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(In memory of the 19 children and two adults killed by gun violence in Uvalde, Texas on May 24, 2022…as well as the countless others who have and who will suffer similar fates.)
Firearm Requiem
By Mark Stucky
In the U.S., guns outnumber people
and sales outpace population growth.
Guns under beds.
Guns in closets.
Guns in cars.
Guns in trucks.
Guns in purses.
Guns in holsters.
Guns in forests.
Guns in offices.
Guns in classrooms.
Guns here.
Guns there.
Guns everywhere.
Guns pointing at them.
Guns pointing at me.
Guns pointing at you.
Why let so many fingers on so many triggers?
Why protect guns more than lives of children?
Why choose gun wrongs over gun laws?
Why is America the monarch of mass shootings?
Did gun rights come from Mt. Sinai,
written by God’s own fingers?
Did (not) guns (once again)
make America great(ly pained)?
When will we as a nation
collectively have courage
to save generational blood
and beat guns into plowshares?
(First published in Agape Review, 15 June 2022. See also my poems “Hate Vacuuming” and “Weapons of Wonder.”)
We do not allow any hoodies here, principal stated firmly.
My sixth graders pointed to me and laughed.
Second field trip of the month.
Of course I am the one wearing a clover green hoodie.
It is St. Patty’s day, for Peter’s sake!
Last week during our college field trip
Prissy registrar showed us a film
How to dress
And
How not to dress.
They actually had an X on
Socks with sandals.
It was a cold day,
And I love my Birkenstocks
With a bit of fluff.
The sixth graders who notice practically nothing
About me at all when I am trying to get their
Attention thought this was hilarious also.
I call it black albinsm
Cause I'm a black albino
Born of black parents
And I'm no different from my parents
For just like my parents
I'm also being labeled different for my colour
And I'm still looked down upon
For things that I have no control over
For just like my parents
I fight oppression from peoples eyes
And have to fight just to have a voice
A voice on the table of the world
Cause we are all over the world
More so this Eastern part of Africa
We no longer just some small part of earth
We are visible and that's why we celebrate this day
I call it black albinsm
Cause black is the colour of endurance
It's even said that black doesn't crack
That's why we keep going even in hard times
The PO£T
Far from city in haunted house
lived Macro mouse and Micro mouse.
Macro fond of Micro : His spouse.
Also stayed with them little louse.
From roof crawling down octopus.
Swooping the vulture valorous.
Horrifying notorious.
Me at nook frightened, oblivious.
Wicked weird witch is cunning most,
sitting with her friend scary ghost.
relishing rotten mutton roast
and charcoal burnt hard butter toast.
Shedding tears violent viper.
turning hysteric and hyper.
Suddenly jumped champion jumper :
Owner of the house : large vampire.
Dropping bombs
During the World War 2, there was a town in the west of Norway
that also had a passable airport where German planes could take off
and shoot at things near the British coast.
RAF tried to find and bomb the airport, but they didn’t but dropped
their bombs over our town on the way back.
Some people were killed some were maimed for life.
When people get bombs thrown at them, it is reasonable to think
they get angry, with no understanding of the war effort.
The enemy was, as far as the town dweller was concerned
the British, so much so when British troops came, they were met
With stifled smiles.
That is why I think Putin should stop his attacks on Ukraine
whoever noble his aim is to get rid of fascism, he will forever
be seen as the enemy by bombed-out people.
