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There was an anthropological study conducted on the children of an African tribe…
that I shall attempt as best I can…in this poem…to now describe.
A basket of fruit was placed under a tree…the children told to be fast and resolute
because the first one to the basket gets to eat all of the fruit.
When they were told RUN!..they didn’t run at first…instead like birds of a feather
each child took the hand of the child next to them…then they ran to the basket…together.
They smiled as they ran together…fast and resolute
together they reached the basket…and together…they ate the fruit
When asked why they chose to run that way…”UBUNTU” said one lad…
while another added, “How can any one of us be happy…if any one of us is sad?”
In South Africa the word UBUNTU…means ‘I am because we are’
It’s a belief we’re defined by our compassion and our kindness towards others…
and its meaning travels far
for every culture, every civilization…across the land, the sky, and every sea
has a word with a similar meaning…In America…it’s humanity.
It’s a simple word…humanity…that, like UBUNTU, has allure…a definite attraction
but it remains only a word…until we put it into action.
I’m glad to see so many cultures have their own UBUNTU as part of their folklore…
I think, however, the entire world…need to practice their UBUNTU a little more.
We need to spread humanity so our UBUNTU travels far….
We need to teach the world UBUNTU…'I am because we are’.
I hope someday we follow the example of the children…
who understood they could be fast and resolute…
but only when they joined hands…together…
could they all enjoy the fruit.
Vigilance is the price of freedom
Seen, are the caskets home comings
We don’t want any more forever wars
It’s always been the black gold, we fight for
Illegal catastrophic war, worth billions
Our dad’s fought fascists, with their lives they paid,
offerings of service to the millions
A system we can trust is all we want,
this tactical gambit smoldering, far from it
Even as the heartless with their hatred,
face to face, they try tirelessly to provoke us,
yet with grace, we stand tall with heads held high
They are the a g g r e s s o r s
with a need in their bitter-battered hearts,
where their pain inside resides
For them it’s too late, it's too late!
For them change will never come
And although they are enabled,
by the few, the mean-spirited labeled,
it’s how they shall remain
And we protest peacefully regardless
Their youthful ones are young not wordless,
their great-grand-and-dads fought against
what these cruel men now represent…
The man who sold the world,
The King of clowns absurd
A trickster trumpets his hellish horn
A thorn subsides aside in world’s forlorn
Nationwide, in the thousands,’
from up north, down south, east and west
Los Angeles, we all know it best!
New York City, Boston,
all the way to Mar-A-Largo!
We come from everywhere,
and to all beats and tempos
our soulful hearts filled, when we go,
All generations generate sounds of protest
most festive, with signs of sorrow and spoken words
Shout-outs mellifluous,
in harmony we sing-along
Voices alike, we’re birds of a feather,
and we beat our drums together
And how kind of them to show,
to say how out-of-touch is The Prez
Bruce, Billy Porter, Jane and
J o a n B a e z
Against his mad minded, agenda
we’ll find a way,
This new world order
out the window and to the border
A culture war, windstorm
Colors combined—humans sway
catching the wave,
in the center of it all
I m m i g r a n t s,
we came out for them,
and their children, and for ourselves
We carry the American flag,
others carry flags of their motherlands,
A reminder of where we come from
We want to take it back,
it’s ours and not for ruthless racists
Vigilance is the price of freedom,
and courage is infectious
NO KINGS DAY 3rd Protest
3/28/26
What the birds know today is that I am not there
Funny as it may seem, those birds and I have something in common
We are always looking for something,
What puzzles me the most is when I put out food
They appear from nowhere, chirping and calling for others
To come to share the food.
They are fascinating creatures,
I think I have hyped them too much by feeding them a lot of sugar:
However, I loved how they picked the leftovers.
And in a nanosecond, the food was gone.
I am back in the cold once again,
I truly missed those birds outside my door,
They do not need to migrate south.
And most of all they don’t have to select
Or regret voting for a president
In their defense, each of them appears to be a leader.
Who leads Birds of a Feather?
