Act I
I saw the fairest of maidens besides her safest haven
Buried beneath the sands of Father time–Her father's presence
Across the stone-cold cross, her beauty caught my stare
Before I knew it I was there
Shedding her share of tears
I felt a great debt of satisfaction
Fill my nerves apart
The pitch of peers that pressured
satisfaction
Finally depart
I've played my part – a part of masculation
A part of me still numb
So I thought loving her would ease the tension
Fill a drying heart
Act II
With every passing day with haste we bed
for pleasure till' we're dead
A streak of bleaker weeks grew weaker
Bicker twists to bitter sex
The verge of virgin walls that flooded
Numb from numbers of contractions
Act III
Having her haven taken
I Hurt her Wholeheartedly
Every breath from her taken-
The hollers, the hollow pleas
For pleasure I had forsaken
Her, Bound her to only me
It's time I give us our break and
Forever let ourselves be
I roam into a tunnel of ebon night
when stars crumble like grated ash,
the remnants of a heavy day fills
a bleak alley with rubble and debris--
Somehow, the howl of life grows
ghastly, creepy : stray dogs lapping piles
of left-over food in a garbage thick
with ravaged bones, while breezes
laugh at my emptiness mocking
time’s losses and farewells...I bleed
upon the fangs of anguish defying
this phantom within me that lurks, hollers
loud as I slip into the void
of endless black : my lungs cry,
while my knees tumble
on rough cement: and an old man
strums haunted notes from his stale corner…
an overture to a raw, insolent flight.
Lambs are getting fat.
Cat eyes the rat.
Here come a school of fishies
Hear the clatter of dishies --
Even vegetarians must
Slice, dice or chop --
The apple rolls away.
The cabbage hollers~ Stop!
Chasing money to put gold in a pot,
Ground beneath your feet continues to rot,
Plotting the destruction of a species,
With pieces of paper spreading disease,
I'm pleased I can spend my energy,
Sending love through my transactions,
Knowing the impact within the action,
Gaining traction in satisfaction,
I can track truth within my reaction,
It's a distraction from the earth,
Spending lives collecting worth,
Since birth we've been trained,
Financial gain is the name of the game,
And the same source feeding you,
Being carved,
Starved within your view,
Through every hour devouring time,
The crime goes unnoticed,
Climbing into bed for the day ahead,
With a head full of thought,
Taught to reach for gold,
We sold our power to the dollar,
As Earth hollers for help,
Scholars tell of a prophecy,
Sit silently repeatedly to see,
Selling their Ideas for money,
Can somebody tell me why,
Our poor planet has to die,
Because you're trying to buy a plot,
That's rotting beneath the feet,
Of a species who needs it to eat.
A hot white moon
Against a wickered black
Ignites a gnarled ridge
A cold metal breeze
To strip the trees of summer sleeves
And paint a trace of crinkled red
In darkened hollers
And dried creek bends
And burrows tucked tight
The night rustles news
On punctuated cue
That winter shall be here soon
the concord
They have agreed to talk
We grasp straws for the sake of peace
Trump's arms outstretched, hollers
Please give me the prize Obama got
It is mine to keep forever
In the meantime, the US Navy murders
men in speed boats along the coast
of Venezuela
my nephew
Twinkle twinkle little star, I see what a wonder you are
Laughs and cries, screams and hollers
Oh what a scholar, you are
I see the sea in your eyes
That once were mine.
Sail through and wide
For you, and your heart
You are great things, keep that mind.
For you, the world is yours
And you are mine.
For you all is kind.
Clouds dim from a fevered night
bare as skin of dragonflies trapped,
and she paces along tattered leaves strewn
on barbed fences of life moaning
through a distant breeze: yet the candle
burns inside her heart to feed
dire hunger of jailed souls....
There,this bruised woman circles around
in a furnace of hope...on a barren lane
where mangled sparrows cry in despise;
and the will to plod an inner odyssey rages,
searching for some need
to fill breaths of peace not only for herself
but for a biting desire to give women
and children a voice which honors plain dignity
violated and spit by vulgar words, alcohol,
shattered glass...enough!
her own pain hollers from the marrow,
the kind that flames the heavens and rain.
The sun does arise,
On the valley sweet,
The birds & pups wise,
Call our kits to meet.
The hoots & hollers,
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar,
Lone in the Sky Isles.
The sun does down,
On the green hills tired,
Lining the vale round,
Our pets to bed retired.
The whistles & purrs,
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned.
Long time does pass,
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass,
Warmed by a low hum.
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp,
Wond’ring: ‘just whether,
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’
A regular day
We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you see
The world fears economic power can strike like Typhon and flood our land.
A French shrug to that thinks an opinion is free
For all words are like the wind blows today, but
Will be quiet comes next day
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.
Bing the turtle was taking a
Slow walk, until he was
Encountered by a hungry jaguar
Who was ready to eat and kill
So, he knocks the lil turtle
Around and around
He even knocks him
Up-side down
He flipped the turtle over
And over again and then
Tosses him from side to side but
The lil turtle finally had enough
When the jaguar sticks his
Nose in the turtle’s shell
Bing grabs it and holds on tight
The jaguar hollers in pain
Then takes off running while
Shaking his head trying to
Release the turtle’s grip
But the turtle holds on until
The cat gives up, then he
Let’s go and the jaguar runs away
With his tail tuck between his legs
was skipping through my bathroom one day
about to land in my office, when an inner voice yelled hey!
Turn on the light first, which I had never done, but did it this time.
Saw a six foot black rat snake, stopped my bare feet just in time.
If I had landed on the snake, he would have no doubt taken a bite.
Rat snakes are not poisonous but being bitten is not a delight.
I have been bitten by a snake once before.
I shuddered at having this creature in my house; shut the bathroom door.
cost of snake-remover eradicating this creature is five hundred dollars.
An exterminator came out, then we heard his hollers.
Too hot too hot yells the boy then he shouts
with four little waifs on the run he has clout
they jerk him around
by a swimming ground
poor little guy soaked and wet, like a trout
Too hot too hot he cries as he dips his head
still as a stalk they mistake him for dead
they yank at his shirt
four brats and a squirt
he stands there all wet in his soppy red Keds
Stop it stop it he hollers then he begins to run
with heart pumping joy he heads for the sun
its a fun loving day
for this small cast away
too hot too hot he shrieks but he doesn't shun.
There was a time when I was meek
tears streaming down with effortless ease
Amidst the hollers, the taunts, the cries
The tears would flow like autumn leaves
But the hunted has turned hallowed
I rise with a lion’s might
Gone are the days of silent shadows
I am a roar in the heart of the night
With the poise of the jungle’s regal beast
I roar with valor, my spirit unleashed
With hollering, bullying, and screaming, the tears didn’t miss me
The ones who were once preyed upon are now the ones being prayed upon
Now, I stand boldly, ready to unleash
A powerful roar that resonates with you as a lion’s feast
In the days of yesteryear, I existed merely as a whisper in the wind
Tears would fall at the slightest bend
Now, I stride with the fierce grace of a lion
With a roar of courage, I boldly claim the capacity in Mount Zion
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