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As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did wave his hand
H hazily, with a wry grin, a gesture so bland
I paused for a moment, twiddling thumbs of my hand
Chaffed by the wind, my heart did take its stand
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine
Eyes bursting with pathos, a tale so divine
In some odd sense, that distorted moment did shine
A light enough to fool the mind, a beacon so fine
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light
Like selenium, a spark that ignited the night
I looked again at this parched home village of mine
Even raddled grass blades, a beauty so divine
The sun did rise, a fiery ball of gold
As I walked on, my footsteps did unfold
A story of longing, of dreams yet untold
Of a heart that beats, with a spirit so bold
The wind did whisper secrets, of a world so wide
As I walked on, my soul did start to glide
Through fields of green, where wildflowers did sway
And the scent of blooming lavender did fill the day
I felt the warmth of the sun, on my skin so fair
As I walked on, without a care
The world did seem so vast, so full of wonder and might
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
The stars did twinkle, like diamonds in the sky
As I walked on, with a heart that did not deny
The beauty of the world, the wonder of the sight
As I walked on, into the darkness of the night
The moon did glow, a silver crescent shape
As I walked on, with a heart that did not escape
The magic of the world, the mystery of the night
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
Form:
Is government control of humans’ birth, aging, and dying
In century 26, as practiced by a new World State;
Different from 20th century’s use of eugenics,
Which used “fitness” to determine people’s reproductive fate?
A high-tech London, where humans’ material needs are met,
Setting of Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World, utopian tale;
Sterile world of human cloning and conditioning to castes,
Recreational soma drug and sex use on widespread scale.
In respite from his boss’ – the DHC’s – awkward confessions,
Bernard and Lenina fly to the Savage Reservation.
There they meet Linda and her young adult son, John “the Savage”,
Fathered by DHC 20 years before, on vacation.
Bernard publicly presents Linda and John to DHC,
Bringing Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning [DHC] down.
DHC flees from “sin” of involvement in natural birth.
Bernard and new celebrity, John “the Savage”, gain renown.
Finally, John rejects the soma, sex, and clones of London,
Spurns Lenina’s moves and keeps soma from “lower” Delta caste.
His retreat to do penance draws crowds and curiosity;
Leads to suicide by hanging – John’s perceived freedom at last.
This Brave New World’s parallels to eugenics cannot be lost,
Since, in both cases, the state had a hand in who lives and dies.
American Breeder’s Association, “better babies,”
Forced sterilizations – how U.S. eugenics took its guise.
Human cloning now – gene, reproductive, or therapeutic –
Raises a host of ethical, moral, and other issues.
Somatic nuclear transfer to clone human embryos
Evokes Brave New World’s ‘soma’ in copying people’s tissues.
Eugenics – legal in U.S. until 1970’s;
Its dehumanizing nature gone from society’s norms?
With current human cloning research, genetic ‘shopping’, more,
No one’s safe ‘til humankind is respected in all its forms.
4/20/17
hiro
Hero hiro father I admired;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
Male parent, begetter, patriarch;
Biological father dad, daddy;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
Co-nurturer, father
very, very strong work effects, never took vacations
Next to God second best provider;
never on unemployment or disability, a survival;
Only saw him cry twice;
When his mom and and his wife died;
On top of his head, never saw him with hair (ever);
His strength was liken not Samson,
His strength was in his hands;
Always working, worked for others for 25 years;
In 1980 became self-employed lasted till his death worked 15 years
My hero, hiro, my daddy-father
He fathered three children, (always, always wanted a daughter)
A great provider, always working...
bringing into the world, give, gave life to spawn three children, three sons;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
My hero, hiro,
my lower cased physical, always working father
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
My hero, hiro,faTHer always working
my hiro, my faTHer
Always working,
8/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) class assignment
First a quick word on Robert the Devil,
whose turbulent life turned out quite a revel.
He fathered a child on a poor tanner's daughter
then dashed to repent in Jerusalem's quarter,
but on his return, sad to say, he died,
yet he set up his son, his only pride.
Though being dubbed "bastard" earned him rebuke
Son William became a very tough duke,
as shown by the fact he became England's king
on Christmas Day when the church bells did ring.
Poor England he ruled with a grim iron rod.
He harried the North like a merciless god.
To gauge England's wealth great pains he took,
which to prove I name the Doomsday Book.
Once his horse took fright in a fiery melee
and part of his saddle punctured his belly.
After this mishap he did not live long.
When his belly burst, oh what a pong!
The monks in Rouen cut his funeral short,
when incense galore no remedy brought.
Then his son William Rufus ascended the throne.
To wild fits and frenzy this redhead was prone.
He found city life somewhat too narrow.
Out riding one day, he was struck by an arrow.
Many hard battles King Billy fought
ere he fell from his horse at Hampton Court.
No enemy's musket laid him low,
no cannon ball , no swordsman's blow.
A hoof of his horse got caught in a hole,
the work of a lowly burrowing mole.
On the Emerald Isle some raise a toast
to this notable victory of the least o'er the most
William the Fourth died in his bed,
which somehow fitted the life he had led.
He had multiple children but not with his wife.
Exemplary no way was King William's life.
