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SUMMER’S END
staying cool, in the pool,
where children are cruel,
on a very hot day—
Summer’s officially over.
from submarine fool,
fishy bubbling school,
plenipotentiary fuel—
a payload parade.
when the ping-pong jewels
surface - whirlpool
of fleeing ridicule.
afraid of riveting stool—
a flotsam snicker’s bar.
The worst part is the noise—
that awful fartastic that destroys
the floats, duckies, other toys.
it lasts and lasts…
it’s a spastic stinker,
a ferocious clinker —
it channels the sulfur pits of
Turkmenistan’s door to hell.
officially over,
the pool in deep cover—
no one hovers
near
the episodic rear of Summer.
9/24/2021
Fart-tastic
The Irish band was playing on a Vermont Green
People brought their outdoor chairs, it was a charming scene
I got carried away, tried to sing along
But from the looks on the faces, I'd done them all wrong
The band hit a dissonant note, people gave me a frown
I had outworn my welcome in this quaint New England town
I just wanted to be musical, and share my inner beat
But I saw it was wiser to beat a fast retreat
(Chorus)
Oh, I just wanted to share my song,
But every note I sang came out wrong.
I had a need to express my soul,
But negative feedback takes its toll
Tried serenading a seagull by the ocean beach,
He dropped his shell and let out a wild screech.
Even the whales dove deep to flee my tune,
Neighborhood dogs started howling at the moon
I sang in front of my mirror, like a wounded cow
The landlord came by, said you're evicted starting now
I took my bags, went to Montana to sing
I had to express my muse, to do my own thing.
I let the notes float in the big sky air,
All of a sudden I was charged by a grizzly bear
It was enough to make me want to weep
Then from the other side, charged a bighorn sheep
I climbed a tree, and the two animals left me alone
It was nature in the raw, I filmed it with my phone
Put it on YouTube, got ten million views
And for the musical score, I sang the blues.
(chorus)
So whatever your passion, go share your song,
Even my misadventures didn't go wrong.
As a YouTube influencer, my star has shone,
By persisting among skeptics, I've found where I belong.
Now I join a choir of frogs down by the creek,
And with my first croak, they also want to speak.
I made another nature movie, set to southern soul
Got the Nature Film medal, Now I'm on a roll.
Won the Sundance most authentic soundtrack in a poll.
(instrumental)
What we’re doing as a country is wrong, it’s inhuman and it is cruel
I refer everyone to their religious texts…look up the Golden Rule…
It’s not a matter of can we help…it hasn’t been…from the start
It is a matter of how we help…it’s a matter of the heart:
They come seeking asylum to a country not their own
They come seeking asylum…sometimes they come alone
Sometimes their parents bring them…fleeing conflict, war and and strife
Sometimes they send their children ahead…hoping for a better life.
They come seeking asylum…but our country is divided
Some of us think we should help…others think we are misguided.
So we stop them at our border…accusing them of sins
and we tell them to their faces…we’re afraid to let you in.
And sometimes we take their children from them…and sometimes their children cry
And six times since we’ve started this…six times…children die.
They come seeking humanity…they’d love a place to live
They come seeking humanity…is that too much to give?
They come seeking compassion…once our border they have crossed
But they are looking for a feeling…I fear America has lost.
They come seeking asylum…but our country is divided
It certainly makes you wonder…which side is misguided.
The pictures of sorrow--people fleeing
the land they love--who wanted freedom
above all.
These images will long haunt us,
as they should.
Yet, many stay to face the wrath of a despot
who only wants to claim the once-free land
as his own.
So, he sends tanks to flatten buildings
missiles to kill the children
silence their singing.
Can he be human--composed of blood and bone
the same as those he kills...
the same as all.
How can this happen? Have we not learned?
Our hearts break for you, Ukraine.
The courage of Ukraine people astounds us all
and makes us proud.
Generous Poland, and people of the World
who embrace strangers
and share their homes
This is Love.
Dear God, please save Zelensky to lead again,
when skies are blue
and only raindrops fall.
March 9, 2022
for Kyiv Poetry Contest
by Kai Michael Neumann
One moonless night so long ago, I met him at a club.
A stranger on the dance floor and me, a helpless cub.
The music swelled as I consumed the gaze of his dark eyes.
His name was Chris, he told me. I felt my emotions rise.
We spent the night together; I could tell where it was heading.
His earthy scent leveled my defenses, I was sweating.
He left me with his number, made me promise I would call,
as a friend came up to warn me, standing breathless, near the wall.
Don’t you know who that is? You should stay away.
Don’t be daft, he’s so exciting is all that I could say
We planned to get together and as that night grew near,
I anticipated all with just a little fear.
His eyes were first to greet me, then his musk and then his lips,
as he lead me to his lounge with his firm but chilly grip.
A drink? some music? a bite to eat? something's warming in the oven!
