Long Company Poems
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..She felt so damn nervous making that call,
and when he picked up she just gushed it all,
he listened quietly, then she asked to meet,
she quickly wrote down the place and the street.
She met him at one of his restaurants,
he looked different now, his eyes didn’t haunt,
he had no gun, just company t-shirt,
but something about him still spoke to her.
She asked him, “Why did you do what you did?
Why risk it all to go and save my kid?
We destroyed your business, threatened your life,
made it clear we hated anyone white.”
He gave a sad smile, and then explained,
“If that’s why you’re worried, I’ll make it plain,
how could I have just let your child burn?
The thought of it just makes my stomach churn.
“He’s a human being, in danger great,
what kind of man would leave him to his fate?
Whatever rage that the mob felt for me
had nothing to do with a child of three.”
Jacinta learned forwards. “You didn’t care
that my people didn’t much want you there?
After what happened, and what we destroyed,
you went to rescue a random black boy?”
“My ‘people’ call themselves American,
and I’m pretty sure that you’re one of them.
Even if you weren’t, I’d still have to go,”
he said,”Such horrors children should not know.”
She felt amazement, and shame more than a bit,
that it took all this to understand it,
she thought ‘color-blind’ had been some quaint phrase,
those were the words that her family would say.
But this man had felt that her son mattered,
even when he had been just a stranger,
and she realized that his life mattered too,
whether black, white, or brown, such people were few.
This one man refuted lies she’d been taught,
her brother’s nonsense had all been for naught,
she saw a good man, wanted to know more,
started talking with him about his stores.
He told how his father had opened the spot
that the mob had burned, she felt her soul drop
on hearing how he’d played in the kitchen,
and chatted when young with those who came in.
She told him of Keenan, where she now lived,
he offered a job, said, “It’s mine to give.”
Soon enough Keenan would play in the back,
and the man smiled, gave him lots of slack,
mostly because he was dating his mom,
Jacinta didn’t stay on welfare for long,
the other workers snickered, she let them,
where would she find such a lover again?
CONCLUDES IN PART V.
Love:
It's so bittersweet.
It can drag you down but also sweep you off your feet.
It's so complicated,
Leaving one mesmerized.
Despite the tears in your eyes you still
believe their lies.
Because you love them, and for the sake of love you will hold on.
Finding yourself crying, and singing to every heartbreak song.
But because were to driven by love it becomes hard to see,
that our love for ourselves is the most important company.
You can't hold on to whats also breaking you down.
Smiling in every face that you see but leaving with a frown.
There comes a time when you have to do whats best for you;
not being selfish, but realizing that you have needs too.
L.O.V.E hey what you striding for?
Take your time with your steps and let him come knocking at your door.
There's no need to rush or be the first in line.
Didn't anybody tell you that the best always takes time.
With love comes patience an each one of a kind,
so don't let one little heartbreak, make you lose your mind.
Learn to be independent and know what you need,
don't worry about a man; you got your own mouth to feed.
Listen close to what your heart is telling you,
because it'll never lie,
even when your mind is consumed.
Each day I find life gets more upsetting
because too often I keep forgetting
the names of loved ones I should remember.
They shouldn't fade like a dying ember,
so I talk to them instead of fretting.
Sometimes I offer them a pot of tea
to show I'm grateful for their company.
"Would you like a scone?" I asked my friend, Kay.
"Yes, Mary. You've outdone yourself today."
Times passes quickly when she's here with me.
I know they're all gone, my used-to-be friends.
Doing all the talking has dividends...
I never have to say, 'good night" or "bye."
No tears as they're leaving to make me cry.
You see, our conversation never ends.
In the daylight, at the window I sit,
passing time with yarn and needles, I knit.
I pretend my old friends are with me here,
letting me bend their interested ear.
I'm not senile; but I have a keen wit.
What on earth did I do to deserve this fate ?
From my insouciance I awoke much too late.
'Tis to Tomi now in exile on the Black Sea
Augustus in his wisdom has condemned me.
Julia's company and that poem where I erred
Removed me from the leisured life I much preferred.
And now my sorry assize I needs must thole
With only my wife's tenderness me to console.
This crude and inclement clime I must now call home
Sequestered so far from my distant beloved Rome.
Surrounded I am by dull furs and guttural sounds
Where in my mind life with bright togas and verse abounds
If I am not to lose my precious muse
Their language I must learn and use.
Caesar hopes me to have metamorphosed
From sophisticate to rude yokel indisposed.
Yet my Epistulae ex Ponto plead for his mercy to contain
Hopes for my return to Rome, though that all looks in vain.
If my poetry cannot soften his implacable heart,
Then perhaps others will appreciate my art.
Enchained as I am in this Hades of a living tomb,
My poetry must transform it into my Elysium.
Where Rome was once my sucus et sanguis,
Tomi must now serve as my grand palace
After they have taken
everything you still have
a stray, unowned patch of sunlight
finding its way in and spending
a little of its time keeping
you company, playing around
your feet.
The things they discarded
on their way out have already
broken into bloom
and even the empty spaces
have become polished pools
waiting for the moon to bathe
its image in tonight.
But don't get too smug.
