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Only in Congress could somebody lie
And earn more than a nurse or a teacher,
With tales so outrageous no one could deny
That his chutzpah must be his best feature.
Expelled by his peers (he refused to resign),
Representative Santos insisted
That he’d done nothing wrong, never crossed any line,
But his logic was crazy and twisted.
So charged with conspiracy, credit card fraud,
Identity theft and some scheming,
We all should be able to cheer and applaud
As reports of his ouster keep streaming.
My question to Congress is why did it take
Months of fighting to get him ejected?
Though looking at Congress, my only mistake
Is not thinking this should be expected.
There once was a place that was very entertaining
That used chance as a form of gaming
Inside the hall that was run by a deck of cards
There were rings featuring talent who wanted to be stars
On these ring’s perimeter the hearts and diamonds looked for clubs
Filled with spades flirting with the jewels needing a little love
If everything is dealt in their way
Giving the tables a colorful display
Staying in health the lady danced with herself
Watching the cards hit the Black Jack felt
A King followed by a Queen were the player’s draw
Showing promise not a hand that would be a flaw
Seconds passed the next card came
And the two gamblers had no one to blame
When the King was joined by an ace
Player one had a smile on his face
To accompany the Queen the Jack
Made player two settle back
First player denied the option for another card
Before signaling the cocktail waitress working the bar
Choosing ‘no’ player two did say
Waiting for his moment to get the pay
The player calculated right
When the dealer showed sixteen in this one on one fight
As the top card on the deck was revealed
Player two started to squeal
“It’s a five and my two pictures took a dive.”
When the attractive cocktail server emerged
Player two was ready to purge
“Can I get you something?” She asked with a smile.
“Something straight up, I am going to be here awhile,”
Player two replied returning to his seat encountering the luring aroma that was ever so sweet.
Timeless Reunions
by Odin Roark
Regret mingled with other flotsam,
Longing found a corner and wondered,
Mistakes were numerous, all grinning confidently.
Knee jerks were like always,
Their passion without reason at the ready.
What an affair,
This reunion to end all reunions.
He had made himself the center of attention long enough.
His ego-mirror was worn and beginning to blur.
It was time, he knew.
After all, everything and everyone
Had sent him an invitation.
So…
Applauding disappointments,
Thanking them for introducing him to paradox,
He next shook hands with injustice,
Thankful he’d avoided its wrathful guillotine.
Gifting a wink to fate hovering overhead.
Spotting modesty and humble keeping to themselves,
He enjoined them with some bubbly,
Toasting them for their perseverance
And apologizing for not being more attentive.
As the night grew long,
He continued looking for love.
He knew its nature well,
Having often experienced Tennyson’s maxim:
‘Better to have loved and lost,
Than to have not loved at all.’
Still…
There seemed little tenure left
Before time would…
And there She was.
There He was.
There it All was.
Love’s state of being
The reflection of semblance
He’d heard so much about,
Tried so hard to find and hold onto.
His dance card remained full for the night,
As he spun through his illusions one last time
Before dawn broke and the bright light embraced him,
Guiding him to the other side
Where further trials and errors for celebration
Were waiting.
He smiled.
an American Dream
An American election is important for the world
right now, I see a dilemma on the one hand
we have Trump, who is too old, power once
in his hands, the bullet missed and struck hard
confidence is not cock sure his grip has loosened
Yet, his meeting with mortality might make him
a great president
The universal hatred the political class has for
Trump makes me suspicious of them, I think,
is because they fear he is a loose cannon that can
fire their way, exposing their corruption, their
lies to the people, one has to remember the USA's
politic is run and often won by those with cash
There is Kamala Harris, who plays the black card
to garner votes, but she is a person no one knows
anything about except her blind loyalty to Biden
was more important than loyalty to the USA
I think she was chosen because she has no political conviction
an empty vessel that can
Burp up what she has been instructed to do
smile and laugh while dark forces are changing
America into a socialist darkness, killing the once
powerful anglophile hegemony
If Dr. King was here today at us he would probably shout
for us to stop making excuses and find a way to work it out
we're constantly stressed and we just need to see
that misery loves nothing more than to have some company
always with our stories and drama is our calling card
nothing worthwhile is easy and we think our problems have gotten hard
so stuck in our ruts and unwilling to try anything new
incapable of looking at life from God's point of view
no more excuses allow God to move you along
it's time to stop singing that same old tired song
climb out of that river named denial and start swimming ahead
let God guide your story so your life will be spirit led
no more excuses we have now been vindicated
a Black man in the Oval Office we've been validated
to look through the lens of grace which is the eyes of God
to get a new attitude and make a fresh start
to man up, to stand up and start taking care of our own
to be productive human beings, independent and now grown
no more excuses and if you go out and make babies
be the head of your household and support your family
if they won't let you coach the team but will let you play
walk away from that organization right away
if they'll let your join a group but won't let you lead
that is not the association in this life that you need
guys pull up your pants and girls pull down your skirts
you have too many choices in life than to be just thugs or flirts
walk with your heads held high for now you're on higher ground
you've been elevated by God and have no more excuses now
no more excuses, no more reasons to just complain
learn to pay it forward so your living won't be in vain
no more excuses be willing to make a sacrifice
like Jesus the Christ did for you when He gave His life
to look out for each other and always willing to lend a hand
to love one another like the Lord Our God did plan
no more excuses step out of your comfort zone
and remember you're not in this world alone
remember and respect your elders who fought and cried for you
acknowledge them always and give them their proper due
speak life to your children and encourage them to succeed
for they are the future and the fruits of our seeds
no more excuses let the Lord God guide your story
to live by His Holy Word and to give Him all the glory
It was twelve years ago today when I found you dead.
