Long Affiliated Poems
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ROY MERGED
Board ze stage coach Roy'
seat next to maggie Roy
sneak maggie look Roy
steal feel then now Roy
snatch tach.. margie
un-bothered Roy
naughty Roy
this is public place
public display of affection..
forgot you two just met Roy...
Oh see Maggie now angry at you Roy
are you promising..to be good behaved Roy
Roy and Maggie now best of friends..
in their folly try to keep it discreet.. luv
deluding themselves that people are...
unawares.. Roy sings Margie dances..luv
for both are into entertainment.. dances..
Maggie buddy buddies Roy
Roy you tell off Maggie..luv
you don like pal.. the pally
programming you hate...
private affiliated love..
Roy merged Roy
Roy submerged
Roy emerged ..
ROY OH.. loved..
loved and merged..
Lewis k Nyaga
this Democratic Party affiliated member i.e.
considered (with an eye blink)
positing the following blurb
for a very short while
asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
oaf fish shill offal
continuous, indecorous,
and poisonous barbs doth re vile
me, an anonymous middle aged
concerned citizen at thee...reptile
no...no...that, would
unfairly debase creatures such as
snakes, lizards, turtles, or alligators,
whose aggressive acceptable modes,
one expects tubby non servile
thus in my mind hiss non diss incriminating
cruel, fiendish, gallingly jawboning
mawkish philistine (YES,
I MEAN YOU DONALD Quisling TRUMP)
figuratively roasting
respectable people analogous
to rake them over hot coals
then, burn them at the stake,
which witch trial characters assassination
with point blank expletives
found an introspective chap (yours truly)
responds to broadcast
unflattering sentiments,
albeit swiftly tailored harried, yup,
yar...obnoxious fulminations rile,
said brief explanation motive enough
(occurred within a split second)
after gleaning most recent denigrating,
hurtful, lambasting puerile
verbal and/ or twittering outbursts
(MOST DEFINITELY) unstatesmanlike
at least to me: a circumspect enlightened
genteel individual kind nattering
nabob of nativity, who feels alarmed
at venal wickedness by thee ->
President Trump spluttering, smoldering,
slandering gallimaufry
predicated predictable awfully banal,
cringeworthy diurnal,
and fiercely hurt locker ful invective bile
perhaps indicative of dementia praecox
or smother mental illness,
ye would immediately refute,
and be in din aisle.
I write this to you-
The accusations dressed as
Curiosity,
The fairy tale that never learned
My name
You come expecting thunder
Where there is a setup,
Expecting rage
Where there is a woman
Who refuses to fold.
You want me loud
So you don't have to listen,
You want me furious
So you don't have to face
Yourself.
But I am not
Your emotional scapegoat,
You call me "angry"
Because you cannot decipher,
A Black Woman's Certainty.
You call me " angry" when I 'm clear,
You call me " loud" when
Truth draws near.
You fear the strength you
Can't distinguish,
So you rewrite me- every time.
But my calm is intentional,
My clarity is earned,
My steadiness is genealogical affiliated.
I rise in memory,
Not in anger,
I rise in the lessons
Of a woman who learned
To speak without trembling.
I rise in quite strength
That doesn't need amplification
To be heard.
You mistake my boundaries
For blaze,
My intelligence
For ignition,
My refusal to be rewritten
For revolt.
So let me clarify
Will skill:
I am not anger
I am alignment.
I am not rage-
I am reclamation.
I am not your fairy-tale
I am my own definition.
If my presence feels fierce,
That's because you're used
To women shrinking,
I don't.
Find it my truth feels sharp,
That's because truth has edges.
I collect kindred spirits . . .
friends who become like family
people congenial and compatible
honest, trustworthy, compassionate
people akin with me in many ways
bound and amalgamated in thinking
affiliated, unified in most things
we are stuck like glue . . .
think and feel things, emotional
though, at times have different viewpoints
which we each respect
we love the same things
birds, fauna, walking, nature
gardening, art, music, hearty debates, writing
and talking over coffee for hours
and thus we are forever
kindred spirits . .
Words whispered across broad spaces
sounded loudly to most
those in attendance heard from the whispers
words that could crumble volcano's
and cause boulders to slide into the sea.
Across broad spaces we saw visions of happiness, made sad by
the need of those who wanted.
Wishes of those on there knee's
she wishes her marriage to be negated
she had already written the letter for her groom -to -be
to read after she allowed him to vent his anger.
of course she was smart enough to have been miles
and miles away from him.
We wondered if she'd stage an event to see if she'd find someone to care for her.
those words come from those who wish for fairytales
and believe in Unideceptors and Stought Flanlets
shall trumpets sound from her kisses
that she believes all in the world admire her, and her ways are those of
ambition, less velour.
compliment the chef, and spoil the surprise
His pallet is often a little sharper than others.
who in a rational mind wishes to allow her future husband to vent?
might such be the beginnings of future debates, and augments.
colorful are the brilliance of those who paint beautiful skies
that the reality of these doings make best conversation.
than are these the acts of rebels affiliated with a cause?