Tomorrow they'll be back
with a bill for services
rendered by the sun and moon.
Then, just when you think
that will be the last transaction,
they will issue you a bill
for each thought you have,
calculated on gestation time
and its estimated weight.
There will be no escape
other than to become a ghost
incapable of thought,
twitching inside one of their
computers, lost forever
between one and nought.
sun on the hill a hayfield
on an uncle’s farm
my childhood, captured gold
reflections on a placid lake
trees and greenery rise
ripple a silver face
later a song in the air
the summer of love
sgt pepper, a new refrain
an old brick hall
north of central campus
where as a student I find my life
the campanile late at night stilled
oversees a place where paths cross
young lovers find their dreams
a winding road in the countryside
a side trip to nowhere
solitude where time unwinds
in depths of a forest I find myself
a rustling of leaves
nature speaks to me
a hummingbird at arm’s length
we gaze at each other
until the wind takes it away
a fellow writer and I at her farm
in company of horses she keeps
life shared in poetry and verse
lyrics of a love song shared
a waitress refills my drink
in reflections
of other times and places
Home
Dear my lovely friends,
Greetings from parts unknown. I hope you are doing well
I bet that you didn’t expect to hear from me after this long
I apologize for that, as that wasn’t my intention
I was going to write you at my first stop, but I forgot
But there was so much for me to learn there and little time
As soon as I finished learning everything I could there, I moved
So it has been a constant trip for me, learning
Somewhere along the road, writing simply slipped my mind
That doesn’t mean I forgot you
As you were the ones keeping me throughout this journey in spirit
Our memories kept me company on the harsh days
But now that I have finally settled in one spot
I decided to write to you about something
After all this time, I have finally found what I’m missing
I can finally tell you that I found my own happiness
I hope you guys can visit me whenever you are available
I miss you all
Line of inquiry
‘Minus Identity Who am I’
‘What a piece of work is a man!’
……… ………
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust’
(Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act II, scene 2)
From Shakespeare, through Hamlet,
It rings down to generations
And falls heavily in my ears too.
In vain, I attempt to probe into the mystery
Nay, the enigma called man,
Both in the silence of my solitude,
And in the learned circle of friends.
(Fool…! Unable to find who you are,
Can you venture to say who the other man is?)
Man is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious
At once a Satan and an angel
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
Aren’t I different?
Hiding my innards to light, as every other man.
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime!
I wonder what’s true to my being
And what makes me, the real me.
I see contradictions abound in me
And my personality, like an ocean is volatile,
Sometimes tranquil, sometimes agitated
Placid without waves very often,
But at times roaring with billows crashing!
I am openminded, but hide many secrets.
I am instinctively emotional, but mature.
I am an extrovert and feel happy in company,
But I like to withdraw into loneliness often.
I am mostly thoughtful, but tend to overthink.
I act confident but am diffident at heart.
Though satisfied with what I get,
I tend to crave more for the love people give me.
I am a poet and an artist, feeding on the encouragement I get
And stimulated by internal inspiration.
I am never a nosy parker, but curious about things
That pique my interest, be it of people or of the world.
I am a good listener, but need someone to listen to me.
I am easy to get along with, but get easily flustered.
I am compassionate, adjustable, loyal and humble.
At best I am a child of God, but lets the Satan,
Take over me sometimes when my temper rises.
How often, I wish to change myself
Change some of my characteristic traits
But minus my identity, I fear who I will be?
Why is it that I whisper,
to you, my reader strange,
instead of talking, laughing,
to those within my range?
You can see the folly,
of my words crafted here,
I suppose that I seek company,
but don’t spare me a tear!
There’s nothing stopping me right now,
from living with the faces,
who contain, each, thoughts within,
I seek now in their places!
O men are strange and not like me
and it causes me no end,
of turmoil that upsets me so,
and breaks my love of friend.
Why do we seek each other,
when so oft it ends in pain?
Why bother with the quiet curse,
and damp the soul with rain?
I want to do good for them,
but I don’t understand,
for how can they find love for me,
if hearts you can’t command?
Please don’t think I seek control,
I’d lose it anyway.
Disillusioned by my passion,
it is fear that holds most sway.
It’s just I am so weak,
and I don’t want them to know.
What good will it do for them,
or for me when I show,
that though I seek what’s good and right,
I find the task so strange.
The heart cannot protect itself,
nor those within its range.
19 December 2015
If at first you don't succeed
..try sucking something smaller than a seed
A change would make the rest good
Our company is known by the people we keep kept
passed all things, it me its a m, ust
putting commas wherre i w, ant
adding extra r's
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swell that end swell swell
your longs
take a breadth
hold it a second sec
i am the exception to every rool
Britannia andy's seem to be causing waves
Do you think the rich have a bet going
on that they can get anyone into seats of power
C.mon president Kermit
Maybe we were corrupt before the power got us
lets turn this u
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I'd always wish but carefully
i gave my horse a gift
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i have four arms you have been four warned
I do not have a great mind
but i kinda like it
it goes without saying
now is this because there are no words for it
or does a gesture become an action
Nothing new under the sun
this one i like
Out Of site Out Of
mind your step
i think this is your exit