They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
Get to work weary hermit, do not shirk ~
Face irritants that continue to irk
events precipitate
deemed as irritants
by ignorant ego
but true self within
is joyous and aglow
attention oscillates
but soul has chosen
it becomes the flame
of bliss in renewal
heart’s claim to fame
As drizzles or rain drops you involuntarily flow,
Are you, like waters in the mighty reservoirs, embanked?
Like waves of seas, why from my eyes you arise, I don't know,
Why, in a pure diamond-drip form within me you are cramped...?
At separation or loss or longing you break like dams,
Dribble as though you've to finish everything all at once;
Even hearts that are as hard as stones, often, become lambs,
Though in wisdom and logic, I am great, I turn a dunce...!
For my mother I cry; for my father and my brother,
Death has taken to himself many from my family;
Having seen many going, I, now, do not, much bother,
You flow like a waterfall; I get sticky clammily...!
Why should I have TO WEEP THE TEARS THAT NEVER LEARN at all?
Why should, unlike the monsoon every season you arrive?
From the eyelash all through the lid and cheeks and chin you crawl,
Why, though I do not want, in my unawareness you thrive...?
I know it is you, like the floods, wash away my despair,
You protect my eyes from dust and dirt and irritants too;
Yet, lo, in the heart of hearts, this is my humble prayer,
In the name of pain, the poor and lowly don't kindly woe...!!!
WHERE TURBULENCE MEETS PATIENCE
Sometimes life reaches at that juncture
Where annoying things start to pour over
But you want to be at your comfy space
Feels that nobody should touch that phase.
Want to be at peace with yourself
Where calmness just dwells in
Where serenity just envelops you
Where patience is your forte.
Few irritants trouble you to the core
Disturb your coat of happiness
Emerge stronger and sprinkle love to all
As you are an essence of greatness.
And immerse yourself in a mystical trance
Where composure prevails over everything
Where playful innocence takes the charge
And dispassion towards worldly things.
Hey, life is beautiful to live blissfully
Take a pause and breathe fully
Just introspect and inhale composure
Life is here to rock and live in.
freshly-mown grass smell
irritates sensitive nose
violent sneezing
reddened itchy eyes
sign of allergies, indeed,
nasal congestion
wearing mask outdoors
reduce irritants from weeds
enjoy the fresh scent
Unwelcome advice
from your friendly lawn-mower
saves doctor's visit!
May 15, 2021
There you are
lying flat in that expensive box
with bronze handles
and white padding,
while just across the hill
lie your mother and father
sinking into sod
forgotten under their flat piece of bronze
with it’s hide-away flower pot.
You
who hated being in the Army
that year of 1944,
have flags
and fuss and marching bands
over your head
as irritants to your long wait.
Mother won’t be coming.
She faded into a box
that sat forever in her favorite chair
ashes in plastic in cardboard
one day gone
perhaps thrown overboard,
by her third husband,
at sea
or in the bay
perhaps thrown into the trash
in a moment of drunken
Anger
or flat out meanness
toward those who live.
Soon
I’ll have a little box in death
just as my step-father did.
He too has trumpets
and a rifle or two
booming out
over the greensward above
Nearby
his mother lies
calling him eternally to task
for his undone and cruel life.
A snake in the grass is a sneaky little buggar
Deceiving us guys daily, those nasty little mothers
I'm totally innocent
Trust me you irritants
These yahoos will be around and active forever
So many things that we want to get perfect.
But it does not happen.
Some deal with this all right.
The professional chameleons do.
The Type A’s are not as lucky.
Wanting to control things.
Losing it when things do not go their way.
Some do not understand
When things do not go their way they do go another’s way.
When one team wins, the other team loses.
Type A’s do not handle this well.
Sometimes we know immediately.
Other times we wait until they have a nervous breakdown
To figure it out.
I am a chameleon and type A.
Depending upon the situation.
Not knowing which way I am leaning
Until my body or my soul gives me hints.
Today at this second I am a chameleon
But when someone makes a mistake that irritates me
I rapidly escalate into out-of-control Type A.
Which is why I isolate myself
Barricade my feelings and try to ignore
The savage once-upon-a-time irritants.