When in time a new William mounts Britain’s throne
may he shun the errors to which others were prone,
avoiding pitfalls and fierce martial strife,
and every enticement to stray from his wife.
Inside they know he's been the one
since conception with delusions of grandeur
aside, his introspection gives birth to
prophetic lessons
Those that do, know there are no
shortcuts through this line nor do they
discount these leaps of timelines
His grandiose nature is as grand
as the sun
yet he's as humble in his ways
as they come
A contradiction without problems with
diction, he voices his opinions without
apology
Not even astrology can explain
why his life went the way
it did,
but he can elucidate as liquidly as he
did when he fathered his kids
The whole world is your child for you
create from that sacred space
It pours through him in volumes that are
too loud for most & too tart for taste
Yet some are able to capture the attention
of his ghost
so, he resurrects when needed with all due
respect to his host
He is as gracious as grace itself, but will not
be tread upon like tires without care
His long hair doesn't care as it grows like vines
& weeds
up the walls smothering until even air can't
breathe
Don't try to impregnate a mind that doesnt
conceive of the act of standing still
for that is the definition of one's honest &
true immoveable divine will
glory to god in the highest
the godfather was rather tense
today and why shouldn't he be
why to profess the pure dedication
of caring so very deeply for a child
he hadn't fathered
to share ones whole life
completely with another
moral merit surely would suffice
a necessary need I suppose
I studied the godfather's
steadfast emotions
holding the candle
very still utterly guiding
the flames almost
a gentle lantern leading
all my darkest fears into light
while mass was ending
new life had begun
through st Francis solemn prayers
beneath poverty and labor
as I inhaled the words
from a calm Franciscan soul
the wick flickered amen
BARRY
A young man was called Barry Kirk
On our farm for a while he did work
taught me how to catch fish
for the big one I'd wish
He indicated where trout liked to lurk
GEORGE
George financially now on the skids
Has fathered way too many kids
many girlfriends and wives
kid twenty nine now arrives
States no more with a blink of both of his eyelids
SURNAME MAGUIRE
A man with surname Maguire
Some children he wanted to sire
took a woman to bed
let's do it she said
Satisfied his burning desire
ANOREXIC
Anorexic she's poorly and thin
No muscle strength found from within
bent in the middle
whilst playing the fiddle
Her sister an identical twin
TATTOO
This man a tattoo on his tummy
Looked like the face of his Mummy
he never grew up
remains a young pup
Age thirty eight still sucks on a dummy
MILLIE
An unfortunate madam called Millie
Stood on the end of Tom's willy
he cried out in pain
don't do that again
It'll shrink even more when it's chilly
In the beginning was void,
it made God annoyed.
He created the Space and the Sun.
He then made a place,
called ‘The World’ in this space.
Then he thought ‘now I’ll really have fun’.
He planted a garden,
then made him a man.
Then a woman to keep him amused.
And from a great height,
both by day and by night.
His creation he often perused.
Now you all know the tale,
but some thoughts must prevail
Who fathered the child of this pair.
For there must be the deed
of implanted the seed
And in God’s sight,.... would Adam dare.
Though under the tree
God just couldn’t see
And passion was hidden from sight.
God hearing a crunch
Thought Eve wanting lunch,
Had decided his apple to bite.
Yes, the snake got the blame
now drooping in shame
He now couldn’t stand and be firm.
For Eve had a bite
that sent quivers of fright
To the place where God wrapped up his sperm.
So it was a mistake
to think t’was the snake
That led our poor pair into sin.
But a passion in flower
that really turned sour
In excitement when snaky slid in!
Ivor G Davies
Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire,
Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered
By hatred and the axe, fathered by one
Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar
Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine,
Joy-sword in sheath. Wrought iron, blood vessels,
Bone and cable, one part conceived, the other forged
On the hard anvil where gusts of blood are seed
Of all the axeman most does fear – cast iron woman
With stanchions for a trunk, iron breastplate,
A malleable black heart, a metallic chastity belt
No man may boast of stealing and still live,
Who beats men at their own battle games,
A dab hand with the axe herself, as salty tears
And globules of mercury exude from grey glands
Already the leaves are staining red,
Blood, too thin, seeps through taut skin,
Capillaries weak walled and weeping;
Dying Summer bows proud head,
Emptied of green glory;
Filled, fiery cauldrons blaze red-orange,
Golden flamed tongues glowing.
How harsh that she must fly
Into the great beyond,
Jettisoned like a human soul
Killed before its time.
Letting go, whether fast or slow,
Makes no variance in the pain;
Numbingly, it strikes the heart
Over and over again.
Passionate, she would linger,
Queenly in her floral gown,
Regaled for stunning splendor;
Sympathy never his approach,
Time beats a strong percussive stroke
Unstoppable, dispensed in quick cadence.
Valiantly she struggles, clinging,
While wild winds hew each leaf down;
Xylogenous lichen sparsely veils
Yearning limbs laid vulnerable and bare:
Zephyrus and Chloris frolic there no more.
Note: Zephyrus, the gentle god and personification
of the west wind, the bringer of light spring and
summer breezes in Greek mythology; he abducted
and fathered children with the goddess Chloris and
gave her the domain of flowers.
Xylogenous - living on or in wood
Copyright, August 15, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson