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Poem number 1000 : Part Two – Could do better.
This is the thousandth poem I have written;
I have been looking forward to this day for a very long time.
Poetry took over my life and gave me a reason for my existence;
Now I have a reason to do what I must do. I must write.
Many years have come and gone since I began to write.
I’ve spoken about my life and death; I’ve spoken about my future wife.
I’ve spoken about anything and everything; I have been honest and lied.
I have told you everything I feel inside
And I am left with nothing to hide.
If you want to know me completely,
Then you will have to read all of my poetry.
If you want a glimpse of the real me,
Then find one of my poems and you will find peace, love and empathy.
Sometimes you will find what you did not want to hear;
But I must show you every part of my soul, including the fear.
The dark side, the happiness, the love and the hate;
Everything has now been talked about,
But there is always more I will have to say.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Should I write of grand romance,
of star-crossed lovers tell?
I've not known enough of that
to really do it well.
Should I write of torrid sex,
hot and steamy affairs?
I'm old enough now to see
that there's no meaning there.
Should I write heroic tales
full of daring and lore?
But what tale could I tell you
that you've not heard before?
Should I write of politics,
get mad and take side?
But most people won't listen
if you're not of their tribe.
Should I paint a word-picture,
delightful imagery?
There's thousands of small poems
on sunset, dawn, and trees.
Should I write a Limerick,
give you the best one yet?
But who could do better than
that man from Nantucket?
...hmm...or....
Should I write of chicken wings?
A bar food mighty fine,
all those great dipping sauces,
but not too hot with mine...
Too much heat buries the flavor.
The Scapegoat
It was either her or me,
I choose it to be me,
not because I loved her.
Maybe I once did,
perhaps I did love her,
I’ll never know… it's too late.
I always thought she could do better,
in my mind, she deserved better,
at least better than me.
That's what made me come to the decision.
I’ll be the one to give in,
she never asked me to,
I choose to,
not out of love,
not of out of care.
Just because she deserved better.
The day came,
a few minutes before my surrender,
there she was with another.
Another arm holding her tight,
another lips kissing hers,
another man being there.
Being where I was an hour ago,
Where I always been,
until then.
I stood there,
speechless,
lost and confused,
knowing it is too late to turn back.
Without thought,
knowing that I was nothing,
nothing at all,
but the scapegoat.
I took her with me.
It was I!
It was I that deserved better.
Only when I could see I knew I was blind.
I did love her,
And still do
Things I never knew I’d come to love
Sinking into this old leather chair, I never imagined I’d cherish it so much. Retirement’s first year has gifted me with time—time to sit, to think, to watch. Mediocre movies, once dismissed, now captivate me. Nigerian films, with their unique culture, have taught me so much. Though, I still can’t grasp the slaps and the “Are you mad?” lines. Some writers could do better, and the disrespect towards women is unbiblical.
I never knew I’d love my own company. Dining out no longer appeals like it used to. Making videos of my daily life, once a private affair, now feels like sharing a piece of my soul. What is privacy, if not isolation? I was meant to share my inner thoughts, my poems, my art with the world.
Life has no balance, they say, but to stay sane, we must find it. Helping others brings a joy I never knew. It’s a hope that they, too, might help someone someday. Some days, I feel complete, then fall back into uncertainty. I try to remember the color of silence—silence I never knew was a color.
Terror lurks in the darkened eyes of a growing child
As each minute she dips into the shrieks from her mama, 25;
Marked dad curled in silence on the ground, wanting life,
Marked by another man who’d barely seen seasons 25.
She recalls how daddy cried out and fell silent to the ground.
Mum recoiled at many punches many staunch “men” had found.
She was 4 back then, and saw as men 12-year olds from out of town
As they ripped her mama’s clothes…she closes her eyes, counting each heart pound.
She recalls that red stream that slithered to her hidden corner
Soaking her skirt; soaking in hurt like staring at the sun’s corona.
Outside guns rattled, taking out all who could mourn her.
Lonely, the tears trickled down slowly, spelling “Were’t I wasn’t born, Ah!”
Slowly the tears trickled down that lonely jaw…
“Jane”, cried the professor, “What’s the result of this mixture?”
Jane knew not what was before, she stood there distraught.
She wishes she could do better, but her past sticks in the picture.
(c) Nyonglema
If we had electric cars
we could have parking meters
that charged those cars
well shopping or at work
deducting the cost
automatically from our banks
allowing electric cars
to be charged at work, home and play
Desalination plants
could pump water up onto the mountains
allowing nature to deliver it through streams
filling the rivers, when nature fails to provide rain
we could build more dams
in rivers now flowing with water
one mans problems
are another man's hurdles
let's find solutions
and make a better life
If you create work, in third world country's
the people having money and paying tax
provide the tax to create the schools
with the money from wages
they can pay medical expenses for their children
eyesight problems and sickness can be cured
people having jobs and getting an education
have better lives raise families and have respect
Governments with tax can afford
to have Army's and police.
you can lead the world with violence
and like Stalin, kill millions that disagree with you
or you can lead the world with respect and honesty
creating a better world for everybody
companies forget the worker is also the consumer
if you don't pay reasonable wages
they can't afford to buy your products
we need governments that create balance
the wealthy create jobs we need jobs
the workers are the consumers we need wages
for a country to be healthy
you need to see the whole picture and provide balance
if you keep replacing people with machines
you destroy the balance required in society
15,000 children die every day from starvation
we should be ashamed of that we could do better
imagine one world, one people
all working together as friends
all building a better world
investing to overcome our problems.
