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I've seen Paris
I've seen Greece
I've even seen Venice
money well spent
to achieve divine peace
I've hitchhiked through the desert
walked the Manhattan streets
played imaginary football with cactus
ran a marathon in a city made of concrete
met many faces
let many of them go
turned my back, without looking back
poetic verses now grow.
went to a black and white ball in the hills
played basketball in the slums
partied with many different cultures
hell, that's what makes life fun
I've seen prejudice
and all the pain it brings
I've seen blacks and Jews persecuted
in their favor i choose to sing
I've seen the religious ethics
of churches world wide
heard many sermons, different principles
i will not choose a side
traveled one hundred thousand miles
from coast to coast,
swam naked in the river Nile
invited Ghandi, played his host
I have lived in in the ghetto,
ate my dumplings fried,
spent countless nights at Hilton,
there's a limitless fortune in this mind.
Jared Pickett
10/25/04
Asavvy1
Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.
When you wake up in the morning, with the sunlight on your face
You’ll feel happy and contented, for a new day to embrace.
Your mood will be uplifted, and your happiness profound
you’ll greet the day with laughter, and a smile for those around.
When you see a baby smiling, it just fills your heart with joy
With the giggles of the little girl, and the cuteness of the boy.
The innocence of children, is such a gift beyond compare
The unconditional love they have, is something we should share.
When you walk along the shoreline, with the sand between your toes
You forget your daily struggles, and your worries and your woes.
You see the waves come rolling in, feel the spray upon your face
All your thoughts are pleasant ones, you’re in a happy place.
You can take a stroll through woodland, where things are peaceful and serene
The wind whispers through the treetops the signs of nature can be seen.
You can listen to the birdsong, as they flit from tree to tree
The environment is beautiful, it’s a relaxing place to be.
You can watch the Autumn colours, of the trees that’s all around
You see the different shades of leaves, as they all fall to the ground.
The seasons are now changing, the winter snow will soon arrive
but as you take your daily morning walk, it still feels good to be alive.
So as the winter weather comes, with the robins and the deer
It’s the time for celebrations, as the Christmas time draws near.
The air is filled with joyous sounds, with Christmas carols sung
And the kids are all excited, with their Christmas stockings hung.
These things are here to make you feel good, and all of them are free
Be it walking in a woodland or just looking out to sea.
You can be playing in the sunshine, or walking through the rain
You can reach the feel-good factor, without any of life’s strain.
Last night I heard you
through the walls
crying
and muttering some
It broke my heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Your world is not ours
your understanding
different
confusion is the normal state
it breaks your heart
I had forgotten for a moment
You have been doing so well
making new friends
independent
like everyone else
It healed my heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Life is still overwhelming
and the little things
trigger
major reactions
that break our hearts
I had forgotten for a moment
You still need me to show you
how to express emotion
guiding
through turmoil
of a broken heart
I had forgotten for a moment
Mea culpa
je mi lito
lo siento
I’m sorry
Jscervenka 5/12/15
je mi lito= I'm sorry (Czech)
lo siento= I'm sorry (Spanish)
Written a week or so ago for my son with high functioning autism.
I've started my stand-by diet: a few different fruits each day,
and having repeated it time and again, I feel qualified to say
apples, unless of a rare and crisp nature, are mushy and generally gross.
Halfway into the core of one, I'm still starving and feeling morose.
The diet's mainstay, pineapple, for its fat-burning enzymes revered,
when fresh, is somewhat palatable.
If it's green, though, ones mouth can be seared.
And that popular phallic banana, which when peeled, fast begins to rot:
That one I'll leave for the monkeys though it's garnish for sundaes or not!
Tomorrow I'm finally in for a treat. It's a watermelon to eat.
But for all my thumping to test for its ripeness,
it well could taste flat and not sweet.
Blueberries, too, and cherries are good.
I wish there were more fruits like these.
However, I long to see them all "berried"
‘neath Cool Whip atop cream cheese.
