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To be these days on the front line sucks
but also, to be last in line sucks
to get hit from behind when you are at a stop sign sucks
A sour grape (not just one on a vine) sucks
Pandemic’s closing of your favorite place to dine sucks
To be a cat on life number nine sucks
To be so sick you always must recline sucks
To learn one’s cult is not divine sucks
During Xmas time especially, to be allergic to pine sucks
To see those protesting destroying your beloved shrine sucks
To want hard liquor when there’s only sweet red wine sucks
To want red wine when all you find is moonshine sucks
To learn your faux fur coat is made from an exotic feline sucks
Asked to explain a word you used (but can’t even define) sucks
To never be able on issues with your partner to align sucks
To have to be with people who act like swine sucks
To be a someone who lacks a spine sucks
For you to have to listen to me whine sucks
To have to stay inside your house confined sucks
For me to end this poem with two near-rhymes really really sucks
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Aug. 10, 2020 for the "It Sucks" Poetry contest
THE HISTORY WE ARE WRITING
The history of America…if America it going to last
must be told in chapters that include true stories of our past.
Each chapter must be fair and honest when retelling our history
containing stories of our joys and triumphs
while pointing out our mistakes and inhumanities.
Our history should be truthful and impartial with each chapter it addresses….
because we learn more from our mistakes then we do from our successes.
We should read chapters about people who didn’t look like us
who we never tried to understand….
who we wanted to eradicate…from the surface of this land.
We should read chapters about people who were enslaved…
how babies were stripped from their parents’s arms
without thinking of the the consequences and the everlasting harm.
We should read chapters about how ignorance and fear can act like a disease…
causing us to treat our friends and neighbors…like villains and enemies.
So I come to this Independence Day with mixed emotions…
in the 247 years since it was born…
America’s triumphs I will celebrate….
while our inhumanities I will mourn.
I hope and pray when we look at our true history
our triumphs and inhumanities we will always be highlighting…
that we find our inhumanities as appalling
as we find our victories exciting.
For that is the only way our country has a hope of one day coming together…of uniting…
The only way to change the course
of the history…we are writing
After discussing the meaning of family with some dear friends
this thought occurred to me…
and I smiled as I asked myself…”How big is my family?”
How big is my family?…as I repeated the question I thought…
that all depends…
on what is my definition of family…and how far that definition extends.
I can count my wife, my children and grandchildren…
but it seems a bit unfair…
that when it comes to counting family…I should stop my counting there.
What about my parents, my relatives, my ancestors?
Now there’s a lengthy list…
I’m pretty sure without them…my family wouldn’t exist.
What about all the friends I’ve made…
who’ve helped give my life balance and symmetry?
Certainly I have to count them as part of my family.
And what about anyone who’s touched my life…
with whom I’ve shared joy or misery?
Even if our time together was brief…I have to count them as family.
And what about the pets we’ve had?
surely I would be remiss…
since we considered them family…if I didn’t add them to the list.
And while I’m thinking about it…what about every human out there…
even those who don’t look or act like me?
Aren’t we all just different branches of one huge family tree?
When I asked myself, ‘How big is my family?’
I thought there’d be a precis …a definitive amount…
I never dreamed that number…would be higher than I can count.
If your feeling up to it
and don't mind taking center stage
If you feelings up to it
and wanna act like we're
Engaged
If your feeling up to it
and you put me first
I'll be the man
You need
The one you want
If you put me first
Take some time to consider
Ramble through what's
Going on
There's problems elsewhere
What you had thought has
Cone and gone
If you put me first
I can love all
..if your feeling up to it
Inspire of what's going on
Say your right
When you know you're wrong
If you're feeling up to it
Then I can say
Let me love you
Love
The foolishness away
I'll be here waiting
I want to hear you say
Ain't nobody but you
Love me through
All that's going on
Baby it's our song
If you put me first
If I am your
Number one
If you put me first.inspite
Of all that's going wrong
I'll love the night away
Baby just to hear you say
I am the one
The only one
If you put me first
First of all thank you
I wanted to thank you
you made it easier to do
some others rush me through
act like don't what to do
but you
did it right
you did it right
ah maybe three or four
who could ask for more
I really appreciate things
you do.
Leave it the way it is
there aint no other way
glad you came along
I'm sorry you can't stay
my number if you change your mind
nah everything is fine
you one of a kind
it's what ever you say
Hey you know you're the best
head and shoulders above the rest
got me right when I had to guess
you specail that way
maybe it's something learned
I'm glad it was my turn
keep me in your concern
don't do any other way
it's been on my mind for sometime
it's been erased and rehersted
tell me what came first
that's the condition I'm in
come by help me out
you know what I'm talking about
let's keep it clear
I won't have it no other way
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
Love can be a fire raging out of your control
With passion leaping higher everyday.
Love can be a candle in the darkness of a soul,
Just enough to help you on your way.
Over years, too many tears will drown out any flame.