Easy to do some days.
Other days I am in danger of exposing my true colors.
Which could get me fired, or worse.
The morning’s enchantment
The sun is bright like shiny copper
The air smells of the ocean like lobster
Irritants are low with visions considered
Level are the tones of gray
Focused secludedly on the prospects of the day
In the swallow of dismay
Daisies blossom along the way
Concluded are the smothering of the sun’s rays
Giving birth to the fluorescence array
Life in the mist of day
Clouds cover the elements at play
Producing the waters that fill the bay
Streams, rivers, and ponds
The wind works the temperature con
Cooling the surface of complexities like tron
Open avenues, meadows and a fawn
Sleepy residents of dawn
The morning chill received by the silent calm
Of the beginning of night’s release
Upon the show of brilliance like hot grease
The moon follows the stars into retreat
Leaving the stage for the ball of fire to creep
Across the wide expansion
As the darkness dissipates from the mansion
Breathe the endless possibilities of enhancements
And feel the morning’s tranquil enchantment
By Jack Earl Williams jr
Memories
Searching for existence in time gone
Looking back at the explosion of attitudes
Expressions of truth vaguer and rude
To hell with them! I never think of them
I forget they exist, until I spot them
Then I get mad!
Oh yes, I loathe them so, as much as I do roaches
I loathe them so much I feel like screaming
I wish I could urinate colonies of them off a log just for kicks
I never cared about their infinite diligence
They don't work for me anyway
And they sure don't work with me
I don't care that they carry off crumbs
That break off my bread. They continually invade
My home, overstaying their welcome.
They invade my pantry to suck honey and sugar
They snake across my countertop when they smell the aroma of spilt coffee
I always spray them dead, but they eventually come back two-fold!
I hate that they're too tiny to see from a distance
I take pleasure in crushing them under my thumb
Crawl far out of sight, you unsightly irritants!
And please, stop coming back for sweets!....
A Rant Poetry Contest/Winner(9th Place)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date written and posted: 08/30/2016
We who have made a lot of struggle in this lovely garden
And have seen how a river can flow on like a jingling girl
Overlooking the muck and mud accompanying the stream
That tries to arrest the dream, full of beautiful movement
Know very well how to rise above the holy terror
We who have walked a long path amidst the colorful strife
And have seen in life the sparkle of sun in its ups and downs
Avoiding the black sheep and others of the ilk horsing around
With a view to mar the music to ensure the sun is suppressed
Know very well how to ride the waves despite the irritants.
We who have seen a great deal in our life of fair and foul
And have seen the blue sky dance on the breeze in drizzle
Ignoring the carbon and sulfur busy at polluting the air
That seeks to rob the rhythm of its purple romance
Know very well how to keep away from the bad apples
We who have seen how the raindrops make love in the boughs
Can of course rise above those who prefer living out of line
________________________________________________________
June 13, 2016
For Rise Above It – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Becca Teagan
Embrace the new technologies,
acquiring knowledge as your goal,
in the realm of search and seizure
feed your mind, refresh your soul.
Social Media and bloggers,
irritants in cyber space
will whore themselves for your attention,
waste your time, usurp your place.
In my youth, before the outbreak,
schooldays were much simpler then,
homework, classwork, all handwritten,
essays done in fountain pen.
You fire up your fancy lap tops,
Facebook, Twitter, Cyber Talk,
while I give thanks for ink wells, pen nibs,
blotting paper, sticks of chalk.
Embrace the new technologies,
acquiring knowledge as your goal,
in the realm of search and seizure
feed your mind, refresh your soul.
Social Media and bloggers,
irritants in cyber space
will whore themselves for your attention,
waste your time, usurp your place.
In my youth, before the outbreak,
schooldays were much simpler then,
homework, classwork, all handwritten,
essays done in fountain pen.
So, fire up your fancy lap top,
Facebook, Twitter, Cyber Talk,
while I remember ink wells, pen nibs,
blotting paper, sticks of chalk.
Hot in pursuit
A detective's game in a craps shoot
Wheelin the carnival gust
Stealing pride from merchant dust
Now its locking in straight
A mission to generate fate
Blast time and its irritants
To live free and clear like serpants
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