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Yes, the bird ascends
Very often
It happens so
It ascends from the feet
To greet the the expectant cells
In the brain
First a sort of chill
Then the molecules of thrill
As warm as a boiled egg
Deep yellow dream in a white cup
A pink warm vapour
Even a leper leaps at the opportunity
Yes, the bird ascends
Opportunity happens
We are not always ready
To hold them with our needy hands
That go greedy
Opportunities go away into grains of sand
Mingles in our sigh
Or sometimes an alibi
Look into the blank dark
Nothingness stark
Suddenly a swarm of firefly
Appears out of the space or sky
Extending their arms in peace to ally
Proffering reply to many a how and why
Very often
This way opportunities do arrive
Beehive
For the release
Into a clasp of peace
From disease
Into the wings of ease
Opportunity to sow
Opportunity to grow
Opportunity to row
Steams into flakes of snow
Clouds coming so low
Many a woe diminished
Fulfillments intensely wished
In many an image
Of dream dance in a village
Come, let us be free from stress
To accommodate the access
A sweetened salted security
In your smiling vicinity
The opportunity
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26/10/16
YOU ARE MY RAINBOW
1. I can see a rainbow fair
That's shining at me
I can see your light up there
Smiling hopefully
2. I see you walk down the aisle
A treat to my eyes
You know how to wear a smile
You're my paradise
Chorus:
You are my kaleidoscope of hope
Just like the rainbow
In darkest rain you teach not to mope
But colours to show
3. I see the clouds go away
I see the sun now
That you have come to stay
With me anyhow
4. With you by my side, I dance,
I swoon at your touch,
When I see your loving glance,
I love you so much.
Chorus:
You are my kaleidoscope of hope
Just like the rainbow
In darkest rain you teach not to mope
But colours to show
07.13.2020
As past words ring, lost in hollow emotions,
I find each thought in my head but commotion
like the endless roar of the waves in the ocean.
OH, go away yesterday.
Moments that pass leave me lost and breathless,
through sleepless nights, my mind muddled and restless,
I pray for the end, yet I am left deathless.
OH, go away yesterday.
With ages past and resolve that's been shaken,
my all I have given and all you have taken
but now you have left me forlorn and forsaken.
OH, go away yesterday.
To the future I gaze in search of my destiny,
as time passes slow and I walk through gethsemane,
these retrospect eyes leave me dark as ebony.
OH, go away yesterday.
04/03/2018
When you feel like you've had enough,
can't take one more day.
Do not delay,
it's time to pray.
When you know you've done wrong,
from his way you've strayed,
He's ready to forgive you,
it's time to pray.
When you're overcome with joy,
and you want to have your say,
Don't forget to thank him,
it's time to pray.
When you have worthless feelings,
that just wont go away,
Just talk to him,
it's time to pray.
When you want to do wrong,
strong desires pulling you away,
He knows we are made of clay,
it's time to pray.
When you wake up to the suns rays,
ready to live another day,
Thank him for life,
it's time to pray.
When you need good advice,
don't know who to talk to,
you need some direction,
someone to guide you,
Just talk to him, he'll show you the way,
When it's time to decide, it's time to pray.
When you feel sad, when you feel good,
When you feel so misunderstood,
At any time, any where,
when you feel no one cares,
At the start, at the end,
during each and every day,
Remember your maker,
it's time to pray.
John Derek Hamilton August 26,2013 revised October 31,2015
I sat down and sneered to myself as I thought about
'I have a dream…'
I shake my head.
In the world, volcanoes release more carbon monoxide
than man can produce, and as a glass being filled with water
it rises to the brim. But if you add the amount made by
man the water begins to spill out of the cup. Now if the glass
were Nature…
World hunger, disease, hatred between the races these things
will never go away. There is no respect, empathy, or understanding
between all individuals—
I sat back in my chair and took a deep breath.
I danced with a big, black lady once—
I mean—a true BBW.
She was six ft. tall with boobs the size of midgets—
Diddledum and Diddledee…
She wore high heels, and they pushed against my neck—
a true reflection—
it was a love never met…
But where
Maybe we need another Great War so we all can band together in
a common cause.
I shake my head again.
We would just go back to the way we were after.
What we need
is ‘motivation’…like a young man dancing with a tall, big
chested lady. ‘Understanding’ that somethings are not going to
happen…
I lean back in my chair once more.
I’d love to tell Jesse Jackson he’s twenty-five to fifteen percent white—
most blacks in America are
Thoughts in my Head
9/4/’13
(I'll explain this poem a little bit...all these little tid bits of information, stories, etc. are connected. For example, in one line I write 'we need another Great War so we can all band together in a common cause'. Well you'll find the answer in the third stanza about volcanoes...)
I always wake up angry.
Every time.
Every single solitary time.
I'm not joking.
And I jump out of bed enraged.
Sophie Dog wakes up angry too.
She growls at me, as I pull her covers off.
I wouldn't have to do that if she would give me a little space,
but she doesn't.
