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10/9/17
More houses
More boundless
More guns
More funds
More drugs
More plugs
More liquor
More, get the picture?
More logic
More and more profit
More of that
More A.S.A.P.
More gas
More cash
More in my glass
More before I pass
More wax
More racks
More in my cup
More of that stuff
More tabs
More dabs
More jars
More cars
More bars
More decks of cards
More yards
More of living large
More of taking charge
More paths being carved
More firearms
More tools
More jewels
More shoes
More booze
More clothes
More homes
More love
More of all of the above
When did the world change?
Hippies danced by the thousands
Protesting war waged for another land
Not to protect our country
To help a country a half a world away
Music helped spread the word
Words about peace and caring
Songs of the honest feelings of the young
Influenced by drugs
Their visions widened
Seeing the truth behind all of the lies
They screamed to elders locked in their ways
Politicians paid to create wars
The President watched Americans die on TV
While he ate stuffed pheasant and fois gras
The sounds of clinking glasses
Drown out thousands of voices
They only heard money and power
Influence and corruption
Not the death screams of American soldiers
Forty years later
The story is the same
The politicians are the same
Greedy, power hungry vampires
More American soldiers are dying
Their blood flowing on Iraqi sand
The politicians feed big business
Big business feeds from the soldier’s blood
Yet, no one says a word
There are no hippies
No songs of protest
This time there is no conscience.
No independent thought
No one cares.
AN EMPTY SOUL
Let me take the wine, I thought,
And when I’m drunk, my burden will be gone,
I got drunk, and did what I did,
I lamented it later, when I got sober,
The wine left me miserable, miserable than before.
Let me have the music, I thought,
It will fill me happiness, and sadness will be gone,
I got the music, and danced and danced,
And when I could not have anymore,
I was left lonely, lonely than before.
Let me have the money, I thought,
All my tribulations will be gone,
I toiled and moiled, till I got enough,
And in exchange for the money I got,
I lost my little happiness, happiness that I had before.
Let me gather friends, I thought,
They will give company to my lonely soul,
I got as many as I could, from all places I could,
But soon, they turned into fiends,
And I was left lonely, lonelier than before.
Let me have drugs, I thought,
They will fill me, and make me feel good,
I took the best I got, and turned an addict,
But before I knew, my head was gone,
I was left unreasonable, unreasonable than before.
Let me find love, I thought,
It will give warmth to my heart,
I got all the love I could, loving with my whole heart,
But soon the love grew cold, I was hurt,
I was left cold, colder than before.
Let me get the job, I thought,
It will fill my emptiness, it will be my companion,
I got the job, and worked my way to the top,
And even at the top, I still felt incomplete,
I was left unsettled, more unsettled than before.
What am I seeking? I wondered,
Happiness, joy, love or solace for my heart?
Whatever it was, I sought it everywhere,
Whatever I got, filled me only for a moment,
But I never sought these in myself, neither did I in God!
ONLY GOD CAN FILL OUR SOULS.
HANSEL AND GRETHEL*—A FRACTURED FAIRY TALE
Poem written for and submitted to “The Seed of Fear Poetry Contest,” Jami Patterson, sponsor, August 5, 2025.
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In the great city where towers scraped the sky,
lived an accountant with taxes too high.
His fingers trembled over empty ledgers,
scary times calling for drastic measures.
No longer in democracy did his country embrace
personal freedoms left without a trace.
The economy did falter
most everyone, including him, lived in squaller.
His wife sighed, "Oh, what shall we do?
Our cupboards are bare, our dreams bid adieu.
No bread to share and not enough food
for Hansel, Grethel, you, and me. We’re screwed!”
“There's a camp on city’s outskirts,” he did say,
"where the broken, lost, and weary can stay.
There we can live free on government aid.
So, dear wife, not to worry, for everything will be paid!"
“We can’t go there!” she said, her voice filled with dread.
"We shall not seek where the lost souls are led,
in a camp where the government with us its taxes has bled
offering breadcrumbs to our children instead."
Hansel, with his innocence, clutched his mother’s skirt.
Grethel, with wide eyes and a sweet voice, filled the air with mirth.
But with heavy hearts, they packed up their toys and possessions~
no more yearnings, no more hunger or worries, only depression.
The night was beastly cold, hope worn thin.
The stars watched Hansel and Grethel’s struggles begin.
The camp, a frightening place, was filled with sorrow,
no more dreams of a bright, better tomorrow.
Personal freedom was bartered for fear;
drugs and violence were always near.
Curfews, rampant theft, socialism, and criminal infestation
took hold in our once great nation-now the land of desperation
*Note: "Hansel and Grethel is a German fairy tale collected by the Brothers Grimm and published in 1812. It tells the story of two siblings who are abandoned in a forest by their stepmother and encounter a witch who lives in a house of candy." (Wikipedia.com)
Man-made drugs
Induce an altered state
A psychedelic paradise
Of euphoria
A burst of colors
Impaired reality of dreams
A fix of blissful forgetfulness
Married to ecstasy
What need have I of these?
When I have you
My drug of choice
I will not touch any of the others
But you, I long to touch…
To feel you under my fingertips
To caress before I ingest
And let you posses...
Every way I can have you is good…
I inject
Inhale
Take you in orally
Taste you laced with everything
Under my tongue...
There…ah….there….it begins
I start getting high….
Climbing and climbing
My roller coaster rocketing high
On your words
On the scent of your emotions
On the presence of you in my mind
Who could ever find
A more wholesome or better stimulant...
Yes, you stimulate every part of me
You excite me
Make me delirious
Bring fire to my veins
Drive me insane
Make me oblivious to the pain
Leave me wanting more than the time before
Wanting a larger dose of you
More dangerous
More hallucinogenic
Unaware of my surroundings
I climax on this induced trip
You….my drug of choice
The drug from which
There is not even an iota
Of hope for rehabilitation….EVER...
Every cell to my very core is under your control
I want you coursing in my blood
Flooding my brain
FIX AFTER FIX AFTER FIX
More often…more intense…longer…stronger…
What drug can compare to you?
My ever present addiction…
Opiate of my obsession
Drug of my choice….
YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Was struck by a bolt of inspiration on this one! :)
Belt it out with Amy Winehouse…..”They wanted to take me to rehab, but I said ‘NO, NO, NO’.” ;) When I teach my students a rule or so in grammar, I say, for example, "Can you use a comma to join two independent clauses? Is it enough punctuation?" Then, in answer, I belt out with Amy..."NO, NO, NO!" They laugh!
I climbed the highest ladder,
To see what I could see;
I saw my fellow countrymen,
Living in poverty
I climbed up even higher,
Embracing open skies;
Murder, death and bloodshed,
Appeared before my eyes
I saw a ruling power,
The middle class shrank to poor;
Powerful wars and conflicts,
Were standing at our doors
I saw hungry children,
Here, on our native soil;
Only the rich grew richer,
Thriving on the wealth of oil
Greed crept upon the land,
Like thieves in the night;
They took away our liberty,
To strengthen their own might
Those who fought in wars,
Their victories spelled defeat;
Many returned as heroes,
Only to wander the streets
I climbed above the highest clouds,
Beyond where eagles soar;
Our social security famished,
No healthcare for the poor
Drugs polluted our communities,
While terrorists stalked their prey;
Children spat on their elders,
Sunny skies were turned to gray
I saw an exchange in power,
No yield in government rules;
Technology dined on the obsolete,
Our economy stolen by fools
With fewer days of promise,
Though many years of pain;
The poor are expendable fragments,
Millions are dying in vain
I climbed as far as I could go,
To the depths of the galaxy;
I saw a new beginning,
With Christ eternally
The poor and oppressed were equal,
While no man ruled in heaven;
I saw love beyond the ladder,
And peace among our brethren
Hello my name is Tobias I am sixteen years old.
I’ve been a little bit naughty, but I always did what I was told.
My Daddy was my hero, I sure miss him now that he’s gone.
He got sick from cancer, and last year he passed on.
I have three younger sisters and a mother who doesn’t care.
She finally stopped using drugs, but she still doesn’t want us there.
We’ve been split up in the system, there wasn’t a family that could take us all.
I haven’t seen my siblings, since that dreaded night last fall.
Put yourself in my shoes, please try and comprehend.
I no longer have a home, my family or my best friend.
Now you know my story, when you pass me out on the street.
I am my father’s son, alone I stand on my own two feet.
*This is a true story about one of my wife's foster children*
She is a Social Worker for Foster Care
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When your down and out and no one seems to care
When the only thing positive is fear and despair
When the angels have left and the devils grinning
And the only thing ahead of you is pain and sinning
When the good life then heaven is your goal
Just fight as hard as you can and hold onto your soul
When drugs and drink have you by a grip
And love and happiness is all you want to sip
When bills and a tough job has got you down
When the one who loves you doesn’t’ want you around
When you family is estranged and fallen apart
When everything hurts including your heart
When the good life then heaven is your goal
Just fight as hard as you can and hold onto your soul
When it’s the last amen or the final down
Break out into laughter smile do not frown
When it’s your last breath do not cry
Wave your fist in the air say never to goodbye
Live a full life capture moments in a net.
Don’t worry about everything as a regret
Life’s hard you stumble you fall
Know matter how much you know you will never learn it all
When the good life then heaven is your goal
Just fight as hard as you can and hold onto your soul
The wear and tear of my past experience
has ravaged my spirit, body and soul
Now my life is a mere shallow existence
with a deep longing to be made whole
I was caught in the beauty of your charm
and savouring its full pleasure was my goal
Now I experience a deep sense of alarm
at the loss of my feeling of control
But with my own inner resolve and firmness
and the strength I can get from other avenues
I must overcome this sense of helplessness
and move on to live my life as I choose
The phoenix bird burns itself to ashes
whenever it becomes worn out with age
And from those ashes a new phoenix arises
and starts a fresh life cycle on a new page
Scorched and burned by my actions of the past
and having learned from the anguish and pain
I also will rise from those ashes at last
and move on afresh with my own life again
(To those dealing with addiction – drugs, alcohol, etc.,
and also a broken heart)