Long Daddies Poems

The Sun Is a Liar



It’s been quite some time since I've awoke early enough to meet the sun coming over the horizon. As I gazed out the window from my bedroom window seat, the sky...

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I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried not to retract, 
but after so many tears 
I have...

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Where do we think all this economic and politically empowering
cooperative
nutritional
organically luscious imagination
and ecologically exegetical orthopraxis
started?

George Lakoff speaks of strictly straight stern paternalistic God the Universalist Fathers,
vertically Winning over an otherwise Loser, yet highly competitive, ecopolitical...

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If God
and gods
and other paternal powers
resource love,
and not hate

And if we believe
that love fades
with encroaching fear

Which can overwhelm 
personal
and professional
and economic
and local
through global 
therapeutic,
and not traumatic, 
peace passion experience

And if god
and great paternal rulers
and warriors
and...

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My wife and I were apartment managers for 18 grueling years that rented exclusively to college students, and - though everything I claim here is either disgusting or scary - or BOTH....it’s all true!



Well, it’s...

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Yes, Jose,
this is another love letter
from anthroprivileged me
to LeftBrain dominant you
for multicultural us.

I'm still here
sinking into my deep blue camp chair
with feet resting on a weathered
wooden platform
for my monastic tent

Now folded
and masterfully squeezed into its...

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I’m mad as H E Double Hockey Sticks, flummoxed, and  more than a little scared
Kids are being shot in their own back yards, makes me sick to my stomach
Mommas and daddies taken in handcuffs...

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Unquotable quotes: Fashion modeling with an eye on footballers – XXVII

Isn’t “haute couture” like “cordon bleu cuisine”? Both equally edible? You still have to pull the shrimp scales apart to get at the meat.

What do...

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let me be honest
 i can’t help but do my white girl dougie
and my half assed twerk
when i hear i tight beat
because my mind is hooked 
on hip-hop and this culture 
so stereotyped with hood...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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They stand on territorial waters waiting for the morning to raise; hearts united with the sun and the rain beckoning you to come. You stand between the pinnacles of time waiting for the sun to...

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emotions I feel when I
think about my baby girl
not seeing her on a regular
 bases eats me up everyday
my heart feels like its torn
to pieces,
 the emotions I have is
passion and love berried with
emotions of...

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Living Life

Now I'm living life where life tried to live me.
I'm looking to my future 'cause my past tried to kill me.
Poetry, a strong part of my soul.
The story of my life, it's must be...

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It's  hard to think about now 
as easy as it was then 
It flowed effortlessly like conversation with a life long friend 
I hate thinking about back when 
but love living back then
And I...

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What my Daddy Taught Me

We should never underestimate what our parents are teaching us, either by spoken words, body language, or modeling.  So often,  it is from what they don’t  say that...

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Oddly unsettling,
how The UnHolonic Spirit compels conservative,
defensive feelings
of autonomous ego-righteousness
when we see our physically healthy robust selves
elitely privileged,
maybe even aristocratically WinLose kleptocratic
as short-term necessary
for ego's Business As Usual convenience.

The Yang-expedient violent communicator,
Creator of WinLose GetReal...

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Hello and my name is Claire
I’m twenty three years of age and come from nowhere
When I was young my parents moved around the UK,
Every place we travelled I met friends and had expectations to stay
But...

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How long will this suffrage last?
Painting the dark picture of a darkened past.
My people are supposed to be blessed,
But we are cursed in this foreign land.
My people are supposed to be royalty,
Yet we are slaves.
The...

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Santa’s Responsibility Rap
Loch David Crane 
July 2, 2006

Santa's jolly all year long
	he’s such a happy soul;
but if ya ever cross him
	he’ll put you in a hole.

Santa’s very red and white
	he knows who's good and bad.
His...

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Hustling keep moving
On my ground
Doing my thing
The day is hot 
But I must eat
In the ghetto
Where life is so hard
 
But I got to do 
What I have to do
To earn what it
Takes to survive


Hustling...

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We walk amongst the faithful.
Unknown to human eyes. 
So normal and so human, 
They can't see through our disguise. 
The tears of angels made us 
As they flew down from the sky. 
They didn't want...

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In only a moment of maritime mirth
My ship's maiden voyage was missing at birth
The King's Royal Navy reduced me in rank
By flushing my ship in the place where it sank

I fell in the sea with...

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SENSITIVITY

They’re all ignored by us, but they have feelings too :
A black  gravestone  in  New York, down in the world, 
Recalling its halcyon days as a part of 
The impressive strata ...

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I grew up in the fifties and sixties.
Gender roles were almost absolute
Back in small town Iowa.
Daddies worked. Mommies didn’t.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Dad’s escaped from the drudgery of housework,
homework, cleaning, cooking, laundry, dusting,
gardening, painting, sewing,...

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All About Daddy.

"Mummy where's my Daddy?" I hear my children say,
"Why does'nt he come to visit us,in the night or in the day?"
Does he love me Mummy, and if he does,then why
Can't he come and...

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