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There is a strange cool breeze blowing from the East and
it is telling me that the journey is complete.I have to
put on my Sunday best before I journey to the West.
The strange sun heat is circulating around the galaxy
with a message that makes me feel extremely unhappy
It is crossing from border to border and it is creating
a mysterious disorder.The beaches are getting hot
and the sun is burning their backs.There is no need to go to the
beach you can get a tan before the day is complete
I just wonder what is going on in the air, something
is happening that is causing me to fear
The sun is falling, the heat is raising and the people are swearing
Hot backs, hot frocks, and hot stockings hanging
on the door steps.
The people are moving about, and they began to shout
You can hear the agony in their voices
And the broken melody when they sart to sing,
they are standing on the bridges
And they are crying out for mankind's sin
The futile tale of the banana boat lining upon
The shore while the scorching heat is tearing up its
sails before they cross the rails.It batters
against the wind, with broken sails held together
by six inches nails, cords and strings wraped around
them while destiny creeps slowly around the bend.
The sky stands still and the heavens crys and
forward a woeful sigh.The seagulls have
Disappeared and the mountain stand bare
with a rythm that is very hard to imagine
They tell me to dance before daylight goes out
They tell me to dance before the ocean starts
to shout they say to dance when you are in doubt
The sun heat is creating havock in the street
And the traffic is creating a miserable sound and
black birds in the trees are dancing around to
the honking horns and chaos in the street
The trees are perishing in the heat and the
Fish are burning up in the sea, the dessert sun is
getting stronger and the universe is getting bigger
Heaven is weaping around the corner and the
open river bed is waiting patiently for mercy
To fall into its woeful gut.
The heaven is wrapped up into the sun
And the villian is on the run.
Grilled Cheese Hold The Memory
By: Judge Burdon
If I only knew what you were thinking
I'd feel warmer against the cold
Than with my coat
Avoiding the words I've heard
Crying out to be spoken
Regretting the letters I never wrote.
Sure has been quite a while
since I've seen you last
How the years they've passed us by
The tears we've cried have long been dried
Things have changed they always do
We're both different now
It doesn't matter anyhow
Tell me how've you been
Still smiling I guess permanently
Hope that smile is for me
I've been living out west in Tucson
Ya know fun in the sun
Just getting by but not by much
No bad times although still don't have a dime
to my name
Chicago hasn't changed it still seems the same
You say they had a lot snow in Wisconsin
It gets oh so cold and the wind it blows
so damn hard
I'm still smoking and playing guitar
But I'm not getting far
So tell me did you find that special someone
Who you would make sure
to be nothing like me
I know l made a mess of love
Like dirt l swept it under the rug
To be forgotten
Thanks for the great grilled cheese
Oh how we survived on these
Every time I eat one it brings back fond memories
Of you know back then
Another cup of coffee then I've got to run
That's such a good line especially at this time
Don't say we'll keep in touch or how much
you've missed me
Just stopped by for your famous grilled cheese
And a broken memory that can never be.......
In the presence of all to see, her world turns
and runs red with the blood of her children:
Blood flowing like a wandering stream.
The bloated bellies of surviving youth
mock aborted pregnancies of liberty;
and her once luscious breasts now sag
in union with the sinking faces of lost hope.
Lost hope---disappearing like solitary
ghost smoke of abandoned fires;
abandoned fires---dying in waning time.
Hollowed red eyes of fleeing lovers look backward
onto the wholeness of nothing---smiling death
sitting and waiting on the coming feast.
Though the heartbeat of hope struggles
through the valleys of shadows of death, she
must yet believed that God has not forgotten her;
Indeed, it’s yet believed that in the midst of the ethnic genocide
in her Dante-like hell, this wretched mother---clinging to time
and its history---will once again experience the restoration
of her Pan-African unity and great African glory.
A great glory of continental liberation
sown in the brave hearts and liberated minds
of her children who---scattered throughout her lands
as well as in Diaspora---will eventually bring to fruition.
Remember, wherever you are, Mother Africa is;
and you’re indeed, her liberating children---
Umbilical bound to restore her collective glory.
The sun has already gone down and there are no more places to roam
The kitchen is closed and the deal is on the road, take it or leave it even if you don’t believe it but this is the final card to play and destiny will have its way.
I gave you my word far more than what you deserve, I will take the responsibility to make sure that you are happy, I will give you all that you need if you accept my deal, the universe is jealous of you and they have all deserted you, sending you back to live in rubles and erect flimsily tents, on munitions time bomb and booby-traps to cut up your backs, oh what woeful pain, they are all insane, You will never get out out of that trap if you go back.
