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Yo, Hoboken Bars and a couple cat fights,
Yo, takin’ the path to the Palledium and Limelight,
Giants games,
Getting drunk and goin’ insane,
Never stressin, just professin’, Wu Tang Lyrics and a little Smith and Wessin’,
Yo, I hung Irish, Italian, Black, and Puerto Rican,
Weekend trips to Spanish Harlem, girl watchin’ and sight seein’,
Visitin’ fam in Flat Bush Brooklyn, and a quick stop to the Bronx,
Playin’ a little b-ball back when I had less junk in my trunks,
Liftin’ at the Y, and hangin’ tough in Parsippany,
Are you hangin’ with me?
Shot out to the Randolph Crew,
Hangin’ with Asians and Jewish cats too,
With dreds on my head, ladies sweatin’ the phat do,
Winnin’ state championships and duckin’ bauer Junia,
Sportin’ my Miata with shiny Rims, and a boomin’ tuner,
Rollin’ through Montclair and scopin’ females on the upswing,
Showin’ off my letters and #1 rings,
Though I’ve lived all over, I still claim Randolph and Dover,
I still claim, West Orange, Lauren Hill, and Fushiknins never sober,
Jersey, baby Jersey, there is no other,
With Red Alert on the horn kickin’ the overweight lova,
And yeah, we kind of dirty,
True dat,
I’ll grant you that,
But there is none like Jersey,
The Garden lounge of adventure,
And when you visit the homestead,
Just tell em Woody sent ya,
So shot out to the Jersey Crew,
It’s been a while,
Lost my style,
And my pants are a little bigga,
But yo, it don’t matter, cause Jersey yeah I miss ya!!
Perhaps, it would be Rockwell’s second choice
for my happy home has many different voices.
All around a small man-made lake they walk
proud American’s, multi lingual, they talk…
A maple forest with sweet pine blessing
Whites and Asians, Indians, caressing.
Lovers from all of the many nations
in my park find, content, contemplation.
Children of all colors play like sweet bits
and each and every Grannie watching, sits.
The American dream a joyous reality
a warm, loving place has risen here, free.
So, let new artists and artisans arise to portray
the bountiful beauty of each towns diversity!
I come to this little cove often -
no work, I have time to burn.
See Asians plunder its foreshore,
I still fish - show no concern.
Red-bill seagulls fly in circles,
fight over scraps they have won.
Never giving a thought to Icarus
who flew too close to the sun.
Soon a woman wanders over
and asks me what I’ve caught.
I tell her nothing yet but “you’d
be a great catch” I thought.
I know the swallows smirk at me,
my appearance they detest.
I cast my line and ignore them
(or at least I do my best).
Things start spinning in my head
like what it’s like to drown.
Did King Neptune sit on a throne
and did he wear a crown?
I come alone to this place often
to remember and reflect.
A place of beauty and meaning,
a place where I can forget.
Written: 1992
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Ladder Bay is a sheltered cove in
the northern beaches of Auckland
New Zealand not too far from my
home in the East Coast Bays.
Sitting, trying to write, nothing
comes to me. Nothing is what it'll have to be.
Over the weekend and immediately
following the election demonstrations in the streets,
Not my president! But today is Monday
back to work and the business of business in America.
Never have we been fierce warriors.
Rhett Butler got that right: in any confrontation
with the state a platoon of new recruits
with automatic weapons outguns the stately
samurai. Ken and I were eating veggie
burgers and drinking local beers over worries
our fellow Americans will soon start shooting
Jews and Asians, lesbians and disabled veterans
whoever's recommended on the news.
There's a learning curve to disregarding tweets
and the remedies offered on facebook. Our refusal
to be more than the sum of ourselves
is our saving grace. Therefore, let
the peaceful transfer of power proceed.
Democracy doesn't guarantee smart choices,
just a chance to correct the mistakes we'll make.
History, Columbus and Friends
To be on the right side of History you must make friends
History is the study of the past
Sponsored by political winds and spins
Lincoln sells cars on TV and kills vampires in movies
George Washington makes dollar bills
“Cesar” was a salad
Kansas is Central America…. (not sure what country)
The rest of the world does not exist
Columbus sometimes discovered America
With his Master card and Visa
Other times it’s Leif Erickson who found the USA
Or some ancient Asians but I can’t pronounce their names
And they don’t have parades
So Happy Columbus Day
I’ll have a beer and another slice of pizza
It has come out of academia,
and gets some play in the media too,
they cry about ‘decolonization,’
as if time is something they can undo.
They all say it is wrong to go against this,
and I have only a bachelor’s degree,
so who am I to question all of this?
We must decolonize! Listen to me!
We must look to our own America,
and realize that we just don’t belong here,
all pale people should go back to Europe,,
but doing that’s not enough, it appears,
the black people here also have to go,
they must be returned to African shores,
Asians must leave, and mixed blood Latins types,
they can’t be tolerated here anymore.
All the roads and rails also have to go,
since they all came from colonizer minds,
and the natives left can’t live in houses,
they must return to pre-colonized times,
Tipis, longhouses, and no metal tools,
no medicines that aren’t native to them,
smart people say we should decolonize,
they must be living as nomads again!
