Long Bear the brunt of Poems

LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping...

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DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than...

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Axe the old Don, a trump peter n piper
   of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
ha air brushed pompous arse
   Sunkist in Macy's window 

   then like a jackal...

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Sound the sirens, tell them to bring oxygen in their company 
I'm overdosing on apathy, forcefully devouring justified anger
Sound the alarm, I'm just a volcano waiting to blow
I can't bury my head in sleep
the world...

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Oh, where did you come from? The sad sight of you 
     breaks my heart in two. I see that you're lost, 
        ...

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My Dear Heart,

I owe you the gift of love and gratitude 
for each beat you take to keep me alive,
and for all the times you've been hurt
by bad decisions I made that wounded you.
You always...

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In an ill-advised decision,
Educationally dumb,
New York City’s ranked its teachers,
Which defies the rule of thumb.

For the whole world now has access
To the way each teacher scored,
Though I thought humiliation
Was a means to be deplored.

Only math...

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I just stared and picked at this paper thin wall.
The more that I could touch it, the more that I could fall.
What's this place beyond a really small line?
I know I haven't crossed it, but...

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Take me back to the days of old,
And rich legacy that worth more than gold.
It took an entire village to raise a child,
Where they were free to roam and be wild.
The rivers and streams were...

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Some Day I’m Coming Back


The things that made us who we are
aren’t written in a book
nor do the things they gave us
equal what they took.
Hands that rocked the cradle
soon left welts behind
the harshness of their...

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Consistently inconsistent
Responsibly irresponsible
Flies among the birds
Yet the rat is his shape...
... The hypocrite...

The truthful liar
A pious criminal
Belongs to the two ends
Mouth: Two sided
Leaking words...
... The hypocrite...

Healthy but sick
Hungry but full
He is the foolish wise
Himself he...

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He said, "Dad, I thought men were like Atlas, they bear the brunt of all humanity? They were supposed to do anything and everything?" Before dad spoke, he muffled a choke and remembered back when...

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I am filled with rage and frustration. I’m doing my best, pushing forward with everything I have, yet I feel forced to halt my own progress. In a tempestuous fury, I question you.

I lead, I...

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Humiliation from my superior chair,
Company HR adding to the insult,
Is that the corporate world ??

Keeping my temper all time low and attuned,
Not able to bear the brunt of hostility,
Lacrymals activate in humility, a decade's victory.

Not...

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This hole in my breast
Hollowed out 
by the pointless drilling
of empty thoughts
that go nowhere
and lead to nothing.
Shapes dance before my eyes
Ghosts from a stolen moment
Wraiths of smoke and cold air
Echoing the cradle, heralding the grave.
It...

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tired morning


This morning a song from a film 
filtered through my mind “what was it all for Alfie.”
I had no choice but being born, played no part of the proceeding
but had to bear the brunt...

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« Long love struck with the shape of you 
Captivated by your carmine hue » M.L.


I bow to every beat you undertake,
I rise to rhythm you race up for my sake,
I thank persistent pulse that has no...

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New York City has a plan
To build a “transfer station;”
Such a pleasant moniker
For so much aggravation.

For in more realistic terms,
They really mean a dump.
Giving it a fancy name
Won’t even fool a chump.

Tons of smelly garbage
Will...

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Pain comes in degrees,
In ever darkening shades
of misery
Today is a physical nightmare
Awesome is the pain
Nowhere is relief
Gives me naught but grief...

But endure I will
And fight on I will
I will conquer this agony
Trust in my ability
To...

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. for public domain

Ivory towers, long corralled and walled
behind an ever present iron fence,
execute the will of an elite called,
gilded they serve and glow with intelligence.

And some beyond the privileged boundaries,
where Nature governs by its...

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