Changing world?
In Peru, they import potatoes
In Guatemala, they plant thousands of trees
drink cacao, sit in groups, and sing
think they are new agers
the new war in The Middle East began
because Israel saw the need to attack
Iran, this to defend itself
Netanyahu is in uproar with the Iranians
has bombed a hospital
A Jewish lady tells me about the killings in Gaza
is done by Hamas, and it has nothing
to do with IDF!
Iran is in chaos, totally ruined, and ready
to surrender to regime change
but the lack of potatoes in Peru worries
me the most
180 barrels
A trendy couple fled a tourist resort and left behind 180 barrels of human waste; one wonders how they could accumulate that much ; the pair fled to Guatemala, farms cocoa plants and lives on a diet of bananas. A woman called Meghan, makes it clear that she is also a Sussex, whatever that means, has a podcast, and tells us she is thrilled with her success interviewing other privileged women. We are pleased to read these inanities and think if the 180 barrels of crap have sprung a leakage
The local news is, a Ukrainian who fled when the Russian army came knocking on the door looks askance at me since my view is different from the other people in the building. He came to Portugal with two new and big Mercedes, enough said!
It’s tattooed lightly on my upper arm
“I love my mom, and she loves me”, it reads.
A squad from Space Force dragged me in the weeds:
“We’ve nailed you, boy. You’ll do no further harm.”
I woke in Guatemala, feeling calm:
I knew that an American who pleads
such stuff as ‘habeas corpus’ oft succeeds,
and sought me out a lawyer, without qualm.
But asking for the consul caused alarm!
They deemed it, ‘most nefarious of deeds’.
The embassy said, “Out of all the breeds
of poison snakes, you lib’rals take the palm!”
“That mother-love thing brings no saving balm,
applying pressure to unanswered needs:
we’ve got your measure – tie-dye shirt and beads!
The type that once protested Vietnam!”
“You’re lucky that you didn’t buy the farm,
since MAGA’s down on surreptitious creeds.
Whoever hurts the orange leader, bleeds.
It’s anti-presidential, that there psalm.”
I fear the shamans, great or small,
I saw one, with long black hair,
In a cemetery of the green Guatemala,
He danced among the colored tombs,
it was inhabited by the spirits of the dead,
Better to keep away from this king,
I have hidden behind graves,
He spoke to the spirits, to the blue ghosts
He agitated a sort of burning ossuary,
He screamed and danced, agitated like a nightmare,
I was for a moment frightened and petrified, seized
I preferred to run away without taking a picture.
The moon began to whiten on the grey pines.
a lost friend
I refuse to cry over lost friends
I`m drunk too
It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety
Let alcohol give winds to my sails.
I`m a clipper buying tea in China
not useless toys
Sleek the line, the women admired me
let the clipper sail
I don`t care
I will stay here and
make love to you.
I`m sorry I left you, my Liverpool girl
I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans
Guatemala I got there by chance
the beach in the moonlight
I have not forgotten my promises
one day more, just one day more
but the ship always sails to other shores
and I never got to write
the poem of my life
An interrupted dream
This morning, I'm happy
with a hint of nostalgia
over love won and lost
I'm drunk too
It takes days to get sober
Today, I shall not walk
on the side of the righteous
Wind in my sail
a clipper crossing the
pacific
buying tea for the woman
I loved in Liverpool
Sorry I left you, have
unfinished business
In Brazil
big eyes and rosa lips
In Guatemala, by chance
dusky the night
the moon was full
as always
it is easy to go astray
by physical love
intense the pleasure
I have not forgotten
my many promises
just one day more
before I sail to other shores
Quest is the Creator’s nod
Qualified distinct bird*
Quickly representing
Quite well Guatemala**
Quaintly resplendent midst
Quirks that quell forest noise
Quieting nature trip
*Genesis 1:20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
**Quetzal is Guatemala's national bird
September 23, 2023
4th place, "Pleiades 6" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 9/27/2023
Can you name the President of Guatemala
How 'bout the islands off the coast of Sahara
Would you happen to know the currency of Iceland
And what about the most popular beverage in Spiceland
I myself have forgotten last year's Super Bowl Winner
Not to mention what I ate last night for dinner
As for my wife's birthday and our anniversary
I quickly mumble something far too cursory
So now that I've been relocated from the frying pan to the fire
My odds of living 'til sundown ~ two notches below dire
We paddle through small talk,
I like her, she has style.
I imagine we have a history together
back in an old movie that I have yet to see.
I begin to construct a lost and anecdotal life.
In another place we’re a vaudeville act
wisecracking between meal tickets.
Our home, a trunk covered in Midwest decals.
We share the occasional Spam sandwich,
theater gossip and sleaze; we cuddle
as we trundle along
long defunct rail tracks.
We date in elevators,
make out in a battered Oldsmobile.
In Bangkok, we share a ride in a Tuk-Tuk
careening down narrow streets.
On any sidewalk, we meet regularly
as reflections in windowpanes.
Today you’ve gone to Guatemala
to fight for a right.
Marimba music plays
as you climb up my spine.
Time now to rent more space
outside these traveling dreams.
Broken Dreams
Tonight I´m happy and sorrowful
I refuse to cry over lost friends
I´m drunk as well.
It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety
let alcohol give wind to my sails.
A clipper buying tea in China
not useless plastic toys.
Sleek, the line and the women admired me.
Let the clipper sail.
I don´t care; I shall stay and make love to you.
I´m sorry I left my Liverpool girl
I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans.
Guatemala, I got there by chance
a beach and moonlight.
I have not forgotten my promises
one day more, just one more day.
The clipper sailed to other shores
I never got to write
The poem of my life
Folks must be happy in Guatemala
With tax money frittered by Kamala
Will she visit the border
To 'stablish peace and order
Or is she just Joe's otiose* wallah**
(*Serving no useful purpose)
(**A person in charge or employed for a particular purpose)
Clement Moloch is a despicable doctor.
This physician specializes in death and torture.
For any government, he is there to be hired.
A professional assassin who has retired
is called upon to catch the evil perpetrator.
All over the world, Moloch has been a murderer.
Holland the assassin goes to Central America,
where the doctor was last seen in Guatemala.
There, Holland employs uncanny perfection
in taking out each of the doctor's protection.
Want to see how the rest of the movie will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1984 film "The Evil That Men Do".
OCTAVE:
LORD, as morn yields to noon (or dawn) my SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ...
Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
SESTET:
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as did Moses & Joshua
All countries that begin with the letter "H" even if I privilege Hungary
Bless Honduras & Hiati mightily, with bedeviled history, now gang wars, drugs
Old name, Hispaniola (Haiti & DR). I recall missing Guatemala, last time
All "H" countries, LORD, do bless, too many for me, but we do pray for planet(s)
We forgive tourists & others as we're forgiven! CORONA time when unity begins
Ripples of billowy cloud enchantment
Mix with my deepest desires
I hold the green of the mountain secure
And cast the clouds upon my surface
Twining colors melt together by my gentle caress
A boat’s passage swirls my layers
Of sky dancing with clouds in a waltz
Then disappear into the receding shore
I smooth my inner depths of you
Before once more enchantment is at my door
10-18-2019
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Jeanne McGee 2019
San Pedro, Guatemala
If I had not seen you yesterday
With my eyes
I would think you a hill
Not a mountain
For today
The clouds go to the sky
And you hidden
Behind closed doors of white
written: 10-16-2019
copyright 2019
Jeanne McGee
San Pedro, Guatemala
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