The winter is not yet done and ice is forming around the sun and when the rainy season comes, you will drown in the mud. The trucks will stop coming and aid will slowly disappeared and malnutrition will appears. It sound like a crazy plan but no one has a better one, you have got to take it or leave it and let nature approve it.
This is the only card left to play, so don’t stand in my way, this is the only card to play so let me have it my way; take what you can get and the universe will honor the rest, there is nothing to win and nothing to lose, everyone will wear a brand new pair of shoe.
The voices are crying out loud and it makes me wants to shout, what more can I do when the burden is on you, I know exactly how you feel so allow me to make your life real, just trust what you see and it will set your conscience free.
This is the final card to play so let me have it my way .
What more can I say?
Part 3 of ? in an unfolding Denizens series
Spring came; Penelope left with a company,
bodyguard, chambermaid, there at her side.
Ten days of travel now lay there before them:
the passage maintained well, the way open, wide.
For six days, the journey was most uneventful.
Then the air thickened, felt heavy to breathe.
When they made camp in the moonlight at nightfall, the
sounds of the forest disturbingly seethed.
Guards were dispatched all around the perimeter;
sentries, no issue, for nobody slept.
Then, in the morning, dim, gray and quite overcast,
what was before them was hard to accept.
Though none could prove it, the clearing felt smaller, and
there was no evidence forward or back;
of the trail they had been traveling eastward on:
briars and brambles now, thorny and black.
Two of the guard stepped up, withdrew their broadswords and
labored to cut a way farther ahead;
others were scavenging downed trees and branches to
throw on the bonfire to hold back the dread.
As to what happened next, none could be certain. One
moment, our two knights still hacked a way clear.
Then, though none saw it, there was a loud rustling, and
muffled cries trailing, as though far from here.
For a brief moment, before their way closed back in,
wizened and old, a man leaned on his staff,
then like a panther, he bounded off, crying out
like some strange bird: a maniacal laugh.
With little fanfare, the forest just swallowed them,
Tilted its head back and opened its maw.
Cat-like, a beast sprang forth, straight at Penelope;
That was the last thing the rest of them saw.
(To be continued)
part 1: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/denizens_prologue_-_1_1445556
part 2: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/denizens_beginnings_-_2_1445687
The moment is finally here
When we have something to share
And I can feel a sudden tension flowing in the air
The evening is dry and long with its arrow
And they are getting ready for the song
The patrol police is walking around with long guns
Looking for the thieves all over the street
The birds are flying across the grey clouds
And the evening is crying out very loud
They are moving around in a unifying motion
And they are flying silently to the west
A long line of them just flew over my head
What on earth is going on ?
Maybe they are going to bury the dead
The traffic is rolling in and the night is very dim
Big trucks, fire trucks, bread vans and police vans
Driving up and down the frantic street
The weather has tightens its belt and
And grey clouds suddenly change to night
The town is just feeling the new year's weight
And many things are out of date
I dig deep to search for something inside
But all I felt was complete emptiness
I tried to reach out for the
Gods but they too are feeling sad
And for that split moment
My body starts feeling hot and I knew
That heaven is watching my back
I looked on the people’s face
And I could see a touch of humility flowing in
But some faces void of expression
No quarreling, no complaining
They are just walking
They seem to be going somewhere
But they are not going anywhere
They are walking straight into their destiny,
They don’t know the next move
And some of them look quite confuse
Oh, I forget it is Friday
And the week is almost done
And the new year is on the run
I was hoping to have some fun
But one year is spilling into another
And there is no direct order
The story has just come alive
And the cars are lining up on Kings Street
They are coming from the East
With eyes positioned on the beast
It is Friday and the night is on the run
Catch it before it slips away from you.
I have made a solemn vow that I would not spend my fourth Christmas in this grave yard but from all indication my shadow is running all over the place and my one and only friend is trapped in an unfamiliar embrace. It is hard to express how I am feeling but something has left me dry, empty and reeling.
An unusual current is circulating in my belly pulling my muscles apart and draining my spiritual energy. It’s electrifying, it’s resounding and it is conforming.
It is the feeling you get when some things are out of place and you are boxed in a corner with the walls pressing on both sides and something from inside is choking the daylight out of you and your only refuge is to cling to the ceiling and listen to the silence as it creeps slowly towards the heavens.