What whispers are these, heard by those who are lovers.
One says that when the sun becomes a moon
the moon turns into the stars, and when the stars
descend on the earth they become dewdrops,
and by the time when a pair of birds come
and sit on a treetop where the dews sojourn,
the flowers will bloom in the expanse of hither field
and the top of yonder hill.
Although, as one says, there is a tree standing by the river of time
that grew from the dews the fallen stars laid; there is a pair of birds soaring above the summit of mountain that countless suns piled up high in order to reach the top of sky; there is a plain that many moons gathered and became an expanse where ends do not meet; no where can the flower bloom be found in the vast space.
Nonetheless, for the river must ceaselessly move along, though
a passing time may leave affection in the cove where behind the water stands still for a while, it was washed away by the surfs and vanished under footsteps came with the wind in the heart of a never affiliated beloved. For a sorrowful time has been destined not to bear a bloom, the sun of the day, the moon of the night, and the stars of the dark, fade away as a flower that never has been borne, in the heart of a never existed beloved.
Facilitating The Facility
Solid structures should stay outside where they belong
With a firm facility of understanding occupational standards
In their simplicity of design
Edifices don’t build themselves in wildernesses
No one does
It’s not civilized
Loud noises must be nurtured in the city
To appreciate the sacrifice
The road to success is always under construction
Edifices have to rise above it all
Iron buildings need to breathe in rust
By starting from the outside in
And stand alone in the metropolis
Or else they don’t
Utilized to work in their basic functionality
Buildings take on the life of corporations, homes and offices
Certain to house nobility in the structure of their intent
To stand forever with or without rent
They need not speak
Unless they’re spoken to
Being affiliated with architects and engineers
Gives them a certain air of prominence and prestige
Sky scrapers rise with lofty names
Towering in affluence fills their halls with purpose
Facilitating the facility is under way
They rise with loud noises and voices to the sky
He razzed Iran’s chieftain emir
Cotton's had his writing premiere
The paparazzi
Might call him a Nazi
But he's just a smart profiteer
Author's note: This young senator reminds me of someone who might have attended a Hitler youth camp. Fear is his opportunity. While he is strangely self-assured, he is on the same side of the nuclear negotiations as the Iranian hardliners. He doesn't go back and talk about the time the USA overthrew the democratically elected government of Iran and installed the brutal Shah. (Even if that information is critical to the relationship we now have with the Iranians.) If talks fail we know there will be a short term benefit to certain groups. Are you affiliated with them, Senator? Follow the $$$.
Paintings
- Impression: Sunrise by Claude Monet (1840-1926)
- Deer in Stream by Philip Goodwin (1881-1935)
Red sun climbs an impressionist sea
climb
Boats and waves dance a gymnopédie
time stands still
Doe and her fawn in a dawn reverie
they drink from a stream in their tranquility
They taunt me
whispers and shadows and vague silhouettes
still haunt me
Vainly grasping for words to explain
why?
Empty questions shed tears in the rain -
I don't know
Was there a season of darkness we missed?
A wave of emotion we somehow dismissed?
Au revoir, dawn
wondering how we will make it through
with our fawn gone?
//Dedicated to my Uncle Don and Aunt Betty whose son Andy took his own life at age 19
Lyrics may be sung to Gymnopédie #1 by Erik Satie
Gymnopédie - a dance of ancient Sparta
Impressionism - a movement of the late 19th century in both art and music with which Claude Monet (art) and Erik Satie (music) are most often affiliated//
Written 5 Aug 2022
46 moons following the 5th winter
democracy has yet offered its charis for partaking.
"Gather yee faithful slaves," "drink from thy cup," it beckons.
Having danced to the sweet empty promises,
and wore the affiliated regalia of sheer stupidity, it is time to proclaim, how deep it goes.
A manifestation, of a prior auction where rights have already been sold for less than 3 silvers.
Multitudes, from all corners of the fire nation, gather in the bare mushroom of a scorching sun,
Ready to cast lots, and choose the next captain for the ship engulfed in fire.
Each slave, convinced of the prowess and abilities of their captain.
"A" argues, "he is experienced and knows the routes to steer us out of danger and lead us to a safe harbor."
While "B" laments, "though we may seem lost, he still knows the route that leads to Canaan."
Another proclaims, "it is better to redirect the ship back to Egypt; at least we ate meat that compensated the lashes on the back."
Either could be right or wrong, but then again what defines a right or wrong?
Perhaps it's better to commit the sin of indifference, and watch from the terraces as "D" suggests?
Either way, every option is a covenant in itself,
A pact made by man to a fellow Adam.
A choice that defines a mixed bag of unknowns to be unleashed in the next unforeseeable future.
Welcome to the covenant of choosing a lesser Devil.