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Recently, I awoke
from a very specific dream--
In which I expressed
my getting-a-B.A. scheme
A long-time ambition
I've put on the back-burner
Delayed because I'm not
much of a wage-earner
It'd be easier to succeed
with a B.A. under my belt?
Hard to get there
with low self-esteem (as I've felt)
Plus it'd make my outlook on life
more well-rounded
Even if all that online study
makes me feel grounded
But as for a potential professional job
without a degree
I'm looking into Indexing --
might be just right for me!
Then if I can support my education
financially that way
I hopefully will join the ranks
of B.A. grads someday...
Whether or not I go after
this accomplishment, I will age
The question is, by that time,
do I wish to be more sage?
But I tend to get discouraged
and distracted; so no promise
Perhaps I can enlist
the smarty-pants prayers of St. Thomas
Three long years ago
I first entered these marbled walls
Now with glory and honor pride
Intervened in me we go down in history
On through the day we celebrate
All those electives
We forget our enemy's our foes rejoicing now in love
And ignore bitter's hate
As we walk across the stage
As I journey down the stairs
Tousle floating in my hair
Gladly eyes start to stare
As I walk down the corridors
I smile on through the day we celebrate
We forget our enemy's are foes rejoice in love
And ignore the bitter hate they may resonate
Little wonder how when I was young
I spied how I wanted to make that journey
Like my brothers and sister did
A long, long time ago
Oh, Lord yeah
I'm so happy Diploma in my hand
My people racing to the grandstands
Cheering, clapping ever so happy
While I stand on the podium with my hand out
Waiting for the grand slam while my people holler, shout
Handing me my diploma a sheet of paper
Rolled up paper they call it the tablet of learnt life
Dedicated to Omaha North High School Grads class of 1973,1974
07/15/74
Written by James Edward Lee
Beyond the relics stance tainted feigned glory,
the achievers had gifted us their puzzles,
speckled based best in their field of theory,
like Baia hot baths, can't stomach its guzzles,
aloft or cavernous, or in a quarry,
like those Pyramid guys fuss up their fuzzles,
as rock piles escape while history depicts,
the bookshelves leave those green stains with those quick picks.
Millenniums, centuries, decades, plus years,
anthropologists helped by benefactors,
busy in their research before disasters,
like Baia downed in Naples Bay, off its shores,
letters for funding by their alma maters,
reach prosperous grads where old money outpours,
and achievers will have their dribblings published,
skilled wins the Nobel Prize as greatly cherished.
Let’s give credit where credit is due.
Trump’s accomplishments—I’ll give a few—
should be mentioned today,
so to those who naysay,
let me offer a positive view.
Now the jobless rate’s pleasingly low:
January nineteen---4-point-0.
Our economy’s good,
and improving. All should
see we’ve risen above status quo.
College grads hit the jackpot last year,
for the job market stats made them cheer.
In his plans he’s not slack.
He’s brought many jobs back
and helped generate companies here.
Though new tax laws won’t help everyone,
they’ll help millions. When all’s said and done,
there’s been no perfect law
and no man without flaw
in the White House—nor under the sun!*
Note: I do NOT LIKE his personality, his mouth, but he's accomplished some
good for the U.S.
February 2, 2019, entered in Anthony Slausin's President Trump
Poetry Contest
Stanza 2: data.bls.com (U.S. Dept. of Labor Report, Feb. 2, 2019)
Stanza 3: cbsnews.com (May 17, 2018)
conservativedailypost.com (Jan. 10, 2017, Martin Walsh article
says Ford, U.S. Steel, and others agreed to bring over one million
jobs back the U.S.)
Stanza 4: *nor under the sun—except Jesus
November 19, 2020
entered in the Out on a Lim Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Darkness falls as a blanket of shelter.
It negates the ever present, indifferent pain,
it grads you from danger,
and lets others feel your fear.
Darkness closes off the most
vulnerable parts,
the parts that hurt the most,
it gives you strength to dominate feelings,
for darkness is feared above all.
It is powerful beyond the thoughts of man, it’s more engulfing then you dear to believe
for darkness is not just a place for evil as light is for a place of good.
Good is found in he darkness
safety can be found within the consciousness and confines of darkness.
It demonstrates that though you may feel alone,
and though things make no sense,
you are still worthy,
worthy of the ones you love
and who love you
your inner self your reflection
your terrified self.
all of you are seen and loved.
