Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach,
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The locals, sometimes multigenerational deep,
Tend to claim their turf
With the worst of human qualities;
Fear and loathing
Sublimated into snide ostracism,
Backstabbing gossip and withering looks
If not fully expressed with seething hate
Slander, bullying and assault.
Meanwhile life goes on for the Xeno
Head down, eyes averted, pathways diverted,
While in their heart
They recognize the love their haters have
For their cherished way of life and ground
Is not exclusive
And no different from their own.
(9/6/25)
red heart of morning
guilty shadows fled like dreams
scattering moonbeams
Blue jay on green rose
caressed by gold creeping heat
petals and concrete
saffron veiled dancers
of every scent and color
city sun culture
pearly paths faded
plum day's grown a bit older
sunshine's grown bolder
Invasion
Coming, coming, coming…
The end, the end, the end…
Alien entities catch your mind
Your brain is gone. Your skull is empty
Your brain sucked out from your head
You don’t need a brain. You don’t need to think
Snow-white carrion flies rule your life
Murderous god-hating wasps
These wasps fly around the world and kill
The foggy science kills philosophies, religions
This is an invasion
Monsters against God
– and humans
They want to be the ruler
Of the World, of your life
White cloak revolvers
Foggy scientists
Planned
Invasion
Here
Is
Invasion
End
A virus invaded my vessel,
Giving my body something to wrestle.
Nestling deep within,
Cells create an antigen,
Fighting the infection.
A conscious connection,
Provides protection.
An intention injection,
Where Love is the medicine.
Only letting the best in,
Raising my vibration.
Changing the translation,
To Energy in stagnation,
No longer an invasion.
Love found its way in,
Transmutation,
The virus starts to open.
Feeling the emotion,
Flowing with the motion,
Energy in the ocean.
Lost in the commotion,
Falling for loves potion,
My cells move in.
The virus overtaken,
Leaving my vessel,
Free from the invasion.
A New Invasion
February 7, 1964
Who can ever forget
It was D-Day in reverse
A major landing at JFK
America was taken by storm
Screaming fans had to be held back
Four young mop tops started an invasion
Undeniably these are weird times for US all
Maybe they have been for a very long time
Where the hard working and law abiding
Are used and abused, ridiculed and punished
But now it’s beyond weird
Where those who come illegally
Are given a red carpet
Flown around, deposited at five star hotels
Given thousands a month in handouts
And slaps on the wrist
When they steal and assault anyway
In thanks for our kindness.
And when we, bearing the costs, complain
Then we are the bigots, the racists
Fascists, and, well frankly, garbage.
While those who come seeking refuge
Are recognized as the princes and princesses
They really are
In this fairy tale fantasy of El Norte.
Viva la revolucion for it is here and now
Forget your protests
Dance and celebrate while you can
For in the morning there will be work to do
And streets to clean, of all these rats
And their rotting pumpkin carriage.
(11/9/24)
Paratroopers stealthily slide unnoticed,
chutes deployed, small blazes of white obscured by
fog that lingers lazily, til their numbers
cover the meadow…
Faster, faster, not just content to cover,
reinforcements filling in, words unspoken,
synchronized with perfect precision, ever
picking up tempo…
Occupation utterly overwhelming,
swamped defenses, raising a flag, surrender.
Long, the arm of conquering winter, brings a
lengthening shadow…
At my favorite bar,
the one I hate the least.
I don’t know the music,
drifting out to the streets.
I have to sit outside,
cause I can’t stand the crowd.
Don’t know what they’re saying,
the music’s too darn loud.
Over in the corner,
playing the hipster scene.
There’s two twenty somethings,
hitting on a prom queen.
Sipping their microbrew,
trying to impress her.
All the while their eyes are,
trying to undress her.
But the sun warms my face,
this beer is good and cold.
Sitting at this table,
watching the day get old.
My youth may be gone now,
but I don’t have regrets.
I lived the way I want,
that’s as good as it gets.
