Say, oh!
It must be some sort of a Day!
Streets are bristling in baskets and laughter.
Shop fronts floating in banners,
and somewhere....
The concrete under our feet
Throbs with beginning, distant beat.
Motorcycle putt
Two by two
Stern-faced riders
Dark in blue
Legions of boots and brown,
Their arms fling high and back
Hats cocked, unfurling like salute.
Swing stick switches
Left foot...right! With the snap
A silken tassel twitches
And the horns behind the column crack
Suddenly, the breathless beating air!
Snatches of the melody are familiar.
Golden trumpets raise their throats to catch the sun,
Blaring open-mouthed triumphant chorus-
Good, we are good!
Strong, we are strong!
Warriors, honorable and glorious!
The drumbeat measures out in disappearing lines
Gradually, gently diminishing to perspective.
The taste of glory ages and dries upon the years
Where crumpled paper scrapes along the wind
And traffic lights go red and green again.
“Comrade Bernie's in full swing
Arms flailing, fingers pointing,
Like a possessed puppet on a string
To his legions never disappointing.”
“We're a movement young and strong
Forward thinking, kind to all,
They call us mad but that's so wrong
Such a thought takes quite some gall”.
“We in turn look on bemused
The Stars and Stripes turning to the Sickle,
To put it mildly we're confused
Democrats floundering in a pickle.”
“Little do they understand
Momentum's on our side;
From our crusade we'll never bend
We march united like the tide.”
“Yet Trump's laughing with great glee
Re-election firmly in his sight,
Bernie's pitch a hollow plea
Republicans itching for the fight.”
“They may mock us, underrate
Wait and see, watch and learn;
Our revolution simply fate,
Love the man, feel the Bern.
Who is wrong and who is right
In this battle for our hearts,
One thing’s sure it will be tight
Once we get through all the barbs.
Literary Achilles
writer of the sword
Legions cry
chariots fly
—blood in every word
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
Training the enemy within,
universities soldier on
Unchecked and unaccountable
They march to the beat of the
government drum
Tearing us apart from the inside
While Rome burns
—and Legionnaires die
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
Poetry's Legions, for asker's are we;
Asking for open minds and open hearts?
Poetry's Legions, for basker's are we;
Basking therein soothing warmth of much hearts.
The day has arrived, his legions now march
From Hades through the crevice to earth he'll leave parched
Almighty flames will his soldiers follow
Never caring who they engulf, no remorse for their sorrow
Town after town, from city to city
He'll carry Hell's torch, never to wallow in their pity
And when the strong succumb to his wrath
Followers of the white will in turn change their path
No more will you see colourful pastels of hue
Or even the skies and it's innocent blue
The greened rich lands farmed for thousands of years
Will die dry decrepit, no rain for it's tears
Civilizations will be swallowed never to rise
Even thunder will be silenced whilst the masses death cry
The day has now passed the year twenty twelve
It's time for the dark master to once again delve
Legions
She said daddy how long is forever
I said, I don't know, 'bout five or ten years
how can two people stay together
in this world full of pain and fears
she said daddy when I get older
will you help me find a man to take my hand
I said if we all survive
I'll surely do the best that I can
then she cried
she said daddy I don't wanna die
(solo)
child this world is ruled by the devil's wealthy
who's main concern is their pride and his money
they rule this world without compassion or mercy
and Mammon's damned have to live on his land
I do believe that love is coming
until then we have to do the best that we can
idolize the rich and you get what you get
better to build the kingdom of God at hand
so lay the cornerstone of love in your heart
child can you understand
that his name is love
and he teaches us to repent of our sins
this world is a battle ground for angels and devils
and a proving ground for all of God's children
and I know that the angels are few
but it doesn't take but one or two
to bring down legions
Stop !
Look !
Listen to the ways of the world
Of all it's complexities
It's overrated
And understated
Those who succeed
Fail by greed
We the prey
We the predator
Pledge allegiance
To the flag of death
And for which it stands
One world
United in the demise
Of humanity
With plague
And suffering
For all !
Eric (and sometimes not)
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