Light is scary,
light is dangerous
it exposes the vulnerabilities and makes perception of weakness and conformity a target so big it gets harder and harder to miss with each passing day.
Light gives way to monsters,
No longer a need to hide
Rather suffocating the air
The once promised our freedom.
darkness my friend where have you been
Murderous Sprees...
sinister Population Control, Sans Cosmic Creator?
Maybe,... I shudder to think
up the sleeve and ornate cufflink
of divine maker, a deliberate pitch
to foist *****sapien on brink
viz self destruction,
asper bedlam upon Earth that doth stink
a hellish conspiracy linkedin with tragedy
namely sinister predestined plan to shrink
terrestrial realm usurped by ink
king a pact of devilish destruction, demolition
denunciation, et cetera doth stoke
unslakable thirst of bloody drink
sucked out the flesh o' every body electric
as zombies and vampires quench
fifty plus shades of deep pink
drain liquid of life courtesy of chosen thugs
incognito golem aliens to kill and sink
civilization, until every person extinct
cold comfort (from this Yankee of mortal fate
lifelong resident of Keystone state),
one day extraterrestrials, (whom might
inhabit planet teeming with billions)
will excavate and then curate
a sorry lot of creatures, where bullets did eliminate
an arrogant, haughty, narcissistic...peoples
(a handful of exceptions to the contrary),
whose various tribes never adapted to integrate
sundry superficial differences among themselves
instead chose to allow, enable and provide
(Putin shill) collusion did willingly corroborate
with dopplegangers i.e. "FAKE" guardians
whose real not so impossible mission
to feign friendship, at heart..a pie rate
but sole outlook to eradicate
coercive, self immersive,
passive, et cetera species
and blithely earn blind trust, unwittingly mutate
into their likeness only to trump
pet gentlemen's agreement brittleness did break
as "FAKE" and devastate
democratic and constitutional compact
(utilizing bribery to swindle elite schools
so crazy rich parents could manipulate
levers of prestigious academia) to satiate
egos bragging about brilliant offspring
only to undermine the complex edifice
spoiling promising futures via golden gate
bridge of studious grads,
who exercised sweat o' their pate.
In school we're taught that laws will always last
Students were told to chase a college dream
Student debtors hoped their loans would clear fast
Building a world where knowledge remains free
High schools were praised for high admission rates
When their grads went to famous colleges
The government gave loans to fill the gates
Knowing how the price of school increases
Americans filled campuses with hope
The colleges raised fees and opened doors
Loans given with ease, but no way to cope
Put weight on student debtors evermore
This was a way to tie their futures down,
Shifting rules, breaking promises pronounced.
Women took out loans for grad school with trust,
Believing promises their debt would fade
Teachers worked twenty years in class, fair and just
Yet, watched their balance grow and not be paid
Their rising debt brought panic to their lives
They sold her homes and cars to meet the strain
Two decades teaching earned them money's strife
And left student debtors with modest gain
She felt trapped like an indentured servant
Whole interest climbed despite her earnest care
No matter how much she was diligent
No money, no path to get her kids there
Why must a teacher tell students to climb
Weak ladders built on debt for endless time?
End of two sonnets, full stop.
Shining gold afterthought:
Why encourage kids
To indenture themselves
For learning that should be free?
Promising to solve age-old problems very soon
a year or two, at most, from our graduation in June
I myself was sure that poverty could be licked right quick
yet 50 years later it’s still on the uptick
A friend of mine told me in a decade racism would be dead
but even today, it rears its ugly head
And as for wars, they’ve gained momentum, fiercer than ever
governments’ ‘permanent endeavor’
So, here’s to all you cocksure, problem-solving new grads, oh-so-clever
~ May yours be the first generation to live forever…
These days it's clearly the fashion
To tell college grads: "Follow your passion."
Yet consider this quick note of caution:
Make sure with your passion you'll cash in.
For Example:
What if your passion is playing trombone?
You spend years and years trying to hone
The skill to emit the purest of tones;
But will you reap what you've sown?
Or simply work your fingers to the bone,
So you can stand in line for a loan?
Remember:
In life it pays to be practical,
Neither over didactical or under tactical;
For it not, the consequences
Tend to be quite 'dramatical,'
Or possibly morbidly theatrical.
Bottom Line:
So when deciding on what occupation to make your splash in,
Do not necessarily follow your passion,
Especially if it's something quite asinine.
Sign up instead for MY 'profession:'
Do as I say, not what you're best in!