WE ARE ONE
We march towards beckoning stars
tears, sweat, scars across bars
heralding heroes gone not forgotten
paving ways with courageous bones
we are One Love sown
Fortune, fame, pearls are not
ingredients in stewed freedom pots
Truth beckons a timbre away
chortling cherub cheer holding sway
cession chains fall heavy everyday
Open dark windows of shame
tigers tranquil all thunder tamed
winds of change celluloid clear
government gaffs once held dear
we are One harmonic humanity
[ with a hint of the bridge from A Man Has Dreams
sung by the character George Banks in Mary Poppins ]
A bank is a community where people banked
They did so with impunity until it tanked
When interest, like a river, overflowed its banks
And fishes, schooled communally, all died and stank.
For Kamala, online communities give thanks.
Her oratory gaffs, a laugh while they make bank.
The little sh*ts get lots of hits; her ratings tank.
Cuz twitter’s a community where witters wank.
Fig Leaf
“While the fig leaf traditionally covers naked shame
The fig leaf also makes a healing tea of restoration” Quote by poet.
Ducking beneath a quilt woven of the fig leaf
To sip upon a homemade brew of fig leaf tea
That soothes the inflammation
Of my humiliation to enhance
The concentrated healing of my intentions
For my unmasked vulnerability –
The exposed private parts of my simpering heart
To apply an antibiotic poultice
That eliminates toxic gaffs of conscience -
Slips of the lazy tongue,
Thoughtless raging fevers of impropriety –
To strengthen bones of humility
This poor man’s olive branch
That unclogs charity’s lifeblood
Increases flow with overflow
In warm generosity
Eliminating tactless bacteria
Reducing the temperature of shame
To recline again in sweet gardens
Of compatibility at the twilight.
4-1-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Fig Leaf
The fig leaf is used to make tea with amazing antibiotic, anti-bacterial, anti-inflammatory, fever reducing, healing properties among many other positive properties.
intimidating serrated crest
emulates Ansel's view
challenges down-clad one
to climb her stretch-marked belly
a gaze upward
at silver glazed wall
the glacial rock face
mirrors reflection
filigree flakes
dissolve on the tongue
boot prints sink
crackle the earth
snow-white evergreens
sovereigns at treeline
bark shushing commands
silencing animals
knurled branches
dangle icicle prisms
sun-spotted glister
blinds vision of peril
jagged shards cleave
ragged gashes rake skin
rocks amass between boulders
force grueling detours
precarious pitons
frostbitten feet
belay icy sheer
as senseless hands fail
halo-lit cloud's
enveloping haze
shadows fickle crevasses
that repel gaffs
clawed to the summit
stand exhausted
raise stiffened arms
roar echo of triumph
Here's What Super Tuesday Told Me
By Franklin Price
03/04/2020
Here's what “Super Tuesday” told me,
As I think of yesterday.
Biden made a come-back.
That's the first I have to say.
That Bernie's lost momentum,
And he's coming from behind.
Puts my faith back in our founders.
Was about to lose my mind.
I hope that this is not a fluke.
Though I don't think Biden's right.
Better him than Bernie.
And his socialistic sight.
Then we have the billionaire,
Who tried to buy his place.
Spent at least five hundred million,
To put himself within the race.
Results of Super Tuesday,
Say he spent it just for fun.
The voters did not buy it.
Money cannot win the run.
Now where do we go from here?
Are still many votes to cast.
Will Bernie make a come back,
Or will Joe Biden last?
Joe is not impressive,
With the gaffs that he has done.
He has a lot of issues.
Probably should not be the one.
Bernie is too radical
With his socialistic score.
Looks like the Dems have done it
Trump will win another four.
This is only my opinion.
I don't know what that is worth.
Maybe this rediculous
Will bring us back to earth
Orange and reds - the vibrant shmooze of Fall.
The social froth of maple shapes, and oak.
The chatty leaves infringe upon us all,
As piney-green hangs back for Winter folk.
A cocktail mixed with children’s play and gaffs.
Their brooms and sheets do trick and treat through streets
Of cold — the harbinger stirs Jack Frost’s laugh.
Mean parents thieve their children’s soulful sweets.
Yet, warmth of hearth, the logs aflame with blue,
And cinnamon aromatherapy.
Good-hearted ‘rents brew up a hearty stew.
As kids do leap into the leaves with glee.
The whirligig of Autumn wind wins hearts.
The reveille of Winter soon will start.
10/26/2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Note: ’rents - slang for parents
The colorant of dawn, the cardinal sees,
intoning its hues with, “pretty...pretty...pretty.”
As I covet red feathers, in the teaberry tree,
the sunlit chickadee harmonizes, “hey sweetie.”
The woodpecker like a heckler is pining for laughs -
pounding, drumming the marionette for gaffs.
A tufted titmouse tweets, “peter...peter...peter.”
The goldfinch dines on dandelion seeds, lilting sweeter.
Outfitted with winsome wildlife, comfortable and commodious,
my small bit of forest resonates with songbirds, melodious.
Were You To Be Gone
Could I carry on
Were you to be gone
I guess I can
But do understand
The skies would be blue
But have no more color
Not driving with you
Would lose all of its wonder
Songs would be noise
Losing all of its joy
Sunshine on Leith
Sounding more like a bleat
A walk through the mill
Would only be Bill
No longer as green
A whole different scene
Those rides to nowhere
Would lose all of its flare
I’d hear no more laughs
For my driving gaffs
Going out to eat
Would just be that
No longer sharing
Just me getting fat
Could I carry on
Were you to be gone
I guess I can
Be a man with no plan
One by one
yellow-fins are gathering.
Their salty hearts gently filling
with the indigo currents
of struggle -of living.
Tide treading the present...
back-stroking(grimacing) the past.
Front-crawling into future's moaning crag.
Dorsal fin topped dreams and crimson cream
never seem to last...
or do they?
The wicked wield wicked nets... squeezing tighter.
Calloused gaffs move in-greedily.
The joy of yellow fins is flayed...
One by one,
as foul minded sea lice gobble down
a million future suns...
You puckered up your lips
You went and cut your Beatle fringe
You squeezed in your bikini
And you trimmed your ginger minge
Your shadow on the beach eclipsed
The bathers on the sa-a-a-a-nd
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! You're out to bag a man
.
She lazes on the beach
Down by the Purple Dolphin Bar
She dribbles down her chin
While ogling hotties from afar
And even though you're thrice the size
You started out to be-e-e-e-
Tru-u-u-udy! You'd have two of him for tea
.
She spies a clueless victim
As his glasses hit the ground
She gaffs him with a tender look
And the sturdy rope she'd found
Though it's not gold nor money
That will cure this Turtle Dove
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! It's just buckets full o' love
.
She straddled him, his legs so thin
Then she began to pout
For it took half the fire brigade
To pull her victim out
Then he began to run as soon
As his feet touched the ground
Now Tru-u-u-udy, he's nowhere to be found
those little drips of word and water
that spill over but shouldn't oughter
gaffs and chaffs and blurbs that spot
sayer or sprayer marked insensitive clod
clothes spotted damp, pride marked too
antagonizing other camp, unable to redo
even royalty’s spoken without utmost decor
found themselves cast as party's gauche boar
try to interact without accidentally hurting
spoken acid sprayed by thoughtlessly blurting
the only thing to do to mend that situation
a heartfelt apology for unintended aberration
"please excuse my lapse of good propriety"
"I unfavorably spoke, not to seek notoriety"
"merely because I'm human and make mistakes"
"I ask for your pardon, whatever it takes"
"to seek your forgiveness for my intrusion"
"and say I'm truly sorry, in conclusion"
"yet you reader can't see these anomalies"
"...oops...I rest my case...My apologies"
© Goode Guy 2011-09-29
6 Feb 2011 12:45 pm
Drowning my emotions
While swimming in lifes oceans
Amidst an armada of failures and fears
Cannons fireing accusations and insults and stinging tears
Swords of words are slicing at my soul and stabbing at my heart
Gaffs that hook and pull me tareing me apart
What can I do my boat has sank and the sharks await their meal
Alas I see a hand stretched out not to hurt but heal
The thunder of the cannons echo on and the pinging of the sword
The gaffs still reaching and grabbing to pull me back on board
The hand that saved me holds me surely and yet kindly
His messangers sent forth proclaiming he's no longer yours but Mine.
That was many years ago and in His army I gladly serve
He is the one who saved me from a fate I did deserve