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South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)
Caravans comprising multitudinous
peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn by
strong magnetic force
gravitational pull generated
by North America
an irresistible source,
which tug felt
nearly all the way round
webbed wide world beckoning
for waves of humanity
figuratively donned as spawning fish,
toward which currently dimming
beacon of democracy flickr
Trump might extinguish
though tis quite heart
breaking to experience
vicariously as one collective soul,
these desperate folks
ambitious to seek asylum,
(and eventual citizenship),
while this "FAKE" president
invents many a...holy SMOKES
outrageous, nefarious, and malicious
dagger o type cruel barbed wire
accusing, condemning, and emasculating,
(I could continue),
but ye dear reader would tire
unless individuals
affected by xenophobia
countenance same stance
as Commander in Chief,
or contrariwise some
like minded
thinkers, rack coon sitter
the migrant situation dire,
would effectively serve me
as preaching to
the Unitarian choir,
yet any sensate
person must admit
tis quite upsetting, lamenting,
and agonizing to witness
hordes of persons treated like
some pestilential
eyesore dagnabbit,
yes this chap can
endlessly spout flibbertigibbet,
though thee crux of my opinion,
inspires a poem express
sing supportive emotions
particularly acknowledging,
how these masses (thousands)
of vulnerable individuals
show true grit,
nonetheless yours truly,
would be hard pressed
for an immediate
humane solution to corral
this extensive kit
and caboodle, though this generic guy
with a poetic knack
shakes his noggin
watching armed flack
delivered from border patrol agents/
United States military, lack
restraint, and who outright attack
trespassers at point
blank range that pack,
a deadly (Judge Judy ish
huss) punch smack
king young ones
upside the head forcing
everyone to backtrack
to their homeland of
persecution by crack
headed gang members, which thugs
violently land a deadly whack!
.
Down where the creamy white Magnolia blossoms are opened wide____
exposed to the rain, drizzle, cool damp air
Down where the spider's wide web woven betwix and between the Inkberry Holly and the veranda
The web is dotted
With dewdrops~ tiny diamonds waiting 'pon the sun so they can glisten
Down where
The rain ran like a river flowing in the front yard
Down to the storm drain on to the creek
Corrigated storm drains
which are filled with water to slowly drain away
Evaporate
Like:
A drained heart ~ drained of all emotion, energy, and enthusiasm
A Heart
Who has poured out emotion, energy until, until the life force has drained away
The strong breeze has given the Vultures a way to soar.....
High, Circling~~
Their flight of ease catching the currents__soar__
Look~~Search
Until they see a food source
Hunger drives them~~~~
Hunger
Drives one whose heart is drained ~drained needing to fill that empty space
with
What?
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Written this sixteenth day of August 2013
On the 4th of December 2015
You departed
For a journey of no return
Going beyond
Leaving behind
All you love and worked for
None can fill the void you left behind
We miss you our lovely father
Rest in power not in peace, dad.
You were a mantle of leadership
A man of integrity and more
Always guiding and protecting
All you love unapologetically
Love you always give without hesitating
Telling us it's the greatest force in the Universe
Death is inevitable and life is unpurchaseable.
You departed without a notice
After a brief illness
While we were all waiting for your healing
You left when we needed you most
You were so crazy about your ambition
Leaving a legacy behind your priority
We still aching from the pains of your deceased
This trauma is forever, our irreplaceable dad
You'll forever live in our hearts, your children.
~esoteric~
The story is retold with great relish
Its the great chief who precipitated
The great war by his love endeavors
Its the great chief who led us to war
The great chief loved the royal princess
Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant
Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock
She committed the abominable suicide
Mariaka was now to ascend the throne
After her beloved sister had departed
She asked for gifts from the great chief
Which great chief you delayed in bringing
Mariaka was angry at you great chief
Saddened by the loss of her elder sister
She took the advice of the malicious elders
In the war she aided the imperialist enemy
Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe
Aided the colonizers in fighting our people
Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses
Loss of life and the sanity of our people
Great chief you were unable make peace
And the war raged fierce in the slopes
Be my force once again.. never shall be
For great chief this time round you did it
Our hearts agree, if we should meet death this night,
then death shall find, we do not heed its sense of doom.
A thousand times we would gladly die without fright
just to taste once more the nectar of our love’s bloom.
There is but one requested answer we need know,
just one more promise, one honest vow to be made
before imminent death does finality bestow;
our mutual pledge said with sought prayerful aid
that as soulmates, our two spirits remain love bound.
