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Dirty martinis and Cuban cigars
Fishnet stockings on hookers Playing my guitar.
Long days at the beach
Women without wedding rings
Making a list of my favorite things
Sex before Breakfast
Out running the cops
A judge that grants bail
Then getting bailed out.
Books by Sandra Cisneros
And Renaissance Art,
All of these things have a special place in my heart
But when the bars close
And I'm still sober
My dealer doesn't answer the phone
I think on these things
To keep from getting pissed off
And I express how I feel
in a poem.
Rock n' Roll music and classic cars
Rockford Files reruns
Deep cuts that leave scars
My probation officer not making me drop
Dive bars bad girls and musty bookshops
A day at Wrigley
Watching the Cubs
Cool Tucson mornings
And falling in love
The sound of my children's laughter
and the first day of spring
What an exceptional life I've had to be part of all these things.
But when I'm hungover
And I've got warrants
Or when my car breaks down
I think about all of my favorite things
And haul my butt out of town
JSB
silence...
Lets listen to the tongues of our feelings
and the noise of slient mouths
like calm river in still motion of .our dark hearts
let our eyes be bail out of jail
Without a price tag
eyes to eyes
we will stare and
away in a deep distance
until the wish of our heart spread like scattered of
listen
i have learnt to deal with unpleasant situations by finding humour in everything
It helps .
fleeting with the dark just seem attractiveness
Cluzing on dark humour isn't this life a joke
call me a fool of love stupid!!!
that is the shadow of my being
i am like a strange stream
at the edge of the earth
where noise is forbidden
don't give me your heart
from the chest of another man
i don't have .......
Violent offenders released without bail
a senseless reform, it unfailingly fails
Victims walk alone in dark alleys at night
then rant on the news 'bout the lack of streetlights
Movies at theatres feature a killing a minute
Hollywood's culture of death implicated in it
Crude rap songs glorify every nasty habit imaginable
blare from sidewalks and streets uninhabitable
Guns so easy to score on the meanest of streets
adolescents own more than the cops on the beat
Single mothers on drugs, absent fathers in jail
young kids left untended, what do 'values' avail
Do murders seem senseless ~ They're so often not
They happen for good reason in the society we've got
I
I live in a society,
That does not know me.
I live in a community,
That does not owe me.
I feel a stranger,
In my renowned hometown.
And act a savage,
In my parent's town.
Who knows me???
Than my very self?
Who feeds me??
Than my blood nest?
When they lift core up,
I ignorantly pull it down.
When they smile to fill the cup.
I expose their veiled frown.
They tell me: 'Go to hell',
Yea,they told me with their action spell.
I'm a snail without a backbone,
I'm a roaring lion without teeths.
They grant me out like a loan,
And care not how by them i'm treat.
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II
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Oh what a savage in his homeland?
Oh a gabbage in the bowland.
Who cares about my personality?,
Than those who adore my intuity.
They are my pride,
Yea,indeed my father,mother and brothers.
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III
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But this my vow,
That them all will to me bow:
They that regard me not,
But that crack me as a nut.
I'm going out of my land,
To places where i'll be given a stand.
Let me a hence there to be a Lord,
Enough of my savaging here: i'm bored.
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IV
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Let others that empathize,
Fall into with me same tresspass.
Let us in unity,
Tell the fruit of disunity.
To hence to the dungeon of foolishness,
And bid us to bail them after their
relentlessness.
Oh mother!,behold your child.
Child!,behold your mother.
The heir is from you taken farther,
And will come not again till you all are mild.
C.2017
Cletus O'Toole by a suspicious game warden was approached,
To discuss the demise of a moose he was suspected of havin' poached.
Fer huntin' out of season and havin' no permit he was in a serious bind;
Fer this offense he could spend time in the hoosegow and be heavily fined!
He was thereby cuffed and taken post haste to the county jail,
To await his appearance before the judge sans the benefit of bail!
Before the bar of justice he claimed as his meager defense,
That his gun fired accidentally as he was crossin' a barbed wire fence!