The cold invading army has entered through the mouth and nose
Medications are ready to stop this relentless attack, trying to be composed
The body must prepare for an intense battle as germs are seasoned veterans of war
Exploding coughs are just the beginning of what I have in store
Fluids must flow freely to flush out the enemy from where it hides
As the invaders set up camp in my ears and throat, my energy levels started to slide
I can feel the battle start to heat up as my temperature starts to rise
A relentless pounding in my head was certainly not a surprise
Sleepless nights from coughing are making it much more difficult to defeat the germs, but a barrage of drugs is weakening their attack
After days of battling them, they are finally defeated and start to retract
In a short time, I will once again feel like my old self
Time to pack up all my medications and put them back on the shelf
Friendly invasion of bliss mists
Enlivens feeble form
Let go hermit, of to-do lists
Surrender to the storm
Feel, feel, how bliss beats rise
Taking heart by surprise
Soul reborn, ego dies
Loving persuasion
Friendly invasion
The playing had to be delayed,
(It happens, in a sport)
Though not because of rain, but bees
Around the tennis court.
It seemed a bee invasion
Caused some havoc in a match.
(There’s some video, which I’d say
Is a worthwhile clip to catch.)
With play suspended, someone called
A beekeeper, who came
And vacuumed up the hordes of bees
On which to lay the blame.
When, 90 minutes later,
Quarter-final play resumed,
The bees were gone (just captured,
But not dead, as I’d assumed).
The keeper said the swarm was small,
About 3,000 bees,
Yet quite enough to bring
Some tennis players to their knees.
Date: March 2051
Nearly spring afternoon Molly Dolly
And Holly were visiting the grown
Children across the street. Damian
Was on video com with the family
Planning their vacation. "Ah man what
A fiasco this is will be! And the whole
Family?!" Julius was enthralled.
Damian said, "Yeah brother
You ain't said nothing but the bulk of it."
CJ spoke from video at the DHRR
Office. "Dad make sure you and ma have
High quality rooms alright?" Carter
Hakim responded, "CJ son I've been
On it since the TIME!" Now don't
Bother with us. Ya hear?" Damian
Said, "We will go to Hawaii first I have
My eye on some prizes there. Aaah
Yeah!" The big Papa Patriarch Preston
of The family included his expertise
"Uh family this will prove to be a
Masterful mega magical vacation!"
I don't doubt that you brothers
Will blow it out! Turn the damn island
Upside down haa!" Well remember who
We represent! Hakim!" So don't
Tread over board. Have a time for
Times sake! Family!" He closed
connection with a wave of his hand.
I don’t have a basement
there’s no hills here to run to
no caves for miles around
haven’t stockpiled tins of beans
or tomatoes
or peach slices
panic buying hasn’t been bought
no guns no knives
except cutlery
and I’m not a film star
getting out of impossibilities
saving the world with nice teeth
so I guess I’ll just stay in bed
or pull up a chair
watching it all eating crisps
You invade my house.
You invade my life.
You invade my dreams.
Am I seeing things?
Or is it a black mouse invasion.
I get chills from just seeing your wee head peak out. As you scurry away so fast from where you have been hiding.
Am I seeing things?
Or is it a black mouse invasion.
As you climb over everything in sight. Your slender wee body slinging and weaving about.
Am I seeing things?
Or is it a black mouse invasion.
You move so fast, blink and your gone.
By Jacqueline King
(Sunday 8th October 2023) (C)
When I was a lad and turned on the TV,
was shows like Creature Feature that frighten me.
Vampires, mummies, aliens, werewolves and ghosts,
were the monsters that always scared me the most.
But these days it's the news that keeps me awake,
cause sometimes it's hard to tell the real from fake.
My smart phone's bombarded by horrific things,
monster that used to only live in my dreams.
Twenty-four hours a day these nightmares grow strong,
and with each passing second my newsfeed is on.
Saying there's no escape from what's here today,
each one of us is surely going to pay.
Those mutated creatures that we used to see,
we laugh at them now for being so cheesy.
I long for those days and the movies of old,
we killed the monsters by giving them a cold.
Today's monsters are quite another topic,
from huge asteroids to things microscopic.
We can't kill them off with an atomic bomb,
like they did in all them old movies long gone.
I know it's something we don't like to discuss,
because now it's not monsters that’s killing us.
So how will we defeat these creature you shout,
by going to the booth and voting them out.
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