Long Aid Poems
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video of "Ironic" is for my 'Cinco De Mayo' contribution.
Alanis Morissette, emotive mezzo-soprano voice
and confessional songwriting with a feminist’s choice
Canadian, nineties rock-star famous for Jagged Little Edge
Raw naked cringe-y to the profound, empowering by virtue I pledge
(She’s helped countless women and girls to find their voices, to speak out, and to take up space)
Thank you India
symbolizing spiritual awakening and enlightenment
Thank you terror
acknowledge the challenging and painful aspects
Thank you disillusionment
of life that can lead to growth and wisdom
Thank you frailty
highlight vulnerability and accountability as essential
Thank you consequence
components of personal development
Thank you silence
suggests finding peace and clarity through
introspection and contemplation
let go of something burdensome, which ultimately leads
to personal growth and transformation
A pivotal moment, represents as a turning point
where she gains a new perspective and begins to understand
the value of forgiveness, living in the present, and embracing her own divinity
How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?
blame the moon, release unriquited love and like a bird that doesn't know where their home is, fly away
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?
Thank you frailty
The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
signifies emotional release and catharsis,
suggesting that facing and processing emotions
is crucial for personal evolution
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence
Ladies sing along with the goddess Alanis
Thank U Providence
Thank U Canada
Thank U Alanis Morissette
[Mother] Mary, our Mother
Wwe know that you are our Perpetual Help
Not only in our spiritual need but in our material need as well
With humble hearts and childlike confidence
We beg you to help us in our present financial stress
Due to foreseen circumstances
We are now in dire need
Since we cannot meet our just debts
Dear Mother
We are not asking for health or prosperity
Merely for help in satisfying our pressing obligations
You are the queen of heaven and earth
And as such
The dispenser of so many favors granted by your Son, Jesus [Father Christ]
We know you are most kind
Generous to all your devoted children
Loving Mother
We plead with you to obtain the financial help we so desperately need in our present situation
We thank you
Dear Mother
Promise to make your perpetual Help known far and wide
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 7022018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Cyber poets seeking buried treasure
filled with rushed rapture A.I’s hurried;
Robotic words never ringing no soul,
outraged console steady lagging;
Pop goes the weasel suddenly alive;
Bourgeois contrive it’s meant to be;
Left a jack in the box out of control
technology stole all the word docs;
Infinite is always within arm’s reach,
victims of a breach much too often;
Criminals that dip into a writer’s mind,
the destructive kind with quite a quip;
Murderous impersonation DM’s,
virtuous victim’s dark liaison;
Laying waste to the pen’s process it falls,
there’s nothing that calls or will impress;
Desperately seeking any sparkle,
you are not mortal and you’re stealing;
Cyber poets they cannot look within,
weak source of jargon without a hook.
I’d been bitten by a mosquito she was such a hungry beast
She landed on my arm, and on my blood she had a feast
My arm got red and itchy as she’d taken a tasty bite
Two red bumps appeared, my poor arm it looked a sight!
Victor called the waitress over and whispered something in her ear
He’d asked her bring some lemon slices; I thought this very *****!
The lemon slices arrived – but they were not to go in gin
Victor gently took my arm and rubbed the lemon on my skin!
The itching disappeared and soon the redness was gone
Next time I go to Malta I’ll put some insect repellent on!
A true story from my recent visit to Malta. I am so grateful to Victor for his wonderful tip it really was 'lemon aid'
11~04~16
Time and again
jovial imp does succeed
at collecting aggregate of infinite moments
nabbing, snagging and yoking yours truly,
a fortitudinous erstwhile
citizen banker travels at warp speed
impossible mission to thwart tempus fugit
analogous to ambuscade by time thief
little rascal who steals
most precious commodity
right before mine myopic eyes
abstract artificial construct
hastens cradle to grave lifespan
hoping chance fellow
space traveler will read
these words, though quite futile
one skeptic could believe
he would experience salvation
prayerfully clasping hands
he doth gently plead
for nought, cuz greed
for immortality a wish
that does exede
by lightyears the outward bounds
for *****sapien breed
damned to die at birth
destroyed by space debris
aliens purportedly buzzfeed
feeling akin to crash test dummy
at mercy where asteroid
can annihilate me I accede.
Seconds, minutes, hours
days, weeks, months
and years speed away
free falling thru space/time continuum
superfluous to request belay,
nevertheless yours asks
for custom made sturdy rope
quite an accomplishment
given such short notice,
which said contrivance
would necessitate being wrapped
(while remaining rapt)
ensconced within outsize
full body jacket beltway
resembling human cocoon
after I pulled up the slack
essentially gifted to dark shadows
twenty four seven -
resembling edge of night
all the while
loosely tethered courtesy gravity
though feeling comfortably numb
zipping by the dark side of the moon
dreaming about Old rotten Gotham
sliding thru behavioral sink,
this while yahoo (me)
courtesy tenuous connection
suddenly severed Earthlink
simultaneously mouthing "Aw, Snap!"
No longer linkedin
with webbed wide world
bitta bing bitta bang
voodoo spell suddenly cast upon
uber hotmail, whereby
his poetic side tumblr unlocked
subsequently he resembles
an infinitesimal across
celestial sea ethereal
poetrysoup amidst creation,
a mere cosmic speck afloat
canvas studded heavens
starry night gallery.
