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The government’s been lobotomized
The left and right’s too polarized
The media has us hypnotized
All the topsoil’s getting sterilized
What have we gotten ourselves into?
Nobody’s talking face to face
They need a computer interface
If we keep going at this pace
There won’t be no more human race
What have we gotten ourselves into?
I humbly propose a clean solution
We don’t need to change the Constitution
No need to make no contribution
Just start a grass roots revolution
Stop being the problem and be the solution
If you don’t know what’s going on, WAKE UP!
If Big Brother’s doing wrong, SPEAK UP!
If someone’s hurting someone, STAND UP!
Be a participant in life, not a critic, not a spectator.
Someday when you’re old and gray
You might look back fondly on today
Was it the day you chose a better way
Or was it just like any other day
To change the world, change yourself first and expand from there.
Start a grass roots revolution.
Mom bought records of the classic Disney films; each song
was played again and then again; we all sang along.
Mad Hatter singing he was late, Snow White singing too,
and seven whistling dwarves kept us from feeling blue.
Yes, those were our “Wonder Years” with my family.
Also we watched musicals as re-runs on TV.
Fiddler on the Roof ; The Sound of Music - pure delight!
West Side Story thrilled me with “Maria” and “Tonight.”
I began collecting records; my first idol’s name
was Herman. With his Hermits, he enjoyed brief fame.
Older kids were listening to whatever gave a shock:
Dylan, Hendrix, Joplin, Stones, or psychedelic rock.
I preferred the “bubblegum” - Grass Roots, Tommy Roe,
and all the Top Forty Hits on my radio.
Also there were songs of novelty, a different sort,
“A Boy Named Sue” and that “Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport!”
Some songs linger with nostalgia: gems like “Close to You”
or “Johnny Angel.” Those recall special boys I knew.
In the 1970’s, it was clear I was
A fan of pop rock music, simply just because!
I love songs with beat that make me want to sing or dance,
but sometimes I’m inclined to hear soft songs of romance!
Though I'm busy now with many other things, I strive
to hear what’s new on TV music shows or when I drive.
But what’s the music of my soul? In all honesty,
I must say my early years most affected me!
I knew my ancestry and my dad was a joiner,
But verged on disowning my mum for labour,
Not married in history yet throbbing with spark,
Love, truth, kindness fibered the gelled dark.
A stunner - intelligent, muscular but sensitive,
The royal in me saw the people as plaintiff,
As steering the vile lark of determining troughs,
In a grass-roots democracy to nullify the toffs.
Prolific at speeches, education never lacked,
Peeking as child into the ear in discern I jacked,
I knew nothing was unproven, cleanliness won,
Joules inside quenched the human sown son.
In the health profession I beamed, overcame, won,
Differences waged exacted to desecrate the sum -
Poor, minority, stealthy and dragon ignored asunder,
No equality known to hook the solid, base shelter.
Mobile, but wherever I tread met haters and lovers,
Pranced about suckered by vulgar ruling bearers;
Taught children life and followers’ carers’ quick,
Stead ahead hailed by the people as their wick.
Freedom held my blink until shown as the trait -
Real by weight for the sick to crop myself as bait.
Therefore human aim, space, time shouted ball,
‘Cos the individual is right, by the pinnacle, wall.
My twelve friends accepted my way and my mind,
Chose to love crook, crank or by altruism behind,
Meant rear - banned and ashore, but fully sentient,
No restorative, candid deeds to strike ambivalent.
People glued came to see me - the Nile drawn,
Dealt troubles without ways n’ routes to spawn;
Yet state and common folks both, themselves,
Killed me for a movement shooting with shelves.
But those many who loved me would never forget,
Forged sail by the integral identity never truly set:
They said afterwards that my substance, way, holds,
It’s life that affords me, not the shined, bold folds.
There was a court case and everything, a slot,
When they asked if I was a god, king, mad, a shot:
Dumb. Bitter I’d gone and cut short, they said I’d live,
Within them in their memory as the cultural give.