From blood to Thought
With every loving beat, of my swollen heart
– upon these crimson vessels, giving life to –
ride millions of thoughts, thoughts of you
riding on the zenith, the crest of every wave
flowing, turbulently down these shrinking, hardened,
aged, bluish tunnels of hope’s dreams,
dreams that reach into energy fields,
electrifying dormant synapses into glowing rainbows
of conflicting forces that wage never ending battles,
battles of whether or not there can be, will be,
could ever be that preverbal pot of gold,
the gold that can only exist- be found within
and within a pure, undefiled, undesecrated,
unbroken heart, not the heart that beats
to the tunes of that drum pounding out
ice castles, stone cold walls, the iron used in
erecting cages, the beat of shovels excavating
a trench in mother earth face, for that moat
- all these have I seen, have I felt, I have experienced -
that locks in your beauty, keeps out the light, the fires
that could, would want to evaporate, turn to dust, dry up,
remove the veils that guard, that hide, that protect
that beautiful, imprisoned light, that light that hides
behind masks, masks that hide in order to attract’
that seem to attract like kind – birds of a feather –
mirrors, mirrors, the twins - not the one’s that reflect
images of truth denied the conscious self while in sleep
dreaming the dreams of ?, that lay beyond today’s reality
of unrealistic expectations, of unnecessary fears,
fears justified by life’s journey throughout all your years
hidden behind beautiful, dry, hardened eyes without tears
for what has been freely, lovingly given
- rejected, for hopes and a desire to touch that illusive,
delusional White Knight ( Mr. Right to come into ) –
to fill your life, your sight with visions that just might
be able to satisfy, the unsatisfiable in you.
B. J. “A” 2
August 22nd 2008
WHAT COULD BRING PEOPLES OF THE WORLD CLOSER TOGETHER AS BROTHERS ANS SISTERS OF FAITH IN GOD THAN "A DAY" OF CELEBRATION WHERE WE 'ALL' REALIZE THAT IT IS A GOOD THING TO PRAY!!! WE ALL CAN CALL"THAT DAY""HOLY BOOK DAY"!!!THAT DAY,THAT DAY WE PRAY,PRAY,PRAY AS HOLY,HOLY,HOLY BOOK DAY!!! WE PRAY AS IT IS "HOLY BOOK DAY"!!WE NEVER LET PRAYER ROT AWAY,BECAUSE WE HAVE A DAY CALLED "HOLY BOOK DAY"WHERE OUR SINS ARE FORGIVEN AND WASHED AWAY ON THIS "HOLY BOOK DAY"!!!!! WE PRAY. THE "HOLY BOOK IS OUR COMPANION,AND IS OUR FRIEND,AND IS OUR GUIDE.THE "HOLY BOOK TELLS YOU WHO YOU ARE ,AND WHY YOU ARE ALIVE!!! YOUR "HOLY BOOK" CAN KEEP YOU ALIVE. YOUR HOLY BOOK CAN MAKE YOU WISE,AND TEACH US HOW TO SURVIVE.WE "ALL" NEED A "REAL HOLIDAY CALLED";"HOLY BOOK DAY"TO BRING "ALL"THE PEOPLES OF THE WORLD TOGETHER FOR WHAT IS "BEST AND BETTER",AS WE COME THROUGH THE STORMY UNPREDICTABLE WEATHER!!! "HOLY BOOK DAY" WILL BE A DAY WHERE "BIRDS OF A FEATHER" FLOCK TOGETHER"! YOUR GREAT "HOLY BOOK" NO MATTER WHAT IT MAY BE TELLS US TO PRAY! PRAYER LETS "BIRDS OF A FEATHER"FLOCK TOGETHER; HOLY BOOK DAY,ON "HOLY BOOK DAY",TAKE OUR SINS AWAY! HOLY BOOK DAY,HOLY BOOK DAY "EASE OUR TROUBLES,AND TAKE AWAY OUR SADNESS,AND FILL OUR HEARTS WITH GLADNESS,BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT "THE HOLY BOOK CAN DO!