When the cash is low
You need to know that
Jesus is your medical aid!
He made the human body
So He is the original doctor!
If you are struggling with finance
The Word of God can romance your body!
As you bond with Him, you can discover that
Jesus is your medical aid!
When the cash is low
You need to know that
Jesus is your medical aid!
He made the human body
Therefore, He is the original doctor
You can be very sick
However, we serve a BIG God
So believe that Jesus is your medical aid
He made the human body
Therefore, He is the original doctor!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
[The poem does not mean that if you have medical aid that he is not your aid/ medical bills are expensive and the word of God is GOOD MEDICINE]
Life can deliver you pain sometimes
And you will wonder if you can heal
There will be days you want to rip your heart
out
So you just dont have to feel
Your emotions will bleed out all over you
Others will see it in your face
You will try and stuff it down deep inside
Where all past hurts are placed
But there is a hidden danger
If you make friends with your inner pain
You will get trapped within a cycle
Where it will visit you again
Sometimes its the hardest thing to do
To let go of the burden that you bare
Dont be afraid to find a friendly shoulder
Of someone who truly cares
They say time heals all wounds
So patience is the key
And one day all the tears will end
And finally you will be free
I see you flinch, but the universe spins without aid,
Beloved, our world dances in circles, yet we anchor in place.
You forget the shadow and the years shift, like a play changing its set,
Beneath branches waiting for rust, beneath leaves that will fall in the end.
Trees sway their sorrow to the touch of gentle dawns,
And in their rustling, the memories of another yesterday color.
In the vast ocean of your thoughts, hopes are stones in a chain,
Life takes the shape of marble, and gazes become mute parables on immortality.
I see you flinch when the fear of the unknown pulses within you,
When the moment breaks, and the fragments cleave the twilight in two.
And the magic of the first kiss trickles, a divine poison in the veins,
Opening gates for a new dream, for new beginnings, for us anew.
Beloved, the inner rains begin to carve paths through our ancient home
And the tempest of feelings wanders wild between the walls.
On the table, you lay clusters of unrest and what could have been plucked from life,
Everything that doesn't yet bear the mark of abandonment or of oblivion.
I ache for your elusive presence, now knowing you're somewhere in the night,
In the dew settling over dream leaves under the watchful moon's shadow.
And even now, I wish to be your shadow, the meeting of falling stars,
May your soul find me again at the crossroads between worlds, every night.
Do not fear to speak the word when you feel that everything's a sin,
For fault is a common thread, binding us humans together.
I only wish for you to keep me in memory, in dawn when the star rises and as it flows into dusk,
When the sky writes the poems of unfolding and of departures, in that infinite dot and line.
Forty years are well enrolled, through diggjng dirt i say.'
In Bangladesh and nepal; Afganistan, Bombay.'
Many water wells there are' And yet' so filthy too.?
Its is spoken of upon t v always.' Yet is it really true? and in the west
There are many so chemicals in it for children of today..' Plus me
And you'
Could the dirty water holes? Be western dug.? perhaps From
The 70s up to this age? and if they're not? With cash given
Quite a lot' why such a sad situation? Reigns.? Its also give and
Give, for wars on want, and wars on wars.' So really far away.'
That keep the average world population low.' 450, 000 dead in
Ukraine? plus Russian dead also.? they say.' Now for some thats really great they power strut.' And internationally butt, in around our
Globe; each day..There are always new catastrophe's
Err.? Situations as one might say.? Also can the people help
Is the very first yelp. They have collaterol the scheemers will
Say.' Their lives are drab, they are far to glad.' Also
We deserve, much more year on year; more! and that day
By day' we're the better bred us peado-preds, we'll leave
Our mark upon, this world, as our mainstay.' We'll change
Their minds kick their behinds, and inject billions along the
Way, herds they are' both near and far and they'll describe
Themselves such way..What a laugh' pure fun they'll go our
Way (the April fools) will follow each rule' each mandate
SO WE SAY.! Any one who stands us up, they'll ridicule
Again just as we say, we'll lock and shut.' Its really our luck!
Thats (from lucifer btw!) And should they learn.? its all a
Game' losses for them, yet for us much gains.' The egg bank 80s
Took the 'branches down' soon every street will be ghost
Town, and they will eat the insect fare, some are cancer causing,
Oh this is so prescious rare..! We are the faceless
That crave all power, over each daytime, minute; and the hours'
Again the same goes for the night.' For we are the scourgers
With all the rights.'
("In Memory of Gary Vaughn", 2018, original encaustic)
The Flavor of Kool-Aid
We all get to choose the flavor of Kool-Aid we drink.
And maybe that’s the extent of free will.
We each have our world views formed and cemented
By these biases, personal and cultural,
But even people as close as siblings
Who share the same DNA and conditioning
Can end up as different as oil and vinegar
But I’ve had my share of Kool-Aid,
And I don’t remember it having any flavor
Other than sweet.
What it offers as a way to entice
Is a difference in color,
Or put another way
A difference in appearance
And so it is with beliefs and biases.
It’s mostly a difference of surface over substance.
What is the substance of Kool-Aid?
A little dye, some sweetener,
And a whole lot of the universal solvent.
And what is the effect of our preferred Kool-Aid?
Reassurance that we have chosen
The best world view
To match our tastes.
Which are in fact chosen
On the basis of
What we want to see,
And the promise of something sweet.
(9/23/23)