My existence is not a point - your location, for always:
It’s not belief in me that matters but it's your sways;
Your life is important and it's your existence that calls,
MLK, Lincoln, Walker ball for the sentient, rugged stalls.
Who am I?
Don't want to be a bother,
Don't want to come between
Don't want to cause distraction
Don't want to make a scene.
Though stating really clearly-
I fear there's something wrong and
If i can't state it here
Where else do I belong?
There's problems in society and
I ask with much respect
To voice your words with wisdom and
also help correct.
One world that we all live in and
Hallejuah just for that!
Cannot be frivolous
Don't want to be a prat.
There are many social issues and
It's time that we address
The filthy greedy rich and
people are suppressed.
People are not happy and
It affects the universe
To get to what is forward
Sometimes we must reverse.
So let's back it up and
highlight what is real
I empathise with others and
Can understand what others feel.
There are some things I won't tolerate
For my world is your world too and
Your world is my world
So let all of us pursue...
Peace and happiness
Here all are resuming?
Just don't ever forget
We are all human.
Indeed people are special and
all so unique
Strong in a way
Another so meek.
We can do our bit
Let's get back to grass roots
To change what is wrong and
Societies Attributes....
Don't want to be a fool
Don't want to be a propriety
Don't want to be a number
No faith in this society....
But I believe in you!
Rick’s Big Surprise
Newt hid out in the buckeye state
Nothing tonight added to his slate.
Paul’s grass roots youthful surrogates
Continue quest for delegates
Loss of Liberty is his fear
He slams the fed and wild crowds cheer.
Not much noise from the Romney camp
For on this night they had no amps.
No matter how they spin their grief
Morning found them in disbelief
Nevada did not provide a bump
Nor did the voice of Donald Trump.
Rick pulled off a three state surprise
Populism is on the rise
His crowd has enthusiasm
Frontrunner had painful spasm
Here’s the lesson of the night Mitt
Can’t buy love you have to earn it.
Written after Rick Santorum’s primary and caucus wins in the states of Missouri, Minnesota, and Colorado.
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Way down in Itta Bena
Down the Mississippi way
B. B. King was born
And boy could this guy play
This Beale Street blues boy
Watched T-Bone Walker strum
He said to himself one day
Like him, i will become
He toured many venues
Bringing audiences joy
With Lucille by his side
This Mississippi boy
Go go, go B. B. King go go
His own kind of blues
From his grass roots true
He plays from his heart
Since his first debut
This Mississippi boy
Named B. B. King
Could play the blues guitar
And sing, sing sing
" My entry into Raul's " B. B. King contest "
To be sung to Johnny B Goode, with the slight
chorus continuing after the fifth verse
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Just Now, I Started To Feel...
All Stopped Up With Writer's Block
Thus lack any idea about
what to type out until aye
reach the end, and
even then cannot
make any promises (promises -
this aint no typo typo),
to meet (even ill)
equipped outback
with or without an alley bye,
which dismal situation unlike earlier,
when fount of literary creativity
unstoppably gushed profusely
lichen wherein rub
barb plants for rain dee cry
hence, just imagine situation
(**** guss) to
being constipated, and dry
miss daisy crazy regarding
(collective soul sigh'n noses)
begs for antihistamine,
asper nostrils to get dry
from congestion - so envision
both symptoms (for real)
affected this guy
bodily woes simultaneously,
while conservative flash mobs
sprout like pollen haters
trample grass roots
activists chanting jai
guru dev donned as barenaked,
foo fighting, nirvana
seekers no lie
trucking with pearl jam
hued open skyz
passing one black crow
did house after another
jet ting via reo speedwagon
greeting village people
mix ultra liberal protesters,
who peaceably demonstrate my
self included holding recycled
placards, sans
targeting well nigh
Republicans Putin on the Ritz
must be ousted,
cuz them that har pry
ha merrily bilking work
a day citizens seated
on their tushy in expelling qui
yet deadly flatulence athwart
cushy congressional seats
to ease government lackeys,
who trumpet "FAKE" news.
