You want for the crawls and climbs,
sublimes and lemons.
Let the kid run, helplessly,
so he or she strives
for the unreachable star.
“Stop growing!” a mother hollers.
A father has their bags packed.
Shikata Ga Nai, the wise say.
Mother must cry when separated
by the wibble-wabble of time.
Dad must harumph over remnants,
tricycles and toys in garage and attics,
shed tears behind dry eyes.
Most children fall
into another’s arms
and mother must cry.
Shikata Ga Nai cannot be denied.
The silence of empty nest and eventual death.
The middle years of hugs from kids of kids.
Kids calling through the ether,
wondering why their kid must keep growing taller.
You want to tell the secret, but must hint
at the eventuality -
reality it seems,
Shikata Ga Nai -
don’t deny the truth.
Shikata Ga Nai - It cannot be helped.
Of all those enemies out to do you in.
Their hearts made of prideful rotting tin.
Evil souls will with pride, grandly triumph
Cry as you will, or in madness, harumph.
False gods on planet earth are nothing new.
Resentment, above all, you must eschew.
People, by insanity are so sucked in.
By inhumanity and its “popularity” din.
Honoring the devious, in shadows dishonorable.
Till one day, the charlatans will be no more!
At no human’s feet, fall prey to insane adoration.
Destructive souls living for their own glorification.
Be grateful to God, glorify not one human.
Be kind, but no person has God’s acumen!
1/8/2023
February brings the return of Black History month
Black history is real history every day of the week,
So, I react with an “it’s a long coming” harumph!
Important roles of Blacks have been a hide and seek
It’s a cryin’ shame we must now denote “special” days
For Black history is “real” history every day of the week.
Learning important roles of Blacks will always amaze
Every day in American history, Black people excelled,
It’s a cryin’ shame we must now denote special days.
In school, Black achievements were routinely quelled
We were not taught their innumerable accomplishments,
Every day in American history, Black people excelled.
Black people are long overdue for acknowledgments
For their inestimable, incredible contributions to our lives,
We were not taught their invaluable accomplishments.
All lives matter in the grand scheme of history’s archives
Every day we must honor people of all races and creeds
For their inestimable, incredible contributions to our lives.
Written January 29, 2022
bullfrog serenade
puffing up his image
a still pond ripples
John G. Lawless
5/17/2021
Beneath its Haiku log
Basso's frog awoke
8/13/2020
Ziket Poetry Contest
TULSI ACROSTIC
T-Tulsi is tenacious and not one
to take any guff!
U-Unshakeable and uncrushable
under "missing email" HRC's
horrendous harumph!
L-Lion Hearted Tulsi was to
meet with HRC,face to face.
S-Staunch,so solid is her stand!
and won't take HRC's lies lined
with unproven disgrace!
I-Irate, she is! And rightly so!
She remembers so well HRC's
lies about being in enemy gunfire
in Bosnia, oh?
.....................
~Poem re:Tulsi's Nemesis~
HRC, had better things on her
to-do list, so just she didn't show!
Making a new,untruthful list~
of those she thinks are plotting
to overthrow her HRC presidency.
A shrew, who dreams of all her
political foes as
Dancing with evil Russians...
a go-go!
And so, like sweet petunias in
a funky,briar patch,
For HRC's calumny, there is
no match!
October 23, 2019
OLD GRUMP
Old Grump, harumph
Lived in a shack,
No toilet,
House out back.
When approached,
He’d glower
With a face turned sour.
He felt the world against him,
And en-fenced him
To be fated
To live isolated.
Then one day in May
His front stoop suddenly featured
A scraggly, mangy four-legged creature
With droopy ears
And expression mournful.
Whose approach seemed to be only
That he was lonely
And a friend he wished to be
As he snuggled Grump’s knee,
Who, with slow comprehension
Felt a loving attention.
And, with a pat on the head,
Smilingly said,
“ You may be skin and bone,
And I a worn-out guy
But we can have a loving tie
And never again feel all alone.”
Old Grump lost his scowl
And, with but a friendly feat,
Sour was turned to sweet.