Long 2001 Poems
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We Are Only Here for a Little While,
A Small Window of God Given Time.
Now That I Am Older,
I See I Have Slipped with Some of Mine.
I Wasted So Much Precious Time
Chasing Dreams That Had No Worth,
It Is Something I Will Dearly Regret
When It’s Time to Leave this Earth.
But with the Time Still Left,
I Shall Hope for Better Things,
Perhaps to Help a Friend
And the Joy I’m Sure That Brings.
I’ll Reach out and Say Hello
Or Help Someone in Need
A Simple Kindness I Will Show...
And Others May Follow this Lead.
I’ve Often Asked, “Why Am I Here?”
And No Answers Do I Hear...
But Deep down Inside I Know
My Own End Coming......Is Nothing to Fear..
Connie Moore
May 14, 2001
Here are Glenn Hughes solo albums with my insights…
Play Me Out (1977) - His first and most awesomeness
L.A. Blues Authority Volume II: Glenn Hughes – Blues (1993) - An album to rock out to
From Now On... (1994) - Now this music is epic
Feel (1995) - Touches the soul
Addiction (1996) - A heaviness to be felt
The Way It Is (1999) - Warms the heart
Return of Crystal Karma (2000) - Beautiful music
A Soulful Christmas (2000) - True to the Christmas spirit
Building the Machine (2001) - Getting funky
Songs in the Key of Rock (2003) - Hot and spicy
Soul Mover (2005) - Heavy, quite heavy
Music for the Divine (2006) - Inspirational
First Underground Nuclear Kitchen (2008) - Down with the funk
Resonate (2016) - Play it loud
One Shoe On
One shoe is on, the other is gone.
Let’s put this majestic jester hat on—
once upon a time,
a black swan.
2018 into 2019,
my inner voice whispered:
There will be a toilet paper apocalypse.
Get your M95 mask.
A rhyme from the land of Wuhan,
a lab leak—
stay six feet apart.
The joke and the joker will laugh.
Thirty-two, maybe thirty-four felonies
for Trump, from the Big Apple.
Israel attacked by Hamas on the seventh of October.
A kidnapping—someone named Nora—
a cheap motorcycle,
and Al Jazeera knows.
I'm no doctor
Three Kings’ Day, desecrated by rioters.
“Ashley, go home.”
A vision of Corey, a firefighter,
falling during national turmoil.
And the voice says:
“The pen is mightier than the sword.
Turn your head and cough.
So, Fight, fight, fight—
That is my Trump card.”
A quake, seven points,
On or near the seventh day of the seventh month
Near ridgecrest California.
The fall of Afghanistan.
Thirteen U.S. dead.
A special forces 'guy'—
Gone.
Roe v. Wade overturned.
States' rights.
We, the people,
Will be held accountable.
Go home, Emily Willis.
Get out of ****.
If I needed help,
I’ll go to St. George,
Not California.
And a few other Ideas
But whatever I'm not Tiresias
Nor a revelator
Or like a prophetess
Just someone who's missing a shoe.
I am a sinner.
Call me the freak.
I don’t care.
I should have copyrighted it.
Said:
Jesus is the Christ,
Joseph Smith is a prophet.
I lost my faith.
Found it again.
So much déjà vu
I thought I’d gone insane.
Anon in the comments calls me a con.
I don’t care.
You might say i have a demon
I don't care.
Foregone in the present.
Twice before,
maybe.
Once, in 2001–2002.
And maybe—
If the high school memory is real—
1996.
A Cold War relic computer,
an Army officer from the West,
and my warning:
“Tolkien’s Two Towers.
Call 911.”
I don’t know if it was real.
Maybe crazy.
Most likely.
I don’t care.
****** 2,993 People Perished on This Day******
Though Americans and others wept on the streets, that horrific day….
We were not having weekday carnage of police and civilians as if they were toys on playday.
We’ve become a nation of victims, by wanton thieves who burn and pillage.
The ones who are not law- breakers, are blamed for damage to civilians and villages?
On Nine-Eleven, we wept for so many lost and brave police.
No, not anymore, maniacs beat them and shoot them dead in the streets.
We wanted all law and order again restored.
Not anymore, some are anarchists who applaud looting in stores!
We drool over the murder ,ASAP, of the murder of the unborn?
While once gorgeous woman go bald with heads, fully shorn.
Of our Allies, like the United Kingdom and Israel, oh, we have turned our backs!
But Communist nations, like China, of our money, has absolutely no lack!
We fear working Americans, especially, if born here and religious.
A nation on all manner of drugs, including fentanyl, they find, auspiciously, delicious.
Democrats and Republicans, were parties, not an insane blame game.
Today, one is all out defaming the other, with atrocious, libelous names?
Maybe you were too young to recall what is was like in 2001, or do you?
Now too many Americans hate this land and those in it, more than the Arabs
ever could do!
9/8/2022
~1~
Some inventors and scientists, they have both said
That science fiction books put ideas in their head
A novel that was written by Arthur C Clarke
Gave Tim Berners Lee the necessary spark.
The communicator in Star Trek that was fantasy
Martin Cooper of Motorola made it reality.
Beam me up Scotty, well that’s not here yet
Research is being done and they’ll crack it, you bet.
The news pads from the movie 2001
Now everyone has a tablet for online fun
Remember talking HAL, I’m sure you all do
Computer giants researched it and made it come true.
The movie Dick Tracy where they talk on their wrist
Now the smart watch is another to add to that list
Men dressed as robots in old movies you see
Now robots build cars, no longer fantasy.
