crush surrender to an enemy
That a lesson apparently repeated through life
This enemy incapacitated my free will .and to that end I feel closer
But further away from the truth in my soul
A girl who had just met the Trumps
Was feeling quite down in the dumps
A POTUS grope
Ended all hope
She'd ever get over the humps
Keep running up those Credit Card Bill's
For Cheap Thrill's
Accumulating Interest
Until your Closet is Full
Of Discarded Clutter
You can hopefully Sell 1 late night on E-Bay
To the Countless Masses
Out there phishing just like you
For Space Fillers
To place on Mantle Pieces
Where Photographs used to Play
Before the Recession Funk had time to Set
Get on floor dance Moore get the funk hump and bump booty to booty sweat get wet shaking that booty do it don,t. So came out have good time let music blow your mind go go do it slow do it fast FUNK SHAKING BOOTy
drowning
in fountains of learned ink
and lit keys
Lost and flailing...
Did it ever matter?
nobody would even notice
if sunlight goes black,
hidden behind sleeping will.ows
muffled by snores
and striped-barked trees
stifled pattern
viewed through stubborn lashes,
through discolored eyes
Soon,, the air
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It's so hard, sometimes
To remove this cerement
To muster a veritable smile
To schlepp out of the sediment
It will end, I know
When authentic smiles will replace
The disingenuous air
I bedaub to my face
The crazy part is, it seems
That the solution to my abasement
Though well within my clout
Looms just far of my embracement
Motivation! To do the work
For which I have the skill
Seems lacking in my repertoire
As does the supportive shill
Oh the gray of day
The plump raindrop sheltered in the corner of the pane
Reflecting and magnifying the gray
Gray, gray, gray
Downward funk please leave
This raindrop has much to do
And the gray tarp is no shelter
How we need the full spectrum to create
Oh gray of day
Release one of your misty rainbows
So that I may look beyond
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