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Window Dressers
Running
different
than reigning
Politicians
shortly
find
Chasing the vote
versus
crossing the moat
Very few
able
— fewer to thrive
**********
Narrative Rewarded
Like weight training
for an athlete
poetry makes you strong
Each word a rep
till failure
to bring your lines along
A verses strength
increases
when flexed the story bold
With narrative
enrichened
— the poetry like gold
************
Venture Forth
My treasure hidden
beyond the waves
the horizon
beckons on
Through pounding surf
and giant seas
a voice
is calling strong
I set my sail
the closest reach
with tiller
in both hands
On faith alone
round jagged reefs
I trust
in who I am
Through longish days
and longer nights
my course
uncharted stays
The mainsail up
the jib reset
one albatross
relays
That fortune comes
but once in life
to those who hear
its call
And venture forth
through unknown winds
into
— the raging squall
***********
Spiritual Chrysalis
Losing oneself
to find oneself
Emptiness cowers
— catharsis begins
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Devil At The Gate
Loyal
when it suits you
Faithful
when it’s safe
Committed
to the mirrored self
Devil
at the gate
Back turned
to the prophet
Fealty
starts to burn
Treason
left on high display
Shame
— at every turn
********
Poet & Prophet
Today
is all that matters
Memory
your biggest foe
Mining the pathway
to future promise
Excuse and weakness
grow
Time an illusion
a crutch for the weak
To hobble and stumble
in constant retreat
This moment recurring
endemic when willed
the poet and prophet
— forever instilled
*********
Never To Return
If the past is empty inside you
— the future will be lost
*********
Resistance Ignored
The world
quickly bored
at the recital
of misfortune
And most
willingly avoids
the sight
of distress
The path
of resistance
ignored
at its peril
All character
only tempered
when put
— to the test
(The New Room: June, 2026)
My girlfriend is not a poet in the way that most people mean.
She is a collector of rare and valuable information. Today,
she told me about cats & the color of their coats. We adopted
a kitten recently, a baby thing with elastic legs and a penchant
for biting paper. She is the color of placing a screw in the drywall
to hang up a favorite painting, likely some print of Vermeer or Matisse,
in the wall of my old apartment and then tearing out the screw in my
haste to keep moving. My girlfriend told me that our kitten would not
be the color of drywall forever. Her coat is cold activated, she said,
an abstract form of albinism. The coldest parts of her body, ones
closest to the grave, will get darker. The kitten will develop brown gloves on
her hands and feet, a little tuft on the tail, as if that would help hide
the dirt. One foot in the grave and all that. I found that bit of information
endearing at first, the brown gloves, because I, too, wear socks
at all times in the house. My girlfriend said that when she gets old,
the cat I mean, her circulation fails and her now warm blood becomes
cool blood becomes slow blood and the cat will be extremely brown.
Here I was, thinking that when warm blood becomes cool blood becomes
slow blood she would be dead. I do not envy her, my girlfriend I mean, how
sweet it must have tasted, the apple. How rich at first it must seem. Until
one day you realize that each new brown fiber, each new high-effort hair,
isn’t brown like an acorn, or perhaps an open gate, but rather brown like
an apple seed, brown like the required 199 apple seeds that need to be ingested
before a human being dies from cyanide poisoning (per my girlfriend.) I am
a poet, my girlfriend is a collector of knowledge, Death is a modern artist whose
brush stroke falls in earthen tones on the coat of a kitten. No doubt his magnum opus.
The day you left, time stopped.
My laughter quietly buried beside yours.
Home became walls without heartbeat.
Every sunrise forgot its golden warmth.
I still keep your empty chair.
Dust cannot erase your presence.
Your old shirt still smells familiar.
I hug memories instead of you.
Father, who hears my silence now?
Who blesses my trembling dreams today?
Who hides my tears from storms?
Who calls me their little girl?
I smile before everyone daily.
But nights know my broken soul.
My pillow drinks endless silent tears.
Darkness becomes my closest companion.
Every festival lights another absence.
Every prayer whispers only your name.
Every victory feels painfully incomplete.
Every failure longs for your embrace.
People say time heals everything.
Time never healed your empty place.
It only taught silent endurance.
Pain learned living inside me.
Sometimes I hear your gentle voice.
Sometimes I chase impossible echoes.
Sometimes I wake calling "Appa."
Morning answers only with silence.
If Heaven has listening windows,
Hear your daughter crying tonight.
Hold my shattered heart forever.
Until we meet beyond this life.