Artificial intelligence now it can change your life
Any shape any colour, you can have one as your wife
But research and tech gadgets, are we moving too fast?
Mankind might become just a thing of the past.
Take for example a factory with two hundred men
Now all you need is a robot and a workforce of ten
But it’s not something new, just look at history
Job loss came with the intro of the Spinning Jenny.
Ray guns and flying saucers at area 51
They try to tell you that nothing is going on
No need to panic it’s a research facility
Whilst making space age weapons for the military.
And films have inspired the creation of drones
Controlled very easily from an app on your phones
X-Ray drones are the ones that bother me
Wear a swimsuit in the shower because they will see.
Robots that can think will outwit us one day
We’ll just be a nuisance and be put out of the way
Science fiction for many is just fantasy
But it inspires the great minds in creativity.
March 7th 2018
For Science Fiction Contest sponsored by Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Autumn 2001
Dooralong Valley, NSW Australia
A 40 acre property to retire to - kept us
far more busy than our ‘working life’.
The swimming pool - that bright blue jewel
that bane of our existence, occupied us
incessantly, especially
when Autumn leaves covered the lawn.
Preemptively I would rake them, and rake them
and rake them before the wind could take them
to spread them on the pool
If I missed raking them, then with a net
I’d be scooping them, and scooping them
heavy, soaking and wet.
I was almost glad when our one ton stud bull
escaped into the home yard,
plunged into the pool, and put his hoof
through the lining,
No more raking that year but Summer was
the longest and hottest yet.
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
One/two, trying I am to hold on but don’t know what to do
I'm going to explode, a time bomb, I cant help but feel so blue
Now everything has gone still I’m trying to find a way through
If you can see where I’m coming from?, it's a case of dasja vu
Three/four, still I feel so empty, absolution I’ve been looking for
Just to have that kind of certainty, to feel like I once did before
Still trying to find that remedy, though now I’m not quit so sure
I don't think I'll ever find any as everything is now so obscure
Five/six ,trying I am to survive, but feel I'm out of survival tricks
And even though I am still alive, the bomb you know it still ticks
Tricky situations I try to avoid, I skive but then still I'm in this mix
I suppose learning to duck and dive, if only I could find a quick fix
Seven/eight, looking for heaven if only that I could then anticipate
As it's a fine line I reckon it is yeah between coincidence and fate
When inside feels like Armageddon, now I feel I'm in a right state
All these thoughts sense eleven and you know they are not great
Nine/ten, I’m not feeling so fine it's that feeling of panic and mayhem
I think I’ve just lost track of all time tell me is it now a'm or is it p'm
And still I whinge and whine and you know here I am yet again
Never can I walk a straight line, it's the same now as it was then
Written 2001 playing around with words at time
expressing how one feels using a coping stratery
ten nine ect written june july 2001
written by myself davidscott
BUT TAKING LITTLE EXCERTS FROM OTHER WRITES
i WRITTEN OVER YEARS
BEFORE HAND LIKE A LITTLE COPING STRATERY
A LITTLE LOOK BACK IDEA
An American Marine
On tour in Bahrain
Falls in love with a Princess
Love is his blame
The lengths that he went to
To protect his Meriam
Bring her to his America
To live and be with him
For although she was a princess
She wanted more from life
A prisoner in her royalty
She left and became his wife
Because she was an illegal
Asylum she has sought
Lost in the system
She became a forget me not
In May 2001
A Green Card came her way
The 9/11 bombings
Their marriage in disarray
Then came that final hour
Divorce was on the cards
Las Vegas night life grasped her
Their marriage, now in discard
This became the end of their journey
They went their separate ways
What could have been of a lifetime
Distance has had its say
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-8.php
It Was Spring When I Met You.
I met you in the spring,
When blue birds gather and sing,
With butterflies' wings fluttering,
Stirring above flower petals.
Our whole life's beings, in joy,
In full swing, of living things,
Amonst slices of green leaves,
Deep dreams risen, in morning sun.
I met you in the spring,
Bee's humming, fairy ring, highland fling,
Picket fences, honeysuckle vines clinged,
Cardinal sings, in glorious tunes of joy.
Seen them through your eyes,
Our hearts sang in union.
With love bloom of stars bright,
And now, how love turns to ice.
Here I sit alone, in the quiet of the night
Staring out at stardusts in dark sky,
Basking under sparkles of moonlight,
Dreaming of days gone by,
String along, sad songs, out of style.
My eyes drawning in tears,
Glistering smear as dew drops,
On top of rose petals,
Fresh from spring rainfalls.
Wind blows through my hair,
Warm air caressing my face,
Bright sun shines on my body,
The sage scented is swell.
Of wildflowers smell, pale and sweet,
My heart beats with memories of love,
Of you, spring, so far away in time,
In time of magical, passing thoughts,
It was LAST SPRING, when I met you.
Copyright ©2001 Jieranai Maier
From the heart of their country to a new world they did sail
Over an expanse of ocean through storms and gales
They settled in New Amsterdam, this Dutch colonial place
To create a new world in their progressional space
Many years later after conflicts took their toll
New York was born, under British control
The gate to this city is passed by a lady so proud
A gift from the French, freedoms torch raised to her clouds
The Big Apple, this city in the year 2001
Where infidels and cowards tried to bring this gem down
But deep from their depths from the loss of their Twin Towers
Feel its heart and strength, its unity powers