Butt to butt we sleep.
I go to the bathroom and she taps down the hallway toward the doggie door.
uh-oh. The light is on.
This means we've got company.
It's 3:30, the witching hour, why is the warlock up?
I tiptoe to the kitchen, hoping to make my coffee and sneak back to my
word processor before he catches me.
After fifty years together, he still wants snuggles.
In the morning?
I don't even want to see his face or talk to him.
I get back to my desk without a hitch.
Then I hear his office door open.
Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk.
Did he forget I'm not a morning person?
I drink two sips of coffee, but it's not enough.
My voice yells, "I'm counting!"
I'm always counting.
Syllables.
Wonderful. Three.
Perpendicular. Five.
Phonetically. Four.
Silence.
Warlock's footsteps go away.
I'm such a witch in the morning.
I even despise myself.
The dog in my head
won't let me sleep.
I can't shake it free.
It follows me
day and night.
It knows my scent—
now it's gone rogue,
and hunts we.
It won't go away.
It waits beside my bed-
the dog I once fed.
It's coming again
It barks out loud,
howls through silence
It's coming again!
[Chorus]
It's the dog in my head!
The dog I once fed!
It's chewing my bones—
Now it wants me instead!
It's the dog in my head!
It's coming again!
There's a kennel in my head,
A chain in my veins.
Scratching its claws into my soul.
Digging up the promises I buried,
Dragging old ghosts back home.
The stench is crawling under my skin.
Its echo never dies.
It's the dog in my head.
It's coming again.
On the road of broken dreams.
Every footprint bleeds my name.
Every scar becomes a doorway.
Every wound becomes a flame.
The cry is always the same.
The dog in my head
It's broken its chain.
It's coming again
To tear and maim.
The dog I once fed.
It's coming again.
[Chorus]
It's the dog in my head!
The dog I once fed!
It's chewing my bones—
Till there's nothing left!
It's the dog in my head!
Feeding on what's left!
It's the dog in my head!
Feeding on what's left!
It's the dog in my head!
It's the dog in my head!
go away tomorrow
come another day
find someone else to pester
with this unwanted day
go away tomorrow
with your unwanted news
find some one else i pray you
give someone else the news
go away tomorrow
and be just another day
bring not back my sorrow
to make me suffer in any way
go away my tomorrow
fill my mind with something else
go away tomorrow
don't bring back any ghost
go away tomorrow
and take with you the season
days i try to remember
because i have a reason
go away tomorrow
before you get here
for i have nothing but sorrow
and in you is my fear
go away tommorow
for i cannot relive
the promise of your sorrows
the pain of love that your give
go away tomorrow
and let me live in peace
for all the tears that i have shed
my soul should be released
(One year ago today...)
In the small verdant village of Kora-Kay
Live peaceful folk who fish, eat and play
At sunset they dance around drum circles and sing
Of yesteryears’ joys and what tomorrow may bring
The words fame and fortune are never needed
As their bounty—food and friends—cannot be exceeded
At death, forever with loved ones they’ll dwell
Knowing of heaven but nothing of hell
One night a group of strange men wander in
Their translator tells them all about sin
There will be no family to greet them up in the sky
Only hell if they believe their own heathen lie
In hell they will burn in eternal flame
For their unrepentant, filthy, naked shame!
They will scream in torment, their pleas unheard
If they do not immediately accept the word
Each child cries and runs to their wailing mother
As elders give despairing looks to each other
Kora-Kay’s chief strolls in to solemnly say
We are a welcoming people, but you must go away
In the small verdant village of Kora-Kay
Dwells a peaceful folk who fish, eat and play
Written 5/29/22
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Not Conservative or Liberal
By Franklin Price
1/31/2016
Not Conservative or Liberal by definition cannot be.
The former wants tradition and the latter change to see.
The world is not the way it was, this country's not the same
As even twenty years ago, yet both parties play the game.
The population's doubled, at least it's nearly so.
We're fighting war on terror now; not a country that we know.
Manufacturing mostly off shore, computers run this place,
Old jobs are few and far between, education's a disgrace.
The expense of staying healthy is prohibitive today.
No family doctor cures, expensive specialists the way.
Christian preachers millionaires; now what could that be for?
Christ taught to help the needy and give something to the poor
The almighty dollar, is the God, of many I must say,
There's panic when the market falls 'cause God might go away.
Change has reared it's ugly head . It has since World War Two
We cannot turn the clock back now; it's quite impossible to do.
We need to work together from our Constitution's base
That's why our founding fathers put this paper in its place
Interpreted much differently, as required over time
To not do so for changes now would be a federal crime
The Constitution, by definition, is the tradition we should use
As the basis for the changes we must make or we will lose
This great country, so confused, maybe has lost its way
We the people, who are the government, must vote and have a say
Now is the time to be involved. Iowa's the first to test us all
We can sit home in PJ's or get ready for our call
Can't keep our voices quiet; must rant and rave and fuss
We must cast our vote when our time comes, or jump off the moving bus.