Plums or grapes, frozen or plain, "not bad" until they are dried.
By the time I'm consuming ghastly prunes,
I'll be famished for food that is fried!
Mangoes, too, are on my list of what I must partake.
But (gag me) their texture lends the sensation
I'm swallowing snails or a snake.
I've noticed of late with this regimen, its slimming magic is slowing
as with each precious year's dissolution, my metabolism's lowering.
Next week (so I say) I'll banish forever this obsolete, once-potent "cure".
It long since has extracted from me any craving for food that is pure.
With a dull kitchen knife I took my papaya today and reverently sawed it.
With its flavor lingering there on my tongue,
it struck me it hinted of vomit.
*I'm not a big fruit eater as this shows!! This is a diet I will no longer pursue!
Next I should do a poem on how sickening it gets eating salads day after day.
Jan. 27, 2017 for Jamie Pan's "It's time for hilarious poetries"
1.) An amoeba on the cellular level
2.) A flashlight on the sun
3.) The Colorado River at 2:15 am
4.) Thursdays on the moon
5.) Oxygen....Strike that....We need that
6.) Blank checks when full checks are needed
7.) Cucumbers that begin with Q
8.) Copper
9.) The numbers 25 and 43
10.) The capital of Argentina
11.) Virginity and all her cousins
12.) Empty bottles of fluids including whiskey
13.) The number thirteen
14.) The number fourteen but less frequently and less numerically
15.) The capital "I" in Indonesia
16.) Yellow marbles, (the square ones are fine.)
17.) Root canals and guns, (the kind with bullets)
18.) A shorter list of things not needed
19.) Islands in the Pacific surrounded by salt water
20.) Size 12 army boots
21.) Purple colored foods and oranges of a different color
22.) People with a list of things less needed
23.) People with strings attached
Authors note: The author apologies in advance if anyone did not make the list. He is particularly apologetic to the people of Buenos Aires Argentina, especially those who speak Spanish and visit nearby Montevideo Uruguay on weekends. Though they are less needed they are still greatly appreciated.
The Antique store
Antiques she adored, a relic he was.
She had a special place for art.
Unfortunately it wasnt her heart.
I'm clinging on to the older things
the antiques of our time.
Sometimes they break or get lost.
I cannot replace them,
no one can replace them.
But I'd rather have an antique
than nothing at all.
At least I can say I enjoyed it at some point.
Teach me to make beautiful.
No beauty can I find.
Search me whole.
Tell only what thoughts appear to be mine.
First comings need an exit of least disgrace.
No one wants to be kept waiting.
For then their time might never come.
Trimmed antiques in dusty lace.
A whole world
Begging for
Change
Daring to dream
Endless altering realities
Figuring that the end
Generates a new start
Hinging on the application of
'I'
Just in terms of understanding
Knowledge of the self
Learning about the
Magic inside all of us
Nearing that
Ominous future
Persistent in the
Quest for a better tomorrow
Reach for it!
Stand up for it!
Teach the young to
Usher in their new era
Vestiges of ours gone
Without a second thought
Xenoliths of a different time
Yellowed antiques
Zealous youth to push aside our failures
When you don't need me,
you put me on a shelf
with your dusty trophies
you never really earned,
and antiques
you never took care of.
I'm up front, visible,
easy to reach
at your convenience.
But I know you would rather
take what you need from
your precious china cabinet.
Just know that when you fumble,
when you slip up,
and when you stumble,
your precious china will break.
But I will still be here.
I have gathered all time tellers,
grandfather clocks, alarm clocks, phones, watches -
to tell you that : I have all the time in the world for you.
It might not be the most sophisticated way
to say that I have an ear for listening and a heart for consolation,
but don't be too skeptical with my methods.
Forgive me, maybe, perhaps, if I can't be so bold and concise.