The judge didn't buy it and he was heavily fined and sent to prison,
Fer slayin' a hapless moose (property of the State) that warn't his'n!
I gat no ing job
All I do is place a daring bet
Sometimes I hit the big stone with my toe
While if luck gat my back, it catapults me like a jet
Madness permits corncob
Yet remain hopeful to have a cot
How come seedling germinates below
When no dropping deposit could have actually clot
Life's race shouldn't be for only ace
Though one needs to be steadfast on his lane
And before hand tighten the golden shoe lace
To avoid the awful onlookers laughter-like-cane
Before pretence make you ale
Try be for everyday as sun and moon ache
Bottom-side-up, toughness won't make chance hale
Its way through fate's hopeful touch of the unknown at stake
On God I lean
Even as flesh gets faith to leach
Empty me of sins and make me clean
Every flaw is free of me but upon him is each
His strength is my will
Driving my steps off "I CAN"
And bless the anxious quills to thrill
Beyond the great proposed altitude span
Imagine a super hen
Grazing on a snowy lea
Then go ahead to feed in a den
Giving òsùbà to lion and lioness via plea
If never suffered acne,
One would simply pray to heal
Its skin lacking favor be put in a hackney
For other hens to learn first how to deal
What if a hand lance
Stunningly to launch and cancel
Will the super hen ever get another chance?
Placed before the brethren on the holy chancel
The pain in its body
Will not bail out the wish to live
In all ramifications be classified bawdy
Even at the expense of grace fortunes give
So soon sun shying
Shall shun skipping sky
So shy sailing saliva silently sighing
See soaked season secretly scouting shall shoot
Blessing unto every eel
In its own world that enrich feeds
Which are rare, lofty and hard to steal
Nutritiously blessed of adequate needs
I wake up in the morning
With the alarm clock going off
The Major League would hire me
If they got a look at that toss
Landing perfectly in the trash
On the other side of the room
Didn't wake up then
Till mid-afternoon
Pretty sure for certain
My boss is wondering why me he hired
On the job less than a week
And already on the verge of being fired
Forgot to pay my phone bill
So I couldn't give him a call
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong
Too cheap to buy flowers
So I pick them out in left field
Right next to the honey patch
With bees munching their meals
Brought them home to my girlfriend
Who proceeded to sneeze and cough
With a case of hay fever
This didn't go over as well as I thought
Her sneezing also interrupted
The bees in the bunch
Sticking their heads out from
The middle of lunch
That's when Miss Noisy
Was repeatedly stung
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong
Needing to withdraw my measly savings
I head down to the bank
Step inside and holler HOLD UP
As I was running late
All the tellers they screamed
And pointed accusingly at me
As I stood there in the middle
Of all the melee
The cops roughed me and cuffed me
And took me to jail
With no boss and no girlfriend
To pay on my bail
Now here I sit in the slammer
With no idea of how long
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong
Say bye-bye to these:
"Hold, please." (Hold what?)
Typewriter Repairman Ads
"Dial this number..." (What's 'dial?')
Down-time... Offline
Compliments (Complaint Departments have swallowed them up).
"Mail me your resume."
Shame, and its cousin, Guilt
Pay Phones and Phone Booths (Sorry, Superman)
Cash (esp. pennies)
"How do you do?" (How do I what?!)
"Chick," "Piece," "Stacked," "Hot Number"
The Debt Ceiling
Brown Suits
Brown Fedoras
White Bread
White Big-City Mayors (in the USA)
Math Facts
Grammar & Grammar Schools
Heroes
Good Samaritans
Public Drinking Fountains (except for dogs and cats)
All but Mega-Gigantic Hospitals
Modesty
Cash Bail
Drug Busts
'Land Lines'
Gasoline-fueled automobiles
Private Health Insurance
Private Doctors
Free Museums
Disturbing the Peace
Roth IRA's (at least, Roth IRA's whose distributions are tax-free)
Peacetime Economies
Gun Laws (The Wild West roars back)
Non-Mixed Use Zoning Laws
Fair Elections (Did we ever really have them?)