And oh, how I wish that we could stop there,
but America does not stand alone,
Europe once conquered so much of the world,
the influences they left have now grown,
like those famous Indian long-jackets,
they came from British colonizer frock coats,
Yoga come from British calisthenics,
it must all stop if there is to be hope!
Africa should not be using railroads,
or surviving using high-output crops,
colonizers brought these things to their lands,
for the sake of their people, they must stop!
The Japanese should not be building cars,
or make electronics amongst the best,
they should reject all of the Meiji years,
should cast out all influence of the west,
You cannot wear jeans or dare go online,
cannot wear glasses in front of your eyes,
the colleges spoke, and we must listen,
throw it all out! We must decolonize!
…or, we could just ignore this sh-t and go on with our lives.
New Zealand all over Sea and land,NEWS
On blood bath of Kiwi ever since her birth,1856
On killing 50 lives settled to fight their bellies battle
“Land of long white cloud” mean New Zealand
How truth this? 50 bodies lined up on land wrapped in white cloth like cloud,how meaningful the name New Zealand?
All of Asians,Africans,Middle East and more some went on God’s path still their cars in Christchurch parked!
They born in their mother lands to die to go as martyrs in their new other land
Those all let their lives at God’s palace on a Friday,a day of festival of poor in prayers holding tight the keys of Paradise.
They all found their path to walk direct to Heaven on aqua made red carpets just stretched all over the floors of mosques of Christchurch.
Destroys terror any land but in New Zealand terror went error to make this all plus land so blessed!
By nature a mother loves her all children alike Prime minister Jacinda Ardern and her all 4.8 million Kiwis proved in public adding some more letters to the definition what is love,affection and what is humane?
The gunman Godse killed Mahathma Gandhi to become popular the gunman Tarrant proved Jacinda Ardern a good ruler!
In the short list of world’s best leaders,Nelson Mandela,Lee Kuang Yew, Mahathir Mahmoud,Imran Khan,Tayyip Erdogan now Jacinda Ardern to last.
Madam PM you deserve a Nobel prize but poor Poet I can’t reserve for you it until the vehicle carry it get reversed.But one I can say to God to serve you the noble!
Madam PM your right hand is so soft to slap on the faces of the world’s best!
Kiwis proved by action what’s affection and what is peace to this world Oh,Pigeons fly away Kiwis now for peace!
Hats off New Zealand,the UNO thereafter for peace,ensign of New Zealand to fly high shining the four stars thereon to shed light to all the four corners of the globe!
All Japanese people use ancient glacial ice
Mined from miles below the arctic circle
By sophisticated machinery and drills
Core samples are their way of life
Core values is a reason for holding on
Being Japanese is being Japanese
Is being grounded in their condition
In sushi bars and Geisha nights delights
Fine whiskey over arctic ice
Their world is upside down
In fact, the bottom of the globe
Gravity holds Japan in place
Nowhere near the United States
"Ikiai" is the meaning "reason for being"
Turning Japanese is pleasing
I think I'm turning Japanese
Men and women think alike
They would like to live in peace
With machinery and luxuries
To live forever with chunks of ice
In reality we are all just Asians
In need of gravity to keep from falling off
The bottom of the world seems dangerous
Please send the people glue and sticky stuff
All things being equal we need adhesives
It's not easy being Japanese
On the silver plain of eternity, the streams of silence flow uninterrupted,
In search of majesty, the white man, with branches of stars on his forehead.
Hunters of illusions, their weapons aim at the shadows dancing on the sky,
The prolonged assault echoes, the carrion of hopes in the wind fades, diluted.
The Africans, with their lunar fangs, pierce the earth seeking its aura,
The Arabs, with their authoritative paw, Scratch the heavenly vaults, claiming the right to the throne,
And the Asians, clever archangels of civilization, lay their master plan,
Even women, in their innocence, dream of crowns hidden in heaven.
The white man, civilization's ghost king, runs against the light of destiny,
His tames - a canvas for the rain of longing, his eyes - two lakes of mystery.
Each jaw that opens, each silhouette that hunts him, a promise of tomorrow,
a defamation of yesterday, a melancholy reverberation of what has been and will not be.
For in this magical world where hunter and hunted often switch roles,
each being carries the burdens of the past, clings to the dream of survival,
The misty civilizations of existence are stages for this immemorial dance,
And even in the face of defeat, the white man carries within himself the essence of the whole world.
He is the thought that flies above the traps, the unattainable desire,
And even under the burden of the fog, under the merciless assault, his beauty rises regal,
Elixir of life in the vicious circle of desire, to devour and be devoured,
He is the soul of civilization that survives in the magic and melancholy of every twilight.
They've thrown down the gauntlet
The Asians have a golf 'major' now won
Hideki Matsuyama, Masters Tournament Champion
The first from the Land of the Rising Sun
Ms. Naomi Osaki has won Tennis' Grand Slam
Mr. Shohei Otani could be the next Babe Ruth for glam
Mr. Yu Darvish was the hottest pitcher in the NL last year
Ichiro Suzuki garnered over 3,000 MLB hits as Japanese fans cheered
And I predict that there lurks a Chinese missile
Whose shooting touch is that of an accurate pistol
He's ready for the NBA to welcome him back in
A Harvard grad, no less, by the name of Jeremy Lin
As the world now sees China as America's #1 superpower rival
So is the world of sports witnessing an awesome Asian revival