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the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical,
Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their perfect blazing white teeth
about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream
and shoot the TV
and run out side
Shouting
Stop the world!
I want to get
off this ing crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit
about my attitude problem
It merely shrugs
and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
the universe whispers
in my ear
time to drink more coffee
for an attitude adjustment
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
Positive mental map messages
contain no more sacred information
than appositional negatives not
not yet space/time body/mind
mediating organic territories.
Linear language 2D maps referee
spacetime's not not 4D-embodied referents
4D ecosystems
of organic co-binary living relationships
loving and leaving sunny days
and dark moist times
and pleasing peaceful co-passionate territories
Win/Win thriving
and Win/Lose surviving
dialectically changing re-collective DNA-fractal maps
as synergetic minds
re-experience dreams
re-ligioning
re-connecting
re-weaving
re-generating
re-creatively crowning neurosystemic 2D map ego-minds
and rootsystemic 4D territorial eco-bodies
Curiously exploring
for a more engaging
healthier
richer sacred song
and organic dance liturgy
Flash mob sacred hopes
resonantly thriving not
not fending off worst mass killing surviving
organically dis-organizing fears
dissonant
dissipating angers
triggering past hate crime win/lose rituals
unfolding Earth's dark and stormy
patriarchally misogynistic
too crown-capitalistic
not not dissonantly degenerative
dissociative memories.
Dark divine messages
neurosystemically passed down
through all Noah Arking maps
flowing through rivers
of fertile blood
and fevered crowning brains
Neural root systems
re-connecting ecosystemic pleasure's passion
for therapeutic win/win sacred mystery
de-connecting ego-organic displeasure's dispassioning
win/lose territorial trauma history
reweaving every divinely mapped polynomial thing
as also not
not any humanely co-relational polypathic territory,
every sacred co-binary referee
2D linear mind,
every organic co-relational referent
4D roundly dialectical body
Our territorial relationship history to love
not EitherWin/Or Lose survival
not mapping Both/And thrival mystery's
win/win re-ligious re-dis-cover.
I accidentally let one loose, shoot,
it's going to get embarrassing soon.
For even though it was merely a toot,
it held a stench that oft makes women swoon.
At first, it was somewhat tolerable,
then without warning, it got hard to breathe.
And it soon became intolerable,
as tolerant tempers began to seethe.
The vile smell was slowly dissipating
when I accidentally let one loose.
And this nasty one was nauseating,
it was about time for me to vamoose!
One woman gaged, looking like she might faint,
and a man began heaving up his lunch.
But loudly voicing a vicious complaint,
I deflected fault with a counterpunch.
Of all the indignities, I shouted,
voicing my anger, enough is enough!
And my innocence was never doubted,
as I shamelessly stomped off, in a huff!
(Quatrain)
7/8/2018
The Storms !!!
My young Daughter’s life is in such a mess.
Her aching heart, her soul, in pain, needs a rest.
I know not what to do, or say, just give her my best,
knowing, it is not enough, meaningless, I must confess.
As these mean black clouds, loom, menacingly overhead,
Storms are a brewing, raging, boiling over, instead
of dissipating with compassion and understanding.
The thunder they bring, doth ring out loud
within the accumulation of this black cloud
that only seems to harbour a sad rendering,
beats – with a heavy fist – upon the door
to my brain, pounds with angry passion in my head,
bouncing off the walls of my skull, with ever more
force than I, sometimes, am able to bear
and what I have to look at, listen to instead
should never be a parent’s nightmare, not fair !,
these shards, these flakes, these splinters of lightning
that strike, penetrate deep into the heart – frightening !!! –
as it cuts through and into the very marrow of my soul
as all this pain, all this rage, I have come, only to well, to know.
I know not what to do, for you and me, my Dear.
I know not how to elevate / eliminate all our fear
except, to be the best I can, be a man rising above it all,
empathise, listen and understand, heed the call
and keep on fighting for you, and for your love
give you my unconditional love and keep it above
all the bulls**t that has brought us, driven us down,
taken us round and round on this merry-go-round
ride, confusing what we are and are to each other.
All I would like, you, with all my love, to smother !
B. J. “A” 2
June 28th 2002
Make me a flower delicate and sweet,
spewing fragrance into the blowing breeze .
Make me a violin from whose strings
melody flows to soothe the ailing nerves .
Make me a rain cloud sailing over the breadth
and length of the skies showering cooling droplets
on to the thirsting mouth of the Earth.
