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An unexceptional person in every way
was Jeffrey Jonathan Jay
His smile as bright as a mostly cloudy day
he liked to be called “JJ”
School wasn’t for him, he didn’t stay
got a job in a fast-food place, ‘Taco-Ole’
Drifted from town to town, slept on piles of hay
by thirty, his hair was turning gray
Met the love of his life, a girl named Mae
their affair lasted one whole day
After making love at night, she silently wandered away
poisoned the gin in his flask, what more can I say
We sat in my Geo
With my heart a flutter
You a man, me a woman
Just like bread and butter
...red flag
We talked and talked
Confessions were made
Warnings whispered
I let them fade
...pink flag
We ate fast food
With conversation slow
Divine guidance led
Belief, I couldn't let go
...flag football
Wedding bells rang
The road invited dreams
The illusion accepted
Truth is not what it seems
...football games
Clutter accumulated
Cleaning collected
Memories made
A woman rejected
...games gutted
I left with my treasures
Children of my heart
A woman's shelter
Held our brand new start
...guts and glory
Beginnings are burdens
Endings never complete
Growth, the final proof
Fruit of labor, our receipt
...glory goes to GOD
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-03-2026
The world is turning upside down
Population exploding out of bound
Babies crying from starvation
Too late to stop impending devastation
The world is turning upside down
Pollution in the air and ground
Forests dying, losing soil
Fish are floating covered in oil
The world is turning upside down
Nuclear weapons ready to pound
Chemical dust, biological weapons too
Designed to kill me and you
The world is turning upside down
Countries and religious wars around
Dictators will not step down
Until we bury them in the ground
The world is turning upside down
Corruption and money abound
Politicans, banks, companies and all
Seeing how much they can score
The world is turning upside down
Crime everywhere is found
Thieves, rapists, killers and all
Be sure to lock your front door
The world is turning upside down
New strains of viruses being found
Ebola, HIV and Hepatitis D
Hard to contain, moving free
The world is turning upside down
Drugs a plenty, dealt underground
Ecstacy, Mull, Crack and Smack
Our kids will end up in a sack
The world is turning upside down
fast food, no cooking sound
Hamburgers, Pizzas, hot dogs and fries
Fish and chips, and mutton pies
The world is turning upside down
The world is turning upside down
The world is turning upside down
Can the Internet twist it around?
Spooned together they held a silver moon in their hearts
Lined their bedspread and table with memories of one star
Moulded from cloud dust to the sound of lush orbital spin
It never mattered who brought food for their regular feasts
Whether fast food or a la carte menus or a bunch of grapes
Maybe two olives draped onto a lavender wreath offering
They never lost passion for dining al fresco or lined in silk
Robed or naked they followed courses of harvest and joy
At times poverty struck but they always grasped full measure
For compassion and kindness needed no fancy embellishment
Their spoon was pewter not golden and gathered life’s patina
But they polished in rag clothes or satin and shone all the way
At times they painted words on skins in crumbs and sweet sauce
Licked kissed and savoured what mixed with fragrant side dishes
Received what’s on offer and scooped up refection and gratitude
03rd October 2019
I, William Shakespeare, was granted a chance -
Travel in time left me speechless for once.
« The question of to be or not to be »
« Yes » landed me in 2023.
I yearned to be your favorite because
I divulged vast range of mankind’s flaws.
To my distraught dismay in nowadays
Fifty grey tinges cast shade on my plays.
I scramble through your modern terms alright,
Some give me goosebumps, some - a febrile fright.
Queen as a drag?! Bottom line offenders!
She and he turn « they » as gender benders.
The question no longer « to be » but who -
Entitled to a designated loo!
How far the world transitioned from above
Of Romeo and Juliet’s tender love?!
From online hookups, fast food, Amazon...
Can't wrap my pen around what's going on.
Descriptive language gear not hard to find -
Too rapid for my literary mind.
I worshiped every word with utmost bond,
Now google search is poets' magic wand.
If 1500’s were so well equipped,
Renaissance all together would be skipped.
I doubt if I lived now I'd have the will
To waste my fleeting fast pace on a quill.
I shall not fathom merging life with thee
As bestowed gift of 2023.
To Stratford-Upon-Avon I belong,
Where my pulse beats along immortal song.
January 8, 2023
We met under the street lamp
on our first date to have fun.
We wished to relish junk food
tasting salty chilly sweet and sour,
at random enjoying variety.
Good to know, our food habits
resembling much extent.
Satisfaction of taste buds ran
almost similar to both of us.
Food is the interest for survival.
We were students at that time
unable to afford posh restaurant.
So we chose fast food at street -corner.
Our romantic life had its start
under the street lamp leading to unison.