And then the old minstrel gathered around looking for a crown that was not to be found and the grey hound’s crawling on its belly with eyes affixed on the stone begins to groan and moan.
The pigeon is flying high in the sky, it is carrying a message bidding the scavengers goodbye while the cardinal rises from ground and disappeared underneath the clouds.
I can still hear your voice ringing out loud in the street and I can your face on every bill board in town and I can see your feet dancing on the sandy shore and your spirit is crying out for more. Someone believes that I am not human and kept wondering how I could endure this for so long but I tell them that it’s just because of you why I am holding on.
I want to climb to the top of the mountain with you and hold the torch together and light up the world with our faces and travel to unknown places and build castles for all races. Take me out of this grave yard now!
A great burden is lifted off my head
A day ago I thought I was dead
My spirit was hurting my soul was aching
But the lights in my car reminded that I was alive
I kept going and pretending to be cool
But I could not deny this undesirable mood
From whence did this feeling appear
It must have been connected to a soul who is so dear
I was up and about the entire night
Listening to every fight and contention
Piecing together a master plan
To escape from this dirty stinking land
I could see every action and hear every sound
and even the worms stirring in my neighbor's belly
crying out for food they must have been hungry
But today something spectacular happen
I drove to the park in the boiling sun
looking for a place where I could have some fun
I walked along the dusty track and climbed over a fortified
fence and sat down on a bench beside the river
For a moment everything was quite except for the
cardinal and its companion squeaking on the other side
I tried to take its picture but it glanced at me and flew away
I left my keys on top of the bench and sat on a rock by the river
The water was crystal clear and I could see everything far and near
I started to hum a familiar tune and all of a sudden
A school of fish swam towards me listening
They lifted my broken spirit and kept my company
The more I sing the more they gather
It was a miracle in this hot weather
I know that fish respond to music
but not a voiced sound that was so loud
I have had a similar experience before
While picnicking with friends by the lake
My German friend played the flute so well
attracting hundreds of golden fish to the shore
But today it wasn't the flute that brought them to the surface
They heard my voice and it touched their soul.
That life is a struggle, there's no denying
when the distance between light and dark
is just one misstep across the boundary line
Problematic for mankind since time began
Prompted by the reminder of crows flying
I have need to heed his words in the great book
There's truth there to find courage and strength
Armor and shield to prepare me for the fight
In chapter and verse I found it when I searched
for the way out, a way to escape the sea of madness
I pray not to get lost in the dark swells I abhor
It's the only way to assure my soul's salvation
Ravens roost there, in a forest of leafless trees
where damnation spills its virulent seeds
There, in the shadows of the valley of death—
like carrion for the picking, is how they see me
Blackguard avians wanting to spread their disease
Beady eyes following me as I walk through the mist
Waiting like vultures for me to take my last breath
To save myself from plight of battle and eternal death
I pray to defeat the demons crying out for me,
concentrate on the consciousness of mind over matter
and denounce the thought of "What will be, will be."
I must avoid the darkness for in its shadows, sings
the ruthless caws of ravens, fluttering their black wings
I've come to despise the sound of their beastly cries
Behind me the sound arises again, that baleful cawing
and ominous sight; the murder of crows taking flight
Overhead, they squawk a challenge with talons clawing
but I will face the soulless demons that tyrannise me
To their offers of temptation, I vow never to succumb
for a sin it would be to forsake my will to remain free
I‘d been staying with pa - my folks got a divorce
and pa took me to the local greyhound course
Pa’s greyhound was running, he runs very fast
He’s called Pterodactyl, pa’s dog never comes last!
I stayed in the stalls, it was pouring with rain
and our ‘Terry’ was winning again and again
I’d an essay to write on Catherine of Aragon
So I worked studiously while the racing was on
At the end of the racing my essay’s all done
Pa comes to fetch me saying come along son
The mutt is so hungry and wants to be fed
it chews up my homework - I wish it was dead!
I’m hopping with rage, I’m crying out loud
there’s such a commotion I draw quite a crowd
I’ve no time to re write it so I know my fate
I'll get a detention, homework cannot be late
My strict history teacher is called Mister Gorey
and he will not believe my shaggy dog story
But my story is true, yes it’s totally factual -
my homework WAS eaten by our flaming Pterodactyl
* A shaggy-dog story a long joke that has an intentionally silly or meaningless ending
My homework was eaten by a flaming Pterodactyl
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01/20/21