Make me a lamp shedding beams of light
dissipating darkness from the mazy depths of gloom .
Make me a vessel full with love to pour out
into all the empty pitchers.
Make me a yacht with sails filled by the wind
that I can ferry the sinking souls to safer shores of life.
Let every atom of my being throb with Thy filling love
Let it spring forth in jets to form the gushing stream
Let many drink from that fountain and taste
the sweetness of Thy nourishing love
Let the land be watered, let the dirt be cleansed
Let the Earth wear a celestial charm
Let the plants celebrate the carnival of colors
In my basket shall I gather many a fragrant bloom
to be offered at your feet with love
and remain squatted in Thy presence ,
not losing in the pageant of this transient life.
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Ann Cooke
Swing by my season, where rosy colors bloom
Dreary storms have left dissipating the gloom
Spring made its debut charming every reason
Where rosy colors bloom, swing by my season
Admire cosmic view when the sky is still blue
Peek deep into horizon where soft winds blew
Looking for a clue searching kaleidoscopic hue
When the sky is still blue, admire cosmic view
Flow with the ocean when winds ride the tide
Floating on horizon where the Swallows glide
Rotating with the earth's synchronous motion
When winds ride the tide, flow with the ocean
Smiling regally you arrive, hearing fervor speak
Leaving behind sad memories aching to peek
Caressing emotions granting love a test drive
Hearing fervor speak, smiling regally you arrive
April 27, 2018
I have a memory-
of going with father to see fireworks
we brought folding chairs and warm blankets
it is a magical recollection
the neighbours gathered with anticipation
it
began
with whistles and flickers flashes and snaps
a continual assault of pretty colors falling
clusters of lights moving
and dissipating
strobes flashes bangs cascading waterfalls
glittering
trailing
projectiles and sometimes quiet glitter
father held my hand
stars hanging in the night sky and drifting slowly
down and then spheres of stars glowing
oh
it is truly
a wonderful memory-
_______________________________
June 7, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/The Firework Display
Copyright Protected, ID 16-798-185-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Fireworks For Me
sponsor, Julia Ward
First Place
Trying to keep up but the load keeps me sinking, everyday a new struggle arise, my strength fail to keep up, the demand so high, running out of breath, while on my knees trying to pray.
Dismantling blows, from every direction, all aimed at fracturing my spirit, but still hope in the unknown, comforting my struggle. Snooping around for help, where none avails, my hopeless persuit.
Thought Earth was fun to be but mountains in my way, keep escalating, sometimes light in my tunnel run off with my strength, look for objects to lean on but all I have are these blade shoulders of mine, all as casualties from my survival war.
Trying to nurse my faith, the pressure sitting in so strong, breath in my lungs delapitates, beeping sound of my pulse, waving in dissipating sequences. This coffin I was brought to Earth in and today is not yet the day I give in.
All I'm is a child of the soil but this soil try all means to consume the last of my least presence, if dust demand me back, never shall my struggle claim this victory
Skies and Eyes
The skies have opened up, they keep on falling.
Upon the retina of the mind’s eye, is the calling
back to memory, times, times one keeps recalling.
How did it all come down to this ?,
wondering why ?, so much of life’s journey, one did miss.
Those moments, long gone, sent off with a soulful kiss.
Strolling upon jagged shorelines, of many forgotten seas,
traversing the depths of thought, thought about life’s mysteries,
that in the end, dew drops dissipating into mists of life’s histories.
Back to that state of cosmic consciousness,
far from all that human kind has made a mess,
of which I am one, this I must confess.
A journey back to Mother Earth and into the Universe,
many find so hard, so words from this bard, in verse
that should take me, maybe you ?, into life, immerse.
B. J. “A ” 2
September 15th 2013
There's an inimical solemnity
dissipating the last day of spring,
I sought solitude from the very beginning,
but this sudden farewell won't depart from me!
Along the solitary roads so shady,
I pick strawberries fragrant and dandy;
these are the gifts of Nature handed out
to grateful hands never allowing doubt!
Gentle butterflies swirl frantically and flapping,
then land not distant from where I'm standing;
I drop some strawberries on the bench as they
taste their sweetness without rush or dismay!
Winding paths with lilies lead me to open meadows
overlooked by celestine skies, here one is truly free
to cavalcade while exploring the awesome wilderness...
when a discovery could turn into an unexpected glee!