Judas was a disciple and a kiss he did convey
to let the soldiers know whom to arrest that day
Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss that showed no love
as a kiss is an expression of love that mankind thought of
but why did Judas pick a kiss as the symbol for his bad act?
why did he choose this gesture of love as a part of his attack?
Judus was a Zealot and patience is not their forte
they wanted Jesus the Messiah to make His move right away
with an ulterior motive in mind Judus tried to force Jesus' mission
unable to see that it's about God's timing and it's always God's decision
yet some think that Judas was weak in his discipleship
as he was not one whom with Jesus had the closest relationship
as humans we are creatures of ambiguity we all have some bad and good
we all have the propensity to misbehave and act as Satan would
we all have a bad seed in us that if the Lord God does not pull out
will flourish over time and have us acting out
now when Judas kissed Jesus, Jesus acknowledged him as friend
but for thirty pieces of silver Judas sold Him out in the end
from weakness to wickedness but for God's saving grave
the Human race would not even exist in this place
Like David a man who the Lord God took to heart
for David never tried to justify the bad acts he did impart
now Jesus the Christ came to us as a living sacrifice
He was God's greatest symbol of the love that He had for human life
for God loved us so much that He sent His only begotten Son
who only had a love for us even after His dying was done
high on a cross at Calvary with His last breath
He asked Father God to forgive us for bringing about His death
we do bad things, we carry out acts of betrayal, evil and killing
the things that man has done to man be it accidental or willing
a kiss that showed no love was the gesture that Judas gave
but Jesus still had a love for him even after He arose from the grave
.
grab thuh pen
write...
the thinker whom yourn
grabz
likewise
hern
lock'd like
tite tight
tyte
inadvertently
cauze'd mine solomon
notwithstanding
mine enter'd
i pray
daily for knowledge
for i fear
wisdom
my find'n thuh must
i know
oblation
uv
mine
habitude
*Etymology uv the word tite:
The word tite comes from early Scandinavian
and was first used in Middle English. It can mean
taking place without delay, or being the closest or
most direct in effect.
In Kannada, tite meanz;
an uneasy or restless desire
Etymology uv the word tyte:
The word tyte comes from the Old Norse word
þjóta, which means "to sound" or "to rush".
Second, third, fourth... stimulus check(s)...
ah... the stuff a dream come true would be made!
Such would constitute,
the closest phenomena
approximating winning the lottery
cuz yours truly never blessed
winning sizable, nor
minuscule amount of money
beset with one after another setback
token scapegoat (no kidding),
plus puny size linkedin
with spindle shank legs
always bullied and
derided as laughingstock.
Whether rich or dirt poor...
since being young unemployed adult
(yupper, poverty mine bane and,
red badge of courage) the end result...
thus, aye cannot imagine state of euphoria
(yea right Matthew Scott), so just halt
such fantastical thinking,
before being totally shushed up,
nevertheless such luck
would invariably catapult
me into doing a sommersault,
pulling my weak back,
(I got a week back) out in the process,
how mine lovely bones would exult
similarly and/or hypothetically
if lottery numbers I chose matched,
more likely greater chance me getting struck
while inside courtesy lightning bolt,
or got automatically generated did score
winning ticket - suddenly this dolt,
would find himself mobbed by strangers
worse case scenario lured
by paranormal and/or occult,
perhaps stunned with
tranquilizing gun subsequently kidnapped
courtesy sinister satanic cult
comprised of rainbow goblins
trumpeting moral turpitude,
hence words of wisdom
occurred best not to insult.
When awakened hours, days, weeks later
parents (if still living at home)
would spring into action
renting out my former bedroom
to another heavily tattooed and pierced
long haired pencil necked geek
sporting dreadlocks
the late Bob Marley would envy
if still alive.
Castles in the air
suckers' poor me,
thought cha might care
to dangle false promises
and deliberately ensnare
buzzfeeding gussied up
glittering essentially bupkis
that doth blindingly glare
finding meek geezer passively submitting
theme of mein kampf -
never ask for grandeur,
which outcome would interfere
with grist crafting poems.