Ideals, Idealists, Idealism
The 'Renaissance Man'
Daily Newspapers, Print AND Digital
The 'Weather Channel'
META
Music Majors, Art Majors, Anthropology & Sociology Majors
Cooperation
Cashiers
Receptionists
Cleaning Services
'Straight People'
Teachers
'The Four Freedoms'
Courts (You'll get a ticket and either pay or go to jail...)
Courtroom Lawyers
'Law and Order' Politicians
Non-TV Ministers
Dentures
Non-union University Personnel
Non-gated upper middle class and upper class housing
Neighborhood Watch Groups
Public Schools
Childhood
Non-government Day Care
Nursery School and Kindergarten
Free Public Libraries (You'll pay for those Drag Shows, lol!)
Free-TV
Non-Tip Services
'The Great American Novel'
The Home of the Brave -- Oops! (I mean, of the 'Guardians!')
'Lesbos' and 'Homos' (Can you believe we used those terms?!)
Marital Sex (What for?)
Foreplay (Now it's just "Fore! Here I cum!")
~ Roger Dodger, Over & Out!
student they are
on the wings of knowledge,
on mirthful wings of angel,
on light of inside and outside
smiling touches them purely
fresh mind, fresh eye view to the future
they are frolicsome for acquiring knowledge
together footsteps on the airway road
crossing they are every step of offshoot thinking
smiling, playing, gossiping, seeing, looking
and walking to the bright career
they are child to teenage on same base
on angelic wings and heavenly light
suddenly the MounTain LigHt comes upon them
comes upon them as Fat-Man and Little-Boy
it burns their wings of angelic soul
put off the light of happiness
cut up the two souls from their chain
wounded many of their caravan
MounTain LigHt brings mourning bliss for them!
it has no soul, no eye, no veins, no blood of kindness
it understands only the procession of death
it understands royal roads of Dhaka, Chattogram,
Rajshahi, Khulna, Rangpur, Sylhet, Barishal
it understands tareque masud, mishuk munier to Mim, Rajib and so on
it understands the darkness of grave yard
it understands the death angel Azraeal and greets him on inert roads
it understands a bier and shrouded dead body
it understands the epitaph with bereavement motherly tears
oh! light of life is not secured still on road
every innocent soul is devoured abruptly
giant death angel transform himself on vehicle
it comes as MounTain LigHt and fires, razes
nonsense demonic driver enjoys the race on bail
excited uncontrolled peoples ruminate stability,
demolish more lively soul in blind emotion
oh! death you are mad provoker on road to road
-August 09, 2018
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Note: - written on Diya Khanam Mim and Abdul Karim Rajib, student of Shaheed Ramiz Uddin Cantonment College, Dhaka were died on 29 July, 2018, Jabal-e-Noor Paribahan ran over them!
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom comes
Heal my country father
Mother Africa is crying blood
Her children have turned into butchers
They are slaughtering each other
You can at least answer the prayers of a concerned mother right
Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
Along with the daily bread give us peace and defrost a man’s heart
If it is too much to ask, then you can keep your daily bread
I’m sure you have heard my fellow sisters scream for mercy in the hands of men thirsty for blood and would just do anything to quench their thirst
His hands firm, driven by lust making sure that he will have dinner and desert that very moment
So, father I’m pretty sure you understand why we don’t need your daily bread
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us
The biggest sin is being a woman
Mine is worse for I am black and a woman
Roaming the streets as the next hashtag
Hashtag justice for me, justice for her, justice for them
Forget about gender equality
We are just inferiors living in a male dominated world
Justice? The preparators do get arrested but go out on bail
As if a girl child’s life comes with a price tag attached to it
Every day before I go out, I pray father please let me return my father’s little princess, so innocent
But if it happens that I am the next uyinene mrwetyana
Then I pray that you help my family find peace for we both know that justice is the last thing they would get
Let them know that they were the last thing I thought about
Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil
For thy is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever
amen