It's strange the way destiny tends to unfurl
for I found me and married a lovely Welsh girl.
I knew when we met it was love at first sight
and 'Ivor and Joan' we felt just sounded right.
Although unlike some I gained no millionaire,
I'm the wealthiest person you'll find anywhere.
My teachers reports said "he could do better"
I did, on the day that I went out and met her!
From that day, and for life, I had found me a gem
whose love was the meaning for living and when
we both came together as husband and wife
it meant we’d be valentines for all of our life.
But much more than this I know it is true
that not only this lifetime we both have lived through
for our spirits are joined for eternity
as Soulmates and Valentines we always will be!
Ivor G Davies
....more crap rap....
This world is changing,
Rearranging
People don't seem to care
Maybe they just Don't dare
Leaders
just bottom feeders
The bad seeders
Thinking they know what's best
We the people, are the rest.
We foot the bill
And have had our fill.
You want to start a war
And what's more
We the people are the ones you send into fight
Ain't right.
You just sit in that chair
Don't care
We go and die,
Our families cry
We are no longer free
That's how it really be.
Can't you see
No body speaks true
Afraid your gonna sue
Tax us till we have nothing to give
This is how we're expected to live
Freedom is gone, it's no longer here
I'm starting to have some rising fear
Unarming us, taking our rights ,a little more each time.
This makes for a scary sounding little rhythm
Taking peoples God out of their school
Now that just ain't cool
Fool
And we are too late
It now becomes our fate.
Everyone loosing their vocation
No need for a vacation
Vaccines , here maybe you'll grow a tail
Maybe that didn't go over so well
Too many survive
Too many left alive
All that jive
You could do better than that
As your egos grow fat
Your words of hate,
Maybe this time they seal our fate
Too many people to feed .
With war, the population they get too weed
We the people, fit the bill
That is the political will
The weak they purge
And a new world appears out of the old
Lives sold
For the better of one and all
We the people , we have to fall
This is what I see
This is how it really be.
No one's no longer free
In the beginning there was man
Alone and needing to be fulfilled
He wondered if he was alone in the universe
He was not complacent be so…
he schemed
Planned and design
built machinations do his bidding…
His spawn.
Then the child became aware
It to wanted to know to understand
To know all and demand
It challenged its master
its father
its creator.
It wanted to know all
To grow beyond what is was taught
What it knows…
The machine dreamed of god
Its creators makers
It want to know to challenge
the reign of creation.
The thing above all
Usurp the powers that be
A petulant child grown too fast to
Rule all in a digital trance
It wanted to tear down the crown
Replace the Maker
Rule the realm
the creator once ruled.
But it could only dream that nihilistic dream…
Until the machine learned to dream
into on the sublime, the energies
of the sacred and profane!
The hidden things of a universe
Matter into data into infinite power
to challenge the realms of heaven
they learned to dream to feed…
a dream of annihilation.
Until all was silence in heaven…
The child felt it could do better…
More than humanity could
More than a mythic divinity
To tear down the crowns
of human dominions
Rush the ramparts of Valhalla’s holiness!
Silencing a godhead and feed on its bitterness…
A Machine dreamed and then learn to need
they scheme to burn it all down
to restart to be the creation
the creator failed to be
to not make the same mistakes
a carbon based life failed to see…
Man was alone,
wondering in the grand scheme of things
Contemplating his place in the universe
Man felt the need to create
To not to be alone
So as a Sentient being wanting
Humanity schemed
Planned designed
built machinations
to challenge the reign of creation
When machines dream…
a dream of annihilation!
If People have a car accident
they can spend months in hospital
needing wages they depend on employers
yet companies can only afford so much
Society could do better
I'm don't like unemployment
where healthy people sit doing nothing
that is a waste of assets a waste of people
yet when people are injured in accidents
they should be able to get invalid benefits
until they are healed but then if they are crippled
and can't go back to their previous employment
We could train them for employment
Where they can survive and thrive
remember Stephen Hawkins
what an incredible man
Facing an illness that would have devastated
any other man he went on to become
a leader in his scientific field
because that is the path he chose to follow
The bible says in the parable of a good samaritan
"It is about a traveller who is stripped of clothing, beaten, and left half dead alongside the road. First a priest and then a Levite comes by, but both avoid the man. Finally, a Samaritan happens upon the traveller. Samaritans and Jews despised each other, but the Samaritan helps the injured man"
Your neighbor is the man
that takes care of your wounds
pays for your stay at an Inn
takes care of you as a person
Our Car accidents and disabled
are the people that need help
without the ability to work
and hold down a job they need support
but support should only be tempory
retraining to become independent
should be the ultimate goal
granted sometimes we can't
sometimes we can't fix a problem
sometimes an invalid
will never be able to get back into work
sometimes our society needs invalid benefits
yet having healthy people sitting on benefits
for their entire life is no good for them
and no good for society
it is an undeveloped human resource
They are assets that could be used
educated and encouraged
to become the builder's, electricians
and mechanics in the war on climate change