For my 2013 New Years Resolution
I'm going to lawfully and legally purchase myself a gun.
I've never been pro or con regarding guns.
I've always remained very indifferent towards them.
I'm not buying a gun because I feel that I need protection,
and I don't have a sudden interest in gun target shooting.
Hell, I'm not even going to purchase any ammunition,
and I'm not starting a hobby for gun collecting.
I just want my name to be counted among gun registration
so that our leaders will know that they are dealing
with one more good and responsible armed citizen.
I'm purchasing a gun to protect my U S Constitution
and show my support for upholding our second amendment.
Our right to keep and bare arms was not established so much for our protection
from wild animals or from the common criminal element,
it was established to protect us from the over throw of our government
by they elected who do not truly The People represent.
"In Order For One To Conquer A Nation,
One Must First Disarm The Nation's Citizens."
Adolph Hitler said that, but I'm paraphrasing him.
Disarming Our Nation's Citizens
Will Be Our Ultimate Damnation.
It would be far too great of a temptation
for the powers that be who seek world domination,
and if you think that present day powerful fascists of major corporations
on a quest to attain complete and total world domination
is a far fetched ridiculous, inconceivable notion,
well then you are thinking exactly
how the powers that be
want you to continue thinking.
Lawfully and legally purchase yourself a gun
for your 2013 New Years Resolution.
It's a peaceful and non violent way to protest Washington.
If more guns get purchased legally by the bulk of the population
massive public pressure will then be imposed upon the leaders of our nation
and will send a powerful message as to where we all stand
regarding our support in upholding our Second Amendment.
This however is only a suggestion
to all of you who are frustrated soliciting and circulating worthless petitions
to the deaf ears in Washington and continue accomplishing absolutely nothing.
Buy A Gun To Defend Our U S Constitution.
Even guns can be used in peacful, non violent grass roots revolutions.
The year was ‘72; Morrison had died,
yet I felt little sorrow, for when he was in his prime,
I was a pre-teen junkie for bubble-gum rock
like the songs of Herman and his Hermits, Grass Roots, Bread
and whatever else became hot tunes on the radio.
Knowing little about Jim Morrison, I was aware of his name,
however, and was a fan of three famous songs:
“Light My Fire,” “Hello I Love You,” and “People are Strange.”
Stopping by Woolworth’s later on in ‘72,
I came upon a compilation album of the Doors
named Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine.
I had been collecting albums but never one of the Doors.
The album was a very good price, so I nabbed it!
At night I lay in bed listening to the album’s tunes,
some of which were, as the album’s name implied, indeed weird.
However, I enjoyed lifting the needle of my record player
again and again to spin on the turntable
two of my favorite songs from that album:
“Don’t You Love Her Madly” and “Riders on the Storm.”
Listening again after all these years
and knowing now what I know of Jim Morrison and his demise,
I sense the irony as I listen to the last lines
of “Riders on the Storm” -
“Girl you gotta love your man. . .”
up to this incongruous lyric: “Our Life will never end.”
May 13, 2019 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Writers on the Storm" Contest
Walking in silence, feeling the ground beneath my feet,
It's soft, the grass roots are tickling my feet, walking in silence, my heart nor does it skip a beat,
I am in the blissful moment, wherever I am, there I shall be, my heart is within its own time, for I am in total unknown peace.
I AM IN THE WORLD OF THIS VERY MOMENT...
I am walking in silence, for no place do I need to be,
My breath is at a slow babies speed, my chest barely rises, I feel the summers warm breeze hit my face with a butterflies soft love, I inhale deeply, a smile comes across my face.
I WALK IN SILENCE ALWAYS IN PEACE.
I kneel down to lay in the field of dandelions, they are as yellow as the sun, I close my eyes to listen to the birds lullaby, I can feel the soft grass against my skin, I am in this very moment, please don't wake me, I ask you now, to join me in this blissful meditation moment, to just walk in silence, slow down you heart, close your eyes, enjoy the sere
ne beauty, for tomorrow isn't promised to anyone...