Mum said "birds of a feather flock together"
so I searched for a man who liked similar weather
until Dad stressed "opposites attract"
and I tried to determine just what I lacked
"Small packages", Mum said, "held the best things"
so I looked for a humble guy with diamond rings
until Dad said I should find a real go-getter
because it's a fact "the bigger the better"
When I fancied a guy from amongst the herds
Mum said "action speaks louder than words"
but Dad said this advice should be ignored
because "the pen is mightier than the sword"
Mum believed men should be kept closely entwined
because of the saying "out of sight out of mind"
Dad urged I give them space and make them ponder
because "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
I worried how I'd react to being charmed
Mum emphasized "forewarned is forearmed"
The male perspective gave my ego a hit –
Dad said "cross that bridge if you come to it"
When I found love the saying Mum liked to push
was "one in the hand's worth two in the bush"
Dad said "there's always time to be the faithful wife"
and persuaded me "variety was the spice of life"
I struggled at courting and was getting old
but "you're never too old to learn" I was told
However my confidence was hit for a six
when Dad said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
"If first you don't succeed try, try again"
this was Mum's attitude toward courting men
Dad's radically differed of course –
he told me not to "flog a dead horse"
My parent's advice couldn't have been sounder
for I found a genuine all rounder
but I hope he can live with the reality
I now have a split personality.
From David's unpublished book entitled 'Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions
Sporting in lightening spell bounds of nature
Caressing the coolness of the peaceful sky
Worthy stake embellish wings adventure
Cordially exploring weather so bright
Two placed up on high heaps wings sojourn
Innate drives mount the hope cum disturbed winds
Fright of possible fall is thereby spurn
They are the airborne rocking the headwinds
Masterminds of the muse behind aircraft
That clothes human envies to flying
Through necromancy braced up in witchcraft
Beyond imaginable horizon
Both enjoys the openness that caress the grace
Which journeys them along peacefully in space
While doing my daily internet loop
I read some poems at Poetry Soup
Some souls were bared
Emotions shared
By a wonderfully talented group
So many unknowns are gathered together
Brandishing their talents without a tether
Notable skills
From gifted quills
Flocking together like birds of a feather
Whether mundane or totally bizarre
Through words they express just who they are
Some young, some old
Some shy, some bold
Each as marvelous as a shooting star
To the nameless owners of this great site
Thank you for giving our poetry flight
No longer adrift
Because of your gift
You are the beacon that brings us to light
Mind cannot comprehend, it finds it strange,
when ignorance reigns in human exchange.
Wonder if some people will ever change,
or wish to remain in the firing range.
I prefer to live life without disdain.
When demons persist, penetrating pain,
I let the ink loose from my bursting vein,
to express with peace, from hate I abstain.
We're not all the same birds of a feather,
we all sin, but have to live together.
Opinions are like the British weather,
driving you to the end of your tether.
Agree to disagree with an open mind,
tensions ease when we prefer to be kind.
The Silent One
12 January 2020
How unappealing... the missus went bananas
courtesy hurling mandarin oranges.
Yes quite juvenile
unladylike childlike behaviour,
mine wife oft times doth display,
I do not deplore
yours truly reckons
tis futile effort causing furore
aye attest bull
in china shop incorrigible hardcore
exhibited by spouse
out of bounds antics bon jour
earlier within marriage
shenanigans twas the stuff
back in the day
sparking altercations, haint no lore
regarding wedded bliss
muddle aged doozy storied
married couple expressing
mutual love nevermore
did deux disparate
birds of a feather flock together
espousing total mortal kombat
(with looming fruity weapon
of mass destruction
living below poverty dirt poor
surviving (barely) hand to mouth
unable to afford
top of line high grade
clean atomic bombs rapport
re: ruining our reputation
as hoity toity main liners
portraying child's play
conflicts in East/West Timor
almost annihilating each other
i.e. zee Harris family
plus well nigh turning
planet Earth into vapour.
Sober realization of brinksmanship
brought now auld
geezers (defanged & harmless)
flinging foodstuffs cold
and/or frozen leftovers
(carbon dated), petrified extolled
as delicacy among Neanderthals,
who would value and
cherish fruit lobbed as
love's labour's lost more precious
(as a physical expression of affection)
more so than fine spun gold
thee rented man cave serves
atavistic trait hard rock cafe
functions as pleasant reminder,
where one percent genetic
stock originated (think noggin
rock hard iron maiden mold).
Backtrack to years spanning 2000-2010
wen furious red hot poker rage
twas unmanageable when living
under duress within Penn Valley
even tranquilizers could not assuage
harkening back when yours truly
under threat courtesy battle ax
and her henchwomen,
which matriarch took immediate dislike,
née rabid (foaming
at the mouth loathing)
towards yours truly
them days outright state
of undeclared warfare
found fury within me
exceeding the wrath of Kong!
Thank dog, I mellowed since then
gratuity prescription medication.