Long Genes Poems
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Your thought not to hate
But why I hate you so much
Lord please come into my heart
My heart has hardened
She left me
Left me with the boys
I loved her
But she loved the bottle
Smoke
Party
Streets
Friends
She was unloyal
Had my questions DNA
But my genes run deep
Lord bring forgiveness in my heart
I want to break her down
I wish she drop dead
No I don't
Lord help me please
How could she
I wanted to be family
Be a man
Do right by her
5 years no calls
Letters
Visits
Now you expecting again
How dare you
Lord bless her soul
Will you abandon
This one
I pray not
Lord take this hostility
Out my spirit
Take it out
This built up anger
Remove it
Lord my heart hardened
-Patrice Jackson and Ricky Jackson
Life has many ups and downs
Personally more ups than downs
A happy life with many more years
A bunch more smiles than frowns
Surely one of the fortunate ones
The genes were a very huge factor
Nine girls and me at a baseball team
Each game we had our own sector
Yup nine girls and then li'l ole me
The talk of our little old berg
The Ellison's have finally had a boy
Biggest news our town had heard
Dancing in the streets all night long
A celebrity at a tender young age
So spoiled with all those girls around
To fawn over this sweet wee babe
Turned out to be a stunning specimen
Can still bring it at eighty-nine!
It's getting to be a lot tougher though
But that's it I'm feeling just fine!
Always look on the sunny side
The sunny side of life
It's where you'll forever find me
Life's just one big slice
A slice of joy and happiness
Waiting for you to call
Doesn't even require a passport
It's there to welcome all
A thousand times more enjoyable
Than stumbling round in a funk
Your step will have a much livelier gait
You'll smile a whole big bunch
All are capable, my very good friends
Matter of mind over matter
If you think positive and grin each day
Happy genes will get much fatter
Now it's very well known knowledge
Happy genes can go a long way
To extending your days here on earth
It'll be a much happier stay!
How could anyone in their right mind
Choose war over peace
Conflict over stability
Upset over a smooth flow
Please enlighten me before I pass into the ages
Maybe I'm missing a few brain cells
But it is totally illogical to me
We carry on with our day to day activities
But looming in the back of the minds
Of all the peace loving souls in the world
Remains this fear that we're heading
For a disaster of monumental proportions
My days here on earth are relatively short
In comparison but I still find it
Totally unbelievable and I'm absolutely appalled
That so-called intelligent human beings
Lose track of what this life is all about
Are their genes unique different to us normal folks
Did something get crossed up at birth
Help me! I just don't understand
Is there a cause worth dying for?
I know not one if you ask me
The only one and most important thing in life
Is love of our family and our fellow humans
Where did I go wrong in this assessment
Please someone HELP ME!
Form:
Madness, the Mad Hatter blinks.
Madness, Oz's link.
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*,
Madness must reciprocate!
Hallucinations filter by
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on the wicked witches thighs.
Chicken Little wanders by.
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer.
Madness splices genes with fear.
"Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer.
Kellogg’s* enema's find waiting rears.
"Are you the ass? Or is it me?
Have I ears and a nose? What do you see?"
"Hehawww," said Pinocchio's friends.
"Heeehaw," said Darwin* back again.
Round and round went Steven Hawkings*.
"Madness," said Poe's raven* squawking.
"Madness," said Einstein* in a blink.
It drive me crazy just to think!
"Reciprocate!," said the missing link.
* Art by Salvador Dali
* Portnoy's Complaint by Phillip Roth states
if you know you are crazy than you must be sane.
* Timothy Leary explored LSD and other hallucinogenic drugs.
* Kellog [of cereal fame] proposed enema's as the cure to
all health ills, plus loads of sex!
* Darwin proposed man evolved from apes.
* Edgar Allen Poe was mad when he wrote The Raven.
* Einstein had aspergers syndrome.
* Steven Hawkings is a wheelchair bound scientist [has autism]
he extrapolates on the edge of mathematical reality.[Really!]
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016
Dinosaurs
Whoever would have thought- a great big dinosaur
would start out very small, inside an egg and bore
A hole to then come out-
just like a bird, would peck;
into the world, be born-
grow tall with a long neck.
There were so many kinds,
Tyrannosaurus Rex
Ceratosaurus and
Sauropods, Raptorex!
What funny names they have- all different as can be,
as were their shapes and size- but all ate hungrily.
Some ate the leaves on trees-
we call them herbivores;
the others, killed for meat-
are known as carnivores
And did you know that they
became extinct in time?
They were not able to
adapt to change in clime.
But they still carry on- in quite a different way-
the genes from dinosaurs- helped form some birds today!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Dinosaur(s) For Children
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 07/05/2019
Oh yes- it hides in DNA- this traitor to our genes-
and may not show its ugly face
until we least expect.
And then, the name- that 'cancer' word
will spin one's world around;
be it yourself, your kin or friend- the fight for life begins.
A fight for sure- the battle kills the joy of carefree minds
of those in pain and those who watch-
all losers in its game.
The ups and downs- remissions, yes,
but soon another blow;
it hungers, like a cannibal- consuming, cell by cell.
Yet, early signs can grant a win- defeat the deadly march,
more so today than yesteryear,
full hope can stay alive.
I've lived that pain of battles lost-
grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts.
Oh yes- it hides in DNA- mine's sleeping well- for now.
Sandra M. Haight
~13th Place~
Contest: Topic Of Cancer
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 06/23/2019
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See -
We stand proud under the sun’s daring heat
Unmoved by the rain’s beating-
Like sheep we follow convoys of our shepherds
90% of all that time-
‘Voices with echoes of complains and blames is all we perceive –
Thrown from this camp to another
Not solutions backed by actions
And all we do is acclaim by cheers and standing ovations
To statements that represent anything but unity
Anything but development utterances
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See –
We don’t need the opposition or the official
For disunity but not unity are the results many a times
We don’t need one keeping check on the other
Rather see one and all coming together
To not only talk the talk
And not only walk the walk
But to talk and walk the talk and walk hand in hand
For the common good
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See –
We don’t need taking sides
But standing side by side
For the times we’ve done so, a bitter pill it’s been
North, south, east, west-
The centre is where we all are
Our tribes, our religions and cultures are the genes-
That give birth to us Kenya
It is time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
Our situation can be a win-win
For our country is much bigger than our bruised egos
And deserving more than the verbal insults we like to share
Or the physical beatings we’ve turned on each other
Let our fight be for each other and not against each other
Our leadership ‘now’ be emulation for better regimes in future
Leaders we need you undivided-
Fellow 'wenyenchi', we need us undivided
For a people that are divided are a struggling lot
And we’ve been a testimony to this gospel
It is time for enough.
No one speak of her again
Unless in tones hushed, "Later we will talk"
"Shhh! Don't let the child know how her mother died."
She's too young to understand
Is self-destruction inherited?
Does it float around the genes?
Is security destroyed
when one fine day
The lady disappears?
Gone~never caress again
With loving arms wrapped around
her child fifteen-months old.
The plateau has been reached
Opened faced look into the mirror
Her death certificate states
Death by suicide
Ingestion of mercury cyanide
A child now weeps, grieves for the mother
Looks into the mirror and sees
Cotton hair, wrinkles deeply creased
Aware of how life's insecurities dwelt
Buried with the words~ no one speak of her again
Baby cries momma, momma time after time
She does not come
No matter how hungry, tired, cold, wet
On the outside nor how much pain
Cutting deep within until trust, security is destroyed
Inspired by Cyndi MacMillan's contest "Own It"
Written: April 21, 2016