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With so many people in war forced to flee…forced to run away…forced along the streets of their country to roam…in the peaceful calm of the morning I stopped to give thanks for our home.
It’s where our children grew up…our grandchildren played…it’s been a fortress for our family…
I can’t imagine what it would feel like…if we suddenly had to flee.
How tragic…how sorrowful…how demeaning…how unkind…
If one day we were forced to flee…and leave everything behind.
This house has our DNA within its walls…our genes…our chromosomes…What would it feel like to abandon all the things that make this house our home?
The bed we’ve shared for years…the table where we eat dinners and where many a game’s been played…the fireplace that kept our family warm…the chair Deborah’s father made.
Our photo albums…our books…the artwork on our walls…
the door with our family’s heights recorded…from the closet in the hall.
As I looked at our house I thought how nothing would alleviate…nothing would appease…if all we could take were the clothes on our back and a lifetime of memories.
And when I thought of all the people I have loved…
who have passed through our front door…
I can’t imagine losing all of this…
to the senselessness of war.
USA PUBLIC SCHOOLS
The teacher stood confused, in front of her second
grade class.
She was now forbidden to say boys or girls.
What were they, then,,,”its”?
This is called, “ social-emotional” learning.
The teacher, not only has subjects to teach.
But now a psychologist, she must be?
She will see to it, the correct sex of your child?
You thought you gave birth to a little girl?
No more....political chromosomes are in a swirl.
In public schools, this is the enlightened,new religion.
Confuse children as to who they sexually are.
Where sanity is on a mental ship, millions of miles afar.
God was removed from schools long ago.
Now, our great American heroes must go?
Grateful, I went to school decades ago!
3-31-2022
If I were granted three wishes for the world, I'd wish first for
Truth -- an end to Lies and Deception -- Integrity at its core
Starting with each individual, in every home, on every block
In every city, every region, every country -- Truth as society's bedrock
Next I'd wish for Peace -- permanent, everlasting and real
More than just the absence of War, Peace with Truth as its seal
Peace between family members in every single home
Peace in villages, towns, metropolis' -- wherever our species may roam
Then I'd wish for Love, joyous, pure and unconditional
Love for the other as for oneself, completely non-judgmental
Love between family members in all our hovels and our homes
Love the whole world over, embedded in our genes and chromosomes
October 15, 2018
Entry in "Three Wishes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
IV.
Lia called himself a woman,
though his chromosomes disagreed,
inside he felt he was female,
he made that his identity.
In the second year of high school,
the woke faculty played along,
but Lia would not face the knife,
even if his body felt wrong.
Now Lia was fond of running,
and he went out for track and field,
some of the girls didn’t like this,
but the coaches made them all yield.
At the first race he outpaced them,
breaking the records as he ran,
the teachers all declared him ‘brave,’
but beyond that he won few fans.
Parents showed up at school meetings,
decrying how this was not fair,
a man who’d gone through puberty
simply had no real business there.
Their daughters who had trained so hard
were now cheated, no chance to win,
since a man racing meant it all
was over, why even begin?
What was the point of women’s sports
if it now was open to men?
soon enough guys would rule it all,
like the 1950s again.
Lia was shocked by all this talk,
how dare they rant and misgender?
She went online to call them out,
but most just called him ‘pretender.’
Declared he was an ******* who
couldn’t compete against the guys,
that his ego needed stroking
so he flipped to the other side.
The female runners hated him,
and refused to associate,
rhe male runners thought him a joke,
their mockery stung more than hate.
Lia found out, when all was done,
that nobody really was ‘trans,’
a man cannot be a woman,
a women cannot be a man.
(This poem is dedicated to anyone who has ever felt the agony and pain of prejudice…
who have been left battered and beaten and scarred….
and to those who have inflicted that pain…
for you both know who you are.)
Do you know me?
Like every human I am made up of chromosomes and genes.
Yet, I am told I am not normal…and I don’t know what that means.
Do you know me?
I use to wake up every morning as happy as a clam…
glad to be alive knowing who I am…is…who I am.
Do you know me?
I was so happy with who I am and the way my life unfurled…
until I took my first steps into a cruel and heartless world.
Do you know me?
It was here my view of normal got distorted and confused…
for out here I have been made fun of, punched, spit upon…abused.
Do you know me?
Some people look at me and think, to them, I am a threat!
I am even hated, yes hated, by people I’ve never met!
Do you know me?
I have been beaten, shot, stabbed, strung up and left hanging from a tree.
by people who want to kill me…just for being me.
Do you know me?
I have friends who have killed themselves…an action I cannot condemn.
for they have chosen to leave a world that wasn’t ready for them.
Do you know me?
Have you ever felt so lonely…so sad…so deep in darkness…
a way out you cannot see?
Have you ever contemplated different ways to end your misery.
Do you know me?
Have you ever really looked at me…
ever stood where I have stood…
Have you ever tried to get to know me…
If not…oh how I wish you would.
For I am sure…all you out there who abuse me…who call me names…
once you get to know me…you will never feel the same.
When we encounter hieroglyphs in stone,
we don’t suggest erosion as the cause.
The information in our chromosomes
did not arise from randomness and flaws.
The character of outcomes left behind,
encoded messages, in form complex,
in strings of DNA point to a mind,
through inference, the rational detects.
The likelihood, from chaos, order reigned
indeed requires a flight to fancy grand,
an ordered row of ostriches arranged
with heads, some up, some buried in the sand.
The creature won’t abide Creator’s tunes,
Instead give flight to chance or else impugns.
——————
for the Flight Two Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
written on 06/19/2022
It’s very hard for someone to define
exactly what a woman is, for there
are things today that cause folks to decline
from speaking out about the sex more “fair.”
More women show impartiality
more often than do men - a proven fact,
while men are prone more to brutality,
but with compassion girls more often act.
The feminists will hate this, but I say
that motherhood is better suited for
the female, for God fashioned her that way
through chromosomes and at her spirit's core.
A woman is God’s precious work of art
because she molds the future with her heart.
April 11, 2022
(Of course there are always exceptions to the rule, but I have found these thoughts of mine generally to be true; obviously a woman is born with "parts" and other types of aspects that make her different from a man, but I did not want to focus on every single thing)
For Anthony Biaanco's U Choose Poetry Contest: Theme #1: Define a woman
I’ve been amazed by the cycle of life
To sit in the womb and observe would be nice
I wish I could shrink so very small
That the eye couldn’t see
I would climb through a mother’s lifeline door
And watch her newborn and keep it company
Before, the doctor could detect
I would already know the sex
I would frolic in the bag of jelly
I would make baby feel comfy and cozy
Oh, what a miracle inside the belly
I could never take the place of God
Whatever, baby may be is his job
But curious as I am there’s no deception
I would’ve loved to be there at the moment of
conception . I would arrange the DNA
To reach the highest peaks of perfection
Then, I would iron each pair of genes
Next, I would have a white glove inspection
I would play musical chairs with the chromosomes
Each and every night
When time is nigh, and I’m satisfied
Then baby is ready for flight
I will stand behind with my foot
I would give a kick so swift and quick
To make sure everything came out alright
I sincerely hope I don’t sound mean
It’s only a daydream
To raise suspicion is not my mission
But, if baby is fully grown, and he can breathe on his
own I may start to like his home and claim it as my own
Why not give baby his first eviction?
Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?