We can handle death rendering our bodies hushed,
but swear our shared agony shall bear piercing sound
in galaxies echo if our joining is crushed.
We believe our hearts paired in eternities care
is a brighter eternal force than death’s lit fuse.
Our confidence asserts our love outweighs despair
and our soul-link shall survive all doomsday issues.
With our oath now sealed, we lay skin to skin entwined.
Our passionate kiss, laced with tears of sweetheart taste,
does emphasize our love’s want of life for all time
and belief that looming doom cannot our love waste.
“Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early” – Gordon Lightfoot, Canadian Balladeer,
from The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald
A song by Gordon Lightfoot I would hear
in 1976, my newborn daughter’s year.
S S Edmund Fitgerald was the ship,
and Lightfoot’s song described its final trip.
I thought that Lightfoot had made up the tale,
like Melville did about a great white whale!
Not having heard the news of it before,
I’d taken the song’s lyrics as semi-ancient lore!
Since having learned the truth, to my surprise,
one year before was that poor ship’s demise!
The ship was wrecked in 1975,
and not one man on board was able to survive.
The night it wrecked came gale-force wind and snow.
The ship in half did break and deep down she did go.
Twenty-nine doomed men – death they could not cheat.
Into the lake they sank five-hundred feet.
In Lake Superior, tenth of November
occurred this wreck the song makes us remember.
Next to the Titanic, this shipwreck I
am most familiar with . . . and why?
Because of Gordon Lightfoot’s famous song!
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” shall live long.
I cannot match that brilliant balladeer,
so the ship’s tale (as he sings it) you really have to hear!!
Nov. 7, 2021
For Robert James Liguori's A Noteworthy Ship Poetry Contest
This thing
It feeds like it's never full
Consumes with teeth so keen, it tears everyone I bring apart into a bloody pool
Ordering for more and more before I can find more to lure
Watching with it's red eyes and horns
Sitting still, it still breaths debris from the last body it leaves on the floor
I promptly force myself to provide this predator with people, so it don't pick me to be the next main course
Fixing to find a way to finish this ing blood sucking sucker so I can evade
That's why for it's last meal, I hit a mausoleum and wait
Day turns to darkness then I dig
Now it's time to feast
I go and drop an old diseased dead body at it's feet
It eats, slow not use to the rotten meat
It shrieks, in pain from the corpse I yanked out of the grave
Spewed the spoiled carcass it chewed
Tremoring in convulsions not knowing what to do
I'm no longer worried of residing in the belly of the beast as it's food
Common sense, once common indeed,
Now seems a forgotten human need.
We hurry through life with reckless force,
Placing the cart before the horse.
We seek the harvest before the seed,
Demanding success without the deed.
Racing ahead without thought or care,
Then wondering why progress isn't there.
Education fills the mind with facts,
Yet often neglects life's deeper acts.
Not teaching how to reason and think,
But leaving many on worry's brink.
For wisdom grows when minds reflect,
When consequences earn respect.
Every choice we make today
Shapes the paths we walk someday.
A thoughtful person understands
That truth is not held in one pair of hands.
Each circumstance has another side,
A lesson often pushed aside.
To move ahead, we first must see
What is, what was, and what can be.
For genuine progress, clear and true,
Begins with understanding what we do.
So let wisdom lead and haste take pause,
Let reason guide through life's great cause.
For the surest way to move ahead
Is to think before the path is tread.
If the parents ( men and women ) of the innocent children
Connected with the parents of the victims of the predatory
Grooming gangs in Britian.? A summit could be arranged?
Under the protection.? Of a dedicated police force where
Community figures could explore options to create a more
Harmonious backdrop of living ? (including stopping all
Un-documented immigration for the space of 12/24 months? The re-opening of high street banks and post
Offices encourageing farmers markets to encourage a
Sustainable and engaging work life balance.' Yet first off
Let the injured and aggreived familiys meet should whoever of them be agreeable.? And see if this pit Britian
In in can be exited.?
All the best to every reader..)
Hand and hand our journey began
As we set off on our journey of marriage
Along the way both have made mistakes
The wounds received a needed bandage
But those wrongs still created barriers
That seems we are unable to overcome
The painful heartbreaks formed the foundation
And our anger is where the walls came from
We've spent years building this home
So our love would have a place to dwell
The home was constructed all wrong
We should have known it would fail
Is this love of ours worth anything to you
Are you still so firmly set on being done
I can't force you to stay here with me
But remember divorces are never won