Coronavirus Came From China
By Franklin Price
03/27/2020
Coronavirus came from China
At least that's what they say
Matters not, where it came from
It's with us here today
Has spread through human contact
For a cure there's a dearth
There are many dead and dying
In most every place on earth
To slow this deadly virus down
We were told to separate
To quarantine in our own homes
Until some future, unknown date
Businesses must shut their doors
Where people tend to gather
It's difficult, to say the least
But you could die, if you would rather
There is no cure, now, that's known
Scientists have joined the fray
To research and discover
What will take this threat away
Meanwhile there's no pay check
For the low and middle class
They did not bring the virus here
Staying home will break their ass
Many live from week to week
There are many cupboards bare
No savings to rely on
Nothing to eat while they are there
The high and mighty, on the hill
Yes, the Senate and the House
Too busy with their politics
And the things that they espouse
Supposed to be there for the people
Whose money has run out
Must pass a Bill to help them
That's what their job now is about
Bills begin with Representatives
They're the closest to the crowd
They beat their chests and posture
But they seldom make us proud
To get money to the people
Who were told to hunker down
Was the plan when they got started
Their results should make us frown
It was their time to put in pork
Add at least a thousand pages
Lost sight of We the People
Made a Bill that now enrages
Congress gets more money
Abortion has some say
The Center honoring Kennedy
Will get some extra pay
Student loans will be forgiven
Wind and solar power in
With people out there dying
Such acts of Congress are a sin
By the time you read this tirade
The House may have had their vote
Whether it has passed or not
Is not the thing of note
We the People may get money
Then again, well, maybe not
The fighting is not over
For the pork that's in the pot
That the people of the U.S.A.
Always get this run around
Special interest pork is always there
Easier to chew, if it were ground
I dragged this cig, my brain went far gaga,
The same cigarette brand that brought me joy;
A puff, and I slipped into a pooh-Bah,
One short drag became enough to destroy.
My legs wobbled, the world around me spun,
I heaved heavily, yet relief slept still;
The fun I sought had never yet begun,
In its stead, I commenced a mental drill.
As I puffed a new cig to chase a fad,
Deeper curiosity did arouse.
How can a mere cigar torture so bad,
A dream taught me the thought in intense drowse.
Later I learned the cig was laced with crack~
The closest I came being a junkie;
That pal later picked madness in bump's track,
Why I never became a crack flunkey.
Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories
Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat
Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled
Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia flashes past
A time of Innocence and Recall of pure Joy
Collecting from lucky packets from the five and dime store
He cherished his treasures and assembled a wealth of its own
Built a shiny smooth fortune traded with his mates from next door
Never lost sight of his satchel clinking and clonking at every stride
Foundations of Wealth and Possessions
They only had a small space on the floor boards smelling of wax
Polished the wood and their skills on their knees with great care
Rolled the little balls one at a time to get the closest to the wall
Practised side spins straight lines curve balls ingenious bounce
Perfection and Victory held their suspense
But the little buggers appeared to have a devious thrall of their own
Fell into knotholes swerved back to where they had come from
Ricocheted recoiled or stayed idle deviated from inglorious norms
Some disappeared in the pantry just in time for a substandard deviation
Snookered in unintended Diversity
Today he respects outliers and dispersion from a delusive tendency
Cherishes and embraces people and places and different paradigms
Which include eccentricity oddballs and nonconformist dissidents
Finds beauty in a spread of reasons emotions and different drifts
When Loneliness strikes he looks fondly at his Marbles
28th June 2019
I Hear He’s A Loser
I am from the USA
Where it’s okay to be gay
Not that I am, but if they say
That I am, it’s hearsay
Appointed first LGBT
NY third district officially
Congressman George Santos
United for Trump, how he boasts
Serving out his term as Lawmaker
Donations, a big taker
Republican, his shameless fabulism
Denies all fabrication, all criticism
Felonies up to his neck
In without a background check
How did he slip through the cracks?
Finally caught dead in his tracks
He made his own situation dire,
liar liar pants on fire.
I Hear He’s A Winner!
Ron DeSantis is
Florida’s governor and his
Plans for filing with the FEC
To beat Trump for presidency
On May twenty-fifth, he’ll give his rattle
On his intense running battle
Once you are known for lying
Then everything you say is trying
If not, and he wins, we’ll be crying
Let’s see if he passes the loser test
I give him all my best!
DeSantis is known to surprise even his closest allies with last-minute changes. #5
Trump frequently accused DeSantis of neglecting his job as governor -#1
"A really bad politician," Trump said. "Enjoy the trip, Ron!"
To qualify as a loser:
1. He doesn’t have a job or career goals -CHECK
2. He lies about everything - CHECK
3. He uses excuses instead of solutions when something goes wrong - CHECK
4. He has nothing to talk about -CHECK
5. He doesn’t have any friends or family who like him -CHECK
May 10, 2023 · US congressman George Santos, who ran for office on an embellished biography, has been charged with a wide range of felonies including fraud. The 34-year-old LAWMAKER, who has admitted to being...UPDATE Sixth congressman ever to be expelled in the nation's history on 12/1/23.