Perhaps you can re-light it but it’s never quite the same.
If you want your love to last, don’t treat it like a game.
There is no doubt. You’ll snuff it out.
If you want the fire burning brightly feed it everyday.
If you don’t you’ll lose the light, the warmth will fade away.
Flames will turn to dying embers. They may not return.
It’s important to remember if you want your love to burn
Feed the flames!
Matters of the heart can be such complicated things.
The tiniest of sparks can lead to love.
And love can make you scream and cry or want to dance and sing.
Hit like lightning from the sky above.
But over time a flame will die if you don’t give it fuel.
What once seemed a volcano will then sputter and then cool.
If you want your love to last then don’t act like a fool.
Without a doubt you’ll stomp it out.
A loving word, a gentle touch. The little things can mean so much.
A simple lesson all must learn if you love and you want that love returned.
If you want the fire burning brightly feed it everyday.
If you don’t you’ll lose the light, the warmth will fade away.
Flames will turn to dying embers. They may not return.
It’s important to remember if you want your love to burn
Feed the flames!
Where do we began
We started like
slot of folk
We started
Off being friends
Said you wanted
a man
I offered myself
Committed to you
There was no one else
Are we Complicated
By needing things
Things I know
Cause our family
Grows
Don't act like
It's stuff you
Don't know
I'll make time
To be with you
There are somethings
Only I can do
If you
Just hold on
Things will be better
Then we can
Have sometime
To spend
Together
This is all
I ask of you
Man's
Gotta do
What ah must do
Baby don't leave me
It's sorta like
Cause I told you so
Honey I don't need to
Hear darling
I just gotta let you
Go
Baby don't leave me
Cause I don't want
You to go
I love you
And don't wanna let
You go
Left someone else
To be with you
Now I'm alone
What am I to do
Tipping out wiff
Sum one else
It's lonely here
all by myself
My friends egg me
on when you
around
And smile and laugh
When you're here
You think they like
You
And their words
Sincere
I need ah man
Who will put me
First
Sometimes
I am second or
third
Listen please
Don't interrupt me
I think it's time
For me to
Leave
Baby
Don't leave me
You know I really
Love you so
I love you
And I don't want
You to go
Baby
Don't leave me
I ain't nothing by
Myself
I love you
I promise there is
No one.else
I miss my mom.
I don’t remember much about her,
It’s been over a decade and a half since
I last saw her,
Before she faded into
The person she’s become now.
But I remember when she was kind,
I remember when she loved us,
I miss my mom.
I miss swingset rides,
Her pushing me,
Higher and higher,
Into the sky.
Snapshots, memories,
A blink of her smile,
I miss swingset rides,
I miss when she loved me back.
I miss my mom.
I lost a parent,
Without losing a parent,
She’s alive,
She’s well,
But she is not
My mom
Anymore.
I watch as she mumbles to herself,
Lost,
Alone and angry,
Rageful.
She wasn’t always like this.
But I no longer remember her before.
I miss my mom.
I miss warmth,
Compassion.
Traits she once possessed
According to her family and friends,
But that now remain dormant,
In a volcano,
Ready to explode
At any given moment.
I miss feeling like a kid,
Not walking on eggshells.
Security,
Safety,
Not standing outside home and
Hesitating to open the door,
Scared of the jungle
I’d step into.
I miss my mom.
I wanted her back,
For so long,
I waited,
And waited,
And waited,
For her sickness to dissolve,
And it did,
But not before taking her with it,
Pixelating her into hatred
And dissipating her spirit
Into bitterness.
I miss my mom,
But I do not want her back.
I do not want to forgive her,
And act like it’s all fine, that all is well again,
That cycle has broken me down to bits,
And I refuse to be a part of it again.
So Mom, I love you,
But I accept now,
That we can never be together,
Not the way a family is, not ever.
Because your sickness consumes you,
And though that’s not your fault,
You said your love was unconditional,
Yet it still came to a halt.
I don’t want that for my kids, Mom.
I love you, and I miss you, but you will never meet my children.
Because though you are my mother, you’re not the mom I miss.
Owning a barn was one of your wish lists
Reaping a fruit tree is not a work of an altruist.
They said blueberry jams are your favorite
Wonder if you’ll eat them at once: Savor it!
Did you collect eggs from a tired hen?
Did you rip off the sheep’s clothing in a pen?
I wonder what the old cow said when you milked him out.
Life must be exhausting: He wished to pass out.
How could a mule please your self-conceit?
I’ve heard your grown cattle gave you money and a receipt.
What did the turkey do to provide you with a thanksgiving feast?
The neighboring animals grin; they must be on their feet.
Does being a Welsh pig make you feel like a “Babe in the City”?
How could you allow your fierce cats to act like a kitty?
Raising fowls, geese and pheasants is a nice venture.
Should you stop “milking cow” for once: It’s such torture!
(Should parents use their children as an investment?)