When the sad worldly din,
starts to close in-
I notice a dearth of humor,
the lightness of laughter
I seek after,
from the ministry of mirth.
Last Thursday my daughter told me
that week's food bill was $303,
we are a household of five,
we do our best to get by,
instead of a sigh and exasperated moan,
I busted out laughing once off the phone,
whilst watching the backyard squirrel's
acrobatics,
as they ate upside down from the
bird feeders, fantastic!
Global events and the home front too,
could make many of us full of rue.
Try to take some time,
in a jollity hour sublime.
Giggle with family, friends,
not everything has a morose end.
Sometimes our hearts are heavy
on this earth,
and we need more from the ministry of mirth. ~
Syria’s Christians and Haiti
The first Christian church was built in Syrian, as I write this the horror is killing them the new death cult regime in Syria, a cult we give money to, and not mentioned by Western media as Israel continues to bomb Gaza to their hearts content This is only possible when the bombs are free of charge courtesy of the USA
On the home front, we read about erectile dysfunction, no they are telling me who thought
my own problems were caused by the old age
Haiti, the sad state is in the news again, last time
I was there, Papa Doc, was in power he employed
Thugs, sunglasses, and sports shirts to keep order
but they harassed shopkeepers to hand over money, when Papa died his son took over, he was an idiot and any resembles of order fell apart
Port-au-Prince was a beautiful city, but now it is a vast criminalized slum, Haiti has always been poor and met resistance from other countries who were against a black sovereign state. It never got the help needed from white societies who said slaves could not a country make
There is fake blood on congressional walls,
the outraged rage on
though they are all unclear
about whatever.
Beyond our shores
apocalyptic war gallops on four horses.
A river of blood flows to the sea.
Are there marmalade sandwiches for tea
or only a thinly buttered bread
and wilted cucumber?
Back from the conflict
reporters warn of storms
on the home front,
but we who kneed our knees,
to facilitate, hating to disturb
the already perturbed,
await with bated breath
for the big bang and the death
of reason forever.
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Fearless and unrelenting in their pursuit,
Bold and unwavering in their pursuit,
They push against life's tide.
Women, not slowed down by maternity,
They run their courses with undying zeal,
Their family is their priority,
The home front is not abandoned.
They believe in female emancipation,
They're independent women,
They're not cowed by their male counterparts,
They stand shoulder to shoulder with them.
Sisters with divergent views,
Separated by their choices and opinions,
Walled by their apathy,
Birthed by different mothers.
July 11, 2022.
Women in my family poetry contest,
Sotto Poet.
We have toiled,
we have laboured.
we have launched into the deep,
we wearied ourselves in tempest.
endangering our lives for filths,
Our summer too short for relief,
and the winter too long with pains,
we bore the shame, the jeers and mockery.
we met with stiff opposition,
foes within and more without,
the deadliest daggers from home front,
wagging fiercest warfare,
all the while purloining,
ridiculed and scorned,
our soul through many trials faints,
Yet advancing,
Unyielding,
Unrelenting,
still we look up.
he remembers the autumn of 1942 when the troops moved forward
before Stalingrad fell and winter crushed bodies and minds under fire
tanks pulverizing soldiers and some falling by the wayside on purpose
to end the war and find heaven or hell which one did not really matter
food parcels from the home front and letters to family or sweethearts
but victory had already become sour and Heils and raised arms tired
he survived with scars and vowed never again to be hungry or cold
the pantry always full and heating in summer full blast at 28 degrees
the will to live planted some sort of serenity though emotions and pain
would be never expressed to his offspring for the shells were still there
when final defeat was sealed and an innocent youth had been stolen
he played hide and seek with fellow survivors young men by that time
in the end seasons were kind and soothed guilt and following orders
he learnt to appreciate the turn of events and spinning of the earth
changed ribbons and medals for flowers and bees in the hedgerows
and promised to fight for peace instead of rape pillage and murder
21st August 2020
Memories of a country past
Growing up in a simpler time
when things were unplugged
fresh air was the norm
playing ball with family and friends
riding bike fast on the gravel, scrapped knees
playing kick the can and hide and seek
going to the lake, swimming till sun burnt
catching fish, watching the scales fly every where
Being proud to be part of a wonderful community, town, and state
Having respect for parents, teachers, firemen, police, service people,
clergy, heads of state & president
Proud of a country that was egger to vote
and no matter the out come we cheered the winner on
Proud of our men that worked, helped with the family and community
Proud of our women that took care of the home front, kids and worked
Proud of the this country we live in
Proud of our heritages that brought us here
Proud of the way our ancestors come with nothing,
but expected nothing but hard work
We should dust of the our pride and stand up again
this is still our country
We have a generation that has not seen what we us to be
Lets show them what we can be again
Memorial Day, U.S.A.