At least, now we've got all these antiques to talk about.
he is a lover of brokenness.
he likes antiques,
collecting little fragments of things.
he hates breaking them,
so he finds brokenness,
fixes it up a little,
takes a few pieces and leaves.
he's already taken a bit of me,
and unless I shatter again,
he'll leave forever.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Watching the world of mankind
I find
So much hate I see
I wish to be free
Justifying the things they do
Doesn't have to be true
Fool
I watch hate tearing the world apart.
Scars across my heart
Casual killing thy neighbor
Words like a saber
Cuts the soul deep
Haunted dreams while you sleep
There sits a momma, I can hear her weep
It's own worse enemy is mankind
I have tried to find
A way to tell them a different way
With the words in which I play
About love
Faith in God above
Kindness is the only way
No one seems to hear
I feel the fear
I feel down to my heart
I want no part
My words are a waste
They have no taste
I'm wasting my time
With words that rhyme
I fear
They fail to hear
Life should be held dear
I have no power with my word
They are seldom heard
I'll step back
Let hate continue it's attack
I don't know
Which way to go
Maybe we don't deserve life
Living for strife
We are wiping ourselves out
Hard to stand stout
A tear falls from my eye
Is love a lie
Seems all there is is hate
My words came to late.
Fire falls from the sky
So many die
For mankind I cry
I can see the smiles all over your face and something is telling me that you have found a new date, what could be so revealing when a new year’s resolution throws you all over the place, you walk by in a hurry with a pleasing personality and there is something so different about you it is as if your long-awaited dreams have come through.
Your spirit is bold, your steps are firm, and you are ready to take on the world. I can’t tell if it’s real because I am viewing it from the side of my computer screen.
Some things look larger than life and what you see on the screen can be very deceiving. I can put on an eye glass on your face, and I can change the color of your race, I can make you look younger and make you look stronger with the technology in my fingers.
I can see your smile evoking pity with the divine and there is something different about you that cause everyone to click when you start a conversation, you have that mesmerizing voice, baked in the spirit of manipulation and if you asked for a wish, I would tell you that you already have it in your dish.
There is something that is different about you that cause me to think, It is the way you maneuver your body when you stand at the kitchen sink, the brief flash back moment you had holding the umbrella and standing next to the natural juice vendor at the street corner.
I kept seeing that image everyday with you holding the mug on the StreetSide and the rats running around in the bushes and the dogs barking in the streets. You can lip sing in South Africa and your voice can be heard all the way in America, you can shout from the back bushes with the same voice and the sound can come out from someone else’s mouth, let the ventriloquist tell you what it is all about, some voices are deceiving not everyone can sing the amazing grace hymn.
More than a century ago when civilization was just getting out, men of valor walked upon the face of the earth searching for an answer; they got it quite alright, but they had to put up a long vicious fight and then they walk around the bewildering town scattering garbage all around trampling the dignity of the city to the ground and the earth began to shake.
I can see the smile on your face, it’s as if you are holding up the entire human race; your heart is big, your spirit is bold but deep down the wounds are festering in your soul.
I sit in a big strange box with strange people,
With only a window to the world I know.
Hearing a name that is not mine:
“Wind, Wind, Wind…”
“Slow learner,” I hear the teachers whisper.
Bring me back to the rocks of my father’s sweat lodge,
I shall count them faster than these silly shapes on this paper!
“Wind, Wind, Wind…”
I don’t respond.
My classmates laugh when I say there are 13 months,
But when I start to describe over 30 different types of birds
They stop laughing and leave me alone. Alone.
Where I already am all the time.
Surrounded by white-washed walls and American values.
“Wind, Wind, Wind…”
They would say now, put down the scissors.
Curled lockets of my black hair cascade down around my feet.
You’re making a mess, they’d say.
But aren’t you happy now?
My hair is cut.
My culture shed.
My name is Wind, which is a lie and your idea.
And I’m a “slow learner,” which is a lie and your idea.
As my father told me, when they look at you
They mistake a basket of gifts for an empty glass.