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your survival, I decided to beg.
You died after the surgeon amputated your leg.
Even though removing your leg improved your chances of survival, you still died.
When the surgeon operated on you, he couldn't save you even though he tried.
Your life ended and you entered the Pearly Gates 12 years ago today.
Rest in Peace, Mom, I wish I could've stopped you from passing away.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
The chapter I'm writing
starts with this setting
a side street that goes
for a block and ends
at a ravine.
Boxes are stacked
in the hallway.
The crimson trees outside
are still, but I know
something stirs.
The laptop screen glows
as I write.
I'll close the cover soon
but the story never ends.
A veil of clouds hides the sky.
I'll grab a quick bite
and do my laundry
for something clean to wear.
A birthday card I meant to send
lies on the floor. The friend wrote
that he moved from his house
to assisted living, his life shrinking
from seven rooms to two.
I cried when it rained last night
for a woman I once loved.
It is November
and the weather is changing.
I moved here three weeks ago
and occupied the second floor
to find my time and place.
The beginning
Adam sat on a bough of a tree waited for his friend
The gorilla, Eva, sat in a cave tried to make a skirt of palm leaves.
The cave was warm; a burning bush had taught them how to make fire.
They lived on fruit mostly, when not stealing eggs from nests
Eggs that were about to be hatch were the best
And they had chicken and thus became meat-eaters.
Adam´s friend, the gorilla, when they played card made out of green leaves
The animal was sentinel without a moral compass.
The gorillas had thick fur which, made them look dressed,
and Eva liked to cover exposed parts. Adam didn´t get it.
He should sit with her and listen to her problem, a pity she
Used to say, God had made men so stupid
Grammie’s Basement
A quiet place of rest covered with the dust of decades
Where wicker chairs of discarded summer days
Sit with tangled strings of Christmas lights on their laps
Alongside ornaments of glass so thin a whisper shatters shining globes;
Bowler hats and boxes of stray buttons among the useless collar stays
Seek reunion with blouses out of fashion and starched collars;
Puzzles, games - pieces missing - a china doll, one shoe lost,
Takes tea with tea sets buried beneath cards of celebrations long forgotten
In melodies of old records played upon a phonograph
Stuffed with card decks of fifty one, without their jokers,
And cancelled checks - records of a life now passed
In steamer trunks and satin shoes near yellowed lace on broad brimmed hats,
In sewing patterns seen through new eyes as re-purposed treasures
Awakened from their moth ball naps and cardboard catacombs,
Blue mason jars filled again with harvesting preserved, refinished rockers,
Crystal lanterns lighting up the twilight, walking sticks restored,
Pictures welcomed back to life, remembering names forgotten,
And fabrics reborn into warming winter quilts beneath the stars,
Witnessing their rebirth, gracing once again a sleigh bed -
Life no longer waiting for revival – rejoicing in the resurrection.
10-21-19
Craig Cornish
My Favorite Junkyard
Listening devices carefully hidden in the rafters compete with
Nosy neighbours vying for a few favours from the governing party
'Nothing to fear' as long as one is on board with the Secret Police
It is all for the good of the people and order must be preserved
Today surveillance cameras are out in the open for transparency reasons
They bug phones for democracy and follow my banking transactions
No place to hide even if you live in a cave because of satellite navigation
No respite for Socrates who states under torture that he knows nothing at all
We need the drones for Amazon and cannot recall the breast plated armour
Eaves dropping is merely a bit of collateral damage and small price to pay
Nietzsche was wrong and there are gods called money power and war
Fortunately the little devices work on solar energy under cover of justice
A couple of raids and a token Constitution on turning tables and shelves
Life Liberty for the Pursuit of happy domination and servile acclamation
Mein Kampf mixed with George Orwell and flies devouring the good Lord
Fancy armbands searching for books to burn and people willing to follow
I blamed my father for not standing up for freedom when Jews vanished
When smouldering ashes of Gypsies and of whom they called deviant
Must have stung his nose into nausea and when he closed his eyes
'It was not me' he may have claimed and that the orders were not negotiable
'Fight the beginnings' and when 'right becomes wrong opposition is duty'
And yet while the news flash by like a soap opera from apathy and hell I
Only buy a hoody speak in whispers use paper money and break my phone card
But I am more than a bystander and therefore guilty of treason and cowardice
25th December 2019