The morning sun o'er the parapet seen,
Whilst heard on the wall the bugle call;
‘To The Colors’ as ‘Old Glory’ is raised,
To half-mast this Memorial Day;
In remembrance of America’s fallen military personnel:
Known and unknown, buried with full honors.
More than just numbers, they sacrificed their lives
For American liberty and independence.
In battles fought and won, these brave men and women
Denied our enemies victory:—on the home front,
In foreign lands, upon the oceans, and in the skies above,
And will not be forgotten by American people.
***
Note:
Memorial Day is a national U.S.A. holiday observed on the last Monday in May, in honor of American military personnel who died in service for their country.
Shuddering sounds echoed over the battle front
Smoke rose from the cannon’s barrage of fire
Distal vision blunted from the bursting bombs
Cries of pain drowned out from the wounded brave.
Photos of loved ones pulled out to view and hope
Weaken arms beckoning for rescue
Relentless efforts taken scrimmaging to a safe haven
Visions of the survival emerge in the silhouette dusk.
Wooden ammo crates brought to the front line
The wounded carried back by stretcher bearers
Water ladles dunked in pots to quench the parched
Trenches laden with shells and bloodstained garments.
Facing perils of war, the chosen brave remain in battle
Fighting to protect their loves ones on the home front
Waging in conflict generates a heavy toll
Weighted by the loss of life and healing of those left behind
Foreign War
How can we even contemplate
Fighting any Foreign War
While the War on the Home Front
Is still raging before
Your very own Sons and Daughters
Home Sweet Hell
What on earth am I search for my keys through every corridor
The clock on the wall read stop but I kept going with my business
Shadows break forth only to produce a home sweet hell
Now I got a great story to tell
When will we ever learn when one soul soars the other will burn
Frantic from the ambiance that was fashioned from within
Class was ending soon & I needed to drop a few things off in my locker
Borrowed pews now sing the blues as with some of our fools
It's the no it all's that won't make it very far
You will have to give a call to Paul who so frequently meets at the bar
One day it's gloomy on the home front story built on glory
Another time it's a different story
Sadness fills my fragile egg shelled eyes
Does this notion of thought come at a big enough surprise
There is nick knacks missing on the shelf at home
Must have been taken away to where the buffalo roam
It's home sweet hell in the game of life amidst the strife
One must begin again to get the spice of life
Shattered dreams filled up with it's morning glory change of story
Nothing knew change the mood while I wear my blue sway shoes
The family is the microcosm of the society
The home is the residence of the family
The home is the representation of the country
The family is the breeding ground for the nation
The family is the representation of a nation’s people
The family determines the state of the nation
The structure of a country depends on the foundation of the home
The sovereignty of a country lies on the independence of the home-front
The family determines the collective position of people in society
The health of the family is the health of the people
The state of the home is the state of the nation
The nucleus of the home is a sub-set of the nation’s pivot
The future of the children is the future of the nation
The roles of mother and father in the home is a microcosm as to how leaders run their nations.
The Cool Painted Wall
Death and destruction
always present, always here.
young...Old
no one
NO,
No one can escape the reapers sickle.
The blood and the bruises
of stabbings and shootings.
No answers, no cures
for the home front combat.
They'll claim your life tonight
in dreams being chased lost and alone.
Wake in sweat.
Collapse against the cool painted wall.
It felt so real...
Fan blades cut the air
creating a cool breeze.
It makes you shiver
calm down,
catch your breath.
Stare at the ceiling.
Circling shadows will keep you company
while you fall asleep in the dark.
ELAN VITAL
A political change is needed today.
A new form of government to disallow pluralism.
Something that controls structure when the need arises.
A formula that states what is known is our rite.
Militant Communism is the idiom found.
A strengthen home front and a mind defined.
That one that states we control our people now, but only when the control is for refinement.
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Written April 11, 2016!
Millions and millions with one stone gone.
Killed by their own wrongs
From negating a path strong.
But oh, a picture perfect life shown
With three children in the form.
Altered destiny to hinder success seen.
Today, their fate is perceived. to be a ruminated future confound from all their deceits.
One stone with millions and millions of lives wrought into a mental mirage.
A figurative arrangement disarranged for other’s illegal espionage.
Fabrications documented as a true act found life attacked.
Victimization attracted by hate fashioned the image repudiated.
But oh, a path strong formed.
The life negated held on.
Today, a just soul.
Augmentation of knowledge and wisdom transformed the home front.
A sphere of influence henceforth.
An entity of a government provided the acumen.
But oh, a picture perfect life was empowered by the mendacities told.
A sage is in transition to manifest reform.
These days’ spuriousness is ameliorated by yesterday’s social injustices.
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Written December 24, 2015!
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