Love him
People
The same way
I love
My father
He is the one that
Had created you all
In his image
And in god's eyes
We are all beautiful
Also, people don't forget
To pray to my father
Every single night
Before you go to bed
Because my father
Want us people
To pray for him
Yes it only takes a couple
Minutes
Then we can go straight to sleep
We must go to bed
Early every night
So that we can get a proper night
Sleep
Love him
He is the one that also
Owns our lives
And our lives are in
Our father's hands
I know that we all are going to die
Some day
We will not live forever
Because my father made
Life like that
So for now all we have to do
Is to live our lives
To the fullest every single day
We have nothing to complain
About our lives to our father
Because we are just living
A beautiful life here on earth
Also, our father died on
The cross for our sins
Many years ago
Also, our father is a black man
Also, he is a Jewish man
It was our father that made our seasons
For us to live in it
I must confess to people that I hate
The winter very much
Also, the winter is very long
And also very cold
People I go for my walks during the
Winter around the block
In my neighborhood
I always dress warmly during the
Winter
I have never believed I would be blind
To eternal sunshine that's mind
The day you were born was the beginning
My heart's petals bloomed most compelling
Tears of joy I shed while I saw you smile
In my arms I knew the pain was worthwhile
Lullabies sung and hummed to bring comfort sleep
As you lay in your crib without a peep
Challenges as you grew with bumps and bruises with footfalls
Sticky fingers, scattered toys, fancy artwork on the walls
Meaningful memories as I look into your eyes
Of the mischief you use to get into, but I was wise
I'll always be here whenever you need me
Stand by you, whoever you decide to be
Eternal sunshine that was mind is still my total joy
Don't ever forget you will always be my little boy
I miss those days we took the time to enjoy
Reflecting in the year's past of your favorite toy
Was also your security blanket that you always kept near
A mere little stuff rabbit you loved so much dear
If it disappeared, it would always returned unstained
From the washing to the drier because it had been so stained
As you grew older the little artist and Shakespeare you became
Pictures, flowers, poems I would find I'd date and write your name
There were times fear overtook your little mind sweetheart
You would walk in your sleep until the pain would go away from your heart
You'd whisper in my ear to tell me you loved me
You always wanted to be like your daddy, inventive
You've become a man, "Mama I love you" you still tell me
You've become the carbon copy of your dad to a tee
We are so proud you took the road of responsibility
You can pursue a world of endless possibility
You are still my little artist and Shakespeare full of joy
Don't ever forget you will always be my little boy
5/10/2018
Their Image Forever Embedded Within My Mind
This is dedicated to my three wonderful sons that I cradled in my arms and wish I still was
I'm in heaven and before I descend, Oh! my God
Your holding me
Come through the birth canal even then Oh! my Lord your
Your holding me
When I'm birth the doctor spanks me
Hears me screen even within that he's
Holding me
He gives me to my mother no other
She's
Holding me
She holds me while I'm crying
She holds me when she's wake
She holds me more often than anyone else
She let's my father hold me also
But for just a little while
For in reality I am really God's child
Now I am older now an adolescent
No longer a infant or baby child
Yet my parents
Still hold me when I'm happy
Still hold me when I'm sad
Will hold me when I'm disponed
Even hold me when I'm mad
One day I'll be older
One day have a spouse
One day I will beholding
To the one who accepted us
Together in marriage
Together praising God
I will not find it strange or odd
I will
Still be
Holding
10/13/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
..from that same kid several years and a couple of divorces later...
Dearest Santa,
Here's my list of things for which I am keen,
I've kept it lean,
In case you're kinda short on the green.
Dearest Santa,
I'll pin it near my stocking tonight.
Santa, buddy,
I sure would like a new Smart TV,
Flat screen, HD,
A 60 incher, maybe 3D,
Santa, buddy,
Just stuff it in my stocking tonight.
Santa, pally,
I'd also like a…well…you know what,
And really hot!
Brunette or blonde, whatever you've got,
Santa, pally,
Just put her in mesh stockings tonight.
Excuse me, Santa,
I don't mean to seem crass or crude,
That would be rude,
But I'm submitting this request dude to dude,
So be a buddy,
When you're filling up my stocking tonight.
P.S. Santa,
I have a small confession, I fear,
I haven't been a good boy all year,
And in case you just can't see your way clear,
Dearest Santa,
I'll still dream about mesh stockings tonight.
Thank you and Merry Christmas,
Your friend,
John Dorflemeyer
The U.S. domestic subset
of our internationally interdependent economy
is not so much about when it is best for the haves
and when it used to be worse for most everyone.
Economies,
like ecological relationships,
are long-term resiliently healthy
climates of multicultural resonance,
And sometimes short-term pathological dissonant
divesting climates of monocultural fear-mongering,
Mostly by adult males
acting like junior high bullies.
Also,
the U.S. Presidency is not a "job"
whether best or worst.
For those worthy of your elected position,
it is a sacred Vocation,
whether for better or worse,
graceful or bungled,
but always committed fully
toward stronger cooperatively manifest destiny
of multicultural democratic climate health,
interior culture
and exterior multiculture
WinWin outcomes,
domestic
and interdependently international.
But, yes,
If the U.S. CEO position
were to market hate against ecopolitical non-elites
and for nationalistic supremacy,
then your current employee evaluation
would suggest this is the best worst job
you have ever done
at buying
and selling
what emerges from
and returns toward
sacred cooperatively owned
and perpetually health-managed Earth.