He put on his favorite record; it was by a group called Coven
The room was dim, let’s set the mood, he said, as he walked back.
He began to light some candles, every one was black!
A sudden shiver now eclipsed the sense of my well being.
I should have listened to my friend, I thought, as I was fleeing.
Only once thereafter did I come upon his gaze.
At that same club, one year later, through the smoky haze.
He was standing on the dance floor on an elevated deck.
The wooden cross that I was wearing at once - fell off my neck!
My breath I keep holding in
Waiting watching knowing it soon will begin
I try to release and just breathe
But air isn't what I need
Drama turmoil and confusion seem to rule each day
Nothing breaks the cycle to my dismay
The breeze gently blows caressing my skin
My breath I catch myself holding in
Consciously letting my muscles down my breath it's release
Then screaming to the sky just hurry up please
Sobs wreck havoc on my entire being
Feet itch to just start fleeing
I watch little ones create and play
Just trying to pass yet another day
Then I remember I once enjoyed such things
My breath I find myself holding in..
With the tension always building consuming
How do I heal my life resuming
Waiting watching knowing it's soon to begin
Black clouds hover.. My breath I find myself holding in
"Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life"
Is there a larger purpose for everything? We can all agree
at least for me, I just can’t imagine there not be, on it I fixture
In a puzzle each piece plays an important part in the big picture
We analyze life’s order and disorder and conclude life’s puzzling
We then by nuzzling the piece which doesn’t fit,
go back and try and force it, and that’s when we find
each piece IS unique, and just like puzzle pieces,
our differences may not always fit together perfectly,
still, we create a beautiful picture when we work together
“Ecstasy” was the first film the Austrian Hedy Lamarr starred in
She was the first ever to simulate a climax on screen,
This may NOT seem like an important puzzle piece to many
Banned by Hitler, riskant and although unseen in Germany
Hedy Lamarr was not only a bombshell Hollywood movie star
A technology inventor of frequency hopping, a significant Role in WWII
We spend so much time looking for one specific puzzle piece, when all along
it’s right there in front of us, important women of history, she made
such an impression on me by far! She escaped from Mandl’s grasp
by fleeing to London, where she broke free from ethic and civil strife
I am pleased I found this intriguing part of the puzzle of life!
*Riskant-german-risque
The Judgement Day
The Shaking and quaking of earth, the splitting and blasting of heavens
The undeniable promise of the Lord shall happens
Unmounting of the mountains and outbursting of the fountains
The signs no one will question again
Impregnating the Pregnant earth and women
Happening of the irrefutable Event in Sudden
Every breathing soul and living beings as a whole
Meeting their fate , no way of escape from the Parole(One that is Promised)
Fleeing from the Brother, nursling kid and women
The man, nursing mother and the husband
Deeds or misdeeds however small it may be
will not be left unrewarded, indeed
That day the order of the Lord will prevail
Thine decisions , no one dare to rival(challenge)
The inequalities and injustice, will be equalized all
The idols of the infidelity will have a down fall
Muhammad Imtiaz
Am sure I was a Dolphin
In another life
Drawn to water an its ways
Free my body of downward pressure
Free my spirit an soul of presence
To move, 4 Th dimension
Down side slide, the face of a curling wave
To feel the currents pushing an pulling
As you dive amongst the foam an froth
Of another filling cave
Peace and calm
Fleeing fish an shifting sand
Blues of Poseidon
I reach ahead
Coming for air
Position to do it, again
I hear “Tick’s” from brethren
Distant calls from passing whales
Sting of salt in my eyes
Sprays of water in the winds
But I can’t grow a fin
Am as close as I can get
I will not forget
Evil is what those devils will not conceal.
At Goliad, we tasted their bayonet steel.
The walls at the Alamo have been painted red.
Davy Crockett and some others have fallen dead.
Many civilians are fleeing to escape
to the Sabine River in a runaway scrape.
Rather than fight and face defeat,
Houston and his men are in retreat.
This has been exacerbating the people’s fears.
Houston’s army faces ridicule and jeers.
Sam said, “I will know when the time is right.
That is when we will turn around and fight.
We will surprise attack that devil Santa Anna.
He and his men will fall during siesta.”
The right time to attack is today.
We heard Vince’s Bridge has been burned away.
They are camped just outside of San Jacinto.
Men, just remember what they did at the Alamo.
We can catch those bastards while most are asleep.
With the bridge gone, the water is too deep.
We can surround them with no place to run.
With surprise on our side, they will become undone.
What is this I hear? The fighting is done?
We have just started and the battle is won?
We got word that Santa Anna is not dead.
With a sweet yellow rose, he was comfortably in bed.
Word is he was captured with a sweet thing named Emily.
Wearing only silk underwear, he was taken into custody.
Finally, those Mexicans have tasted defeat.
With Santa Anna in our hands, our victory is complete!