You can smell jazz, if you got hip to the sound, like on “Camera Three” a TV program in the 50s/ a 1956 episode featuring The Gerry Mulligan Quartet in black -N- white/
many jazz clubs come and go dimming their lights in the sunset glow/
fast food joints now line the streets where once stood the mighty jazz clubs of old/West Coast Jazz exploded in your ears/ Like Central Ave, It was the soulful jazz heart of LA’s jazz scene in the 40s, 50s, and 60s, all the jazz great’s/ would be sittin’ in to their fellow jazz musicians gigs after their two sets where over/other jazz clubs to be seen and be booked in up and down in the LA area/ Zardi’s, Tiffany Club, Jazz Cabaret, The Haig, Jazz City, drinks, drugs, sex, where all part of the show while diggin’ Art Pepper, Monty Budwig, Hampton Hawes, Ernestine Anderson, Zoot Sims, Miles Davis, Shelly Manne, and Wardell Gray
In the lost-and-found of memories, there lie Nina Simone LPs, forgotten treasures about love lost, love found, and a revolution in a new voice sound waiting to be spun/
A jazz hustler leans at the door, a whisper of dreams tied to CDs, silent songs, never given the chance to ride the radio waves/
In a cab to your gig, you left your horn in the back seat— a misplaced key in a world full of locks, yet out of the blue, you find your singing voice, the notes rise like steam from the New York streets on a rainy jazz night, each syllable soaked and sung in spoken word passion and pain/
It’s crazy, this love, sometimes feeling like you’re out to lunch, in a world that doesn’t pay to play jazz/
and yet you are hooked on this jazz thing bathed in the glow of the bandstand spotlight, asking, “Why do I love it so much?” Because jazz, my friend, is the heartbeat of the lost, the anthem of the unheard, a melody that sings even when the world goes dark.
Your day starts in disheveled chaos:
you shower, skip breakfast, and eat on the run.
Chasing down a crowded bus:
you gulp down a cold coffee,
and follow the herd to work.
You gripe and curse city life:
while, all the while, you love it.
Like a rhythmic heartbeat:
the pulse of the city;
lets you feel you're alive.
And through veiled anonymity
in the shadows, you enjoy peace of mind.
And modern amenities;
make city strife all worthwhile.
Here, one can dine on chef-inspired cuisine
or choose to eat at a fast-food joint.
Each rung higher up success's ladder,
brings your dreams one step closer to fulfillment.
Opportunity seldom
ventures far from the city:
that's why you choose to stay
despite fighting the traffic every day.
Homelessness is so sad.
Slowly it crawls into you,
takes you from yourself,
lock you in a world you never taught existed.
The fright in the night is the worst.
You see ghosts of the dead and the living.
Drugs and alcohol become your patriarch
to pull you through the nights.
Here! Water becomes a luxury,
no toilet or bath and definitely no privacy,
and how it vexes the humans should you open their tap
for a few drops of water.
They’ll shout and scream even as you praise them with thanks.
God forbids on thanksgiving comes a few plates,
A scorn from the humans in their faces dries you up,
fills you up, impede your soul,
should the earth open at that moment
you would jump in.
See that lady wearing all those dirty clothes,
So disheartening.
Would you believe she has a masters degree,
and was a regional manager for a fast food chain.
Being workaholic not always good,
It took her marriage, her kids,
and everything she had.
Under this bridge is now her home.
So we don’t know we don’t judge.
Why we do what we do leaves a gap in our thinking.
That lady fed the poor on thanks giving
but never had I seen a plate reach her on thanksgiving.
why? because she would wait to the end
making sure everyone else had the chance of a thanksgiving dinner,
then she’ll eat the scrap off of our plate if there is any
and she’ll say I am not hungry.
She got more joy watching everyone enjoy thanksgiving.
©Al Juman 10/10/1998
The Year 2023 is a year of Possibilities for those who will trust God.
Yes, I believe God cares about every individual. We MUST learn to trust Him in all we do or say.
The woman with the issue of blood said, “If I may touch Him I SHALL be made whole.”
And Jesus said, “Be it according to your Faith.”
Now Faith is…What would you and I would have said and are saying today?
Sometimes individually and collectively we are too busy to hear what Christ Jesus are saying to us today.
I am learning to always check myself before I answer and that’s what all of us must do.
What is God saying to the churches today? Whatever the challenges may be, no matter what the time span may be, it will come to pass.
I have notice that sometimes we have “The Fast Food”syndrome, I want it NOW, I can’t wait.”
As the Scripture says, ...“they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings of eagle,
they shall run and not be weary, and they shall walk and not faint.”
This message is for all of us who are listening to the Spirit of the Lord.
Yes, 2023 is a year of Possibilities and let us all together learn to trust God in all that we do.