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A family lived in a little row house in Queens.
When we saw them each week, there were numerous funny scenes.
The household head was adamantly opinionated.
This loading dock foreman was grossly undereducated.
His wife Edith was unassuming and subservient.
She and daughter Gloria witnessed many an event.
In the living room, raucous arguments we saw,
as he clashed with his educated liberal son-in-law.
Gloria’s husband was a live-in student named Mike.
This “meathead” was someone the father-in-law did not like.
For years, Archie called Mike a “dumb Polack”.
On television ratings, this family had a lock.
In the seventies, the Bunkers were a sensation.
We can still see the show’s reruns in syndication.
I don't digress, my search is true
Land that I love, where are you?
The freedoms that so richly rang
From every mountain top
I stretch my ear until I strain
Still I can hear them not.
The pledge we held so very dear
I hardly recognize
Our God who made all possible
We've grossly put aside.
In offense to the forefathers
Some even dare to change
That great time-honored document
The one that bears their names.
How long can we hope to stand
On a foundation grown corrupt
Indeed the blind now lead the blind
We're headed for a bitter cup.
And so I race to find a trace
Of that America
The one I knew and loved so well
When I was growing up
I'll not digress my search is true
Land that I love, where are you?
RETA PRUITT
September 15, 2016
In a barren apocalyptic landscape,
under a withered, bare, and grossly malformed weeping willow tree.
Lies a lone stone which reads: There is no escape From the house of the dead.
The stone, in pristine state, stands as a testament to all who enter there.
The interloping tendrils of a wisteria vine, have encircled and strangled all in its path. Except for the stone, which emits an eerie glow, as a lighthouse beacon in a fog laden ether.
THERE you will experience true solitude.
Approaching closer, you feel the frigid breath of the cemetery breeze, enveloping you and drawing you nearer, t’ward a single oblique whisp of a specter as she floats ominously over the stone.
Her once great love left her for dead, and
from the depths of sorrow, she acquiesced.
Since that day, she has clung to the life she once had.
Her happiest days were spent in the garden behind a house where no one else played.
Laughing, singing and running with her once great and true love they spent endless days together.
Now, in her current form, she lists as she sways, her tattered ghostly shroud swipes against your leg.
The window curtains’ lace whips wildly through the night air, flicking against your feet and wakes you sharply from your sleep.
Opening your door, as you head down the hall, in the corner of your eye, you spy a translucent figure. Turning to look the shape disappeares.
Was this a dream, forebodance, a warning of some future catastrophe? Mark me, and heed these words well......There IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD.
February 21, 2021
Poem written for Constance La France
Ghost Poetry contest
He is sheer, unbridled power.
His size belies his agility and speed.
Though savage, his world is one of innocence and beauty.
His rules are simple;
Feed, breed and stay alive.
To the Native American he is the symbol of all that is good;
Wisdom, Courage, Strength, Honesty and Beauty.
He is the protector of the forest,
And a king in his own right,
Deserving of our respect.
Judy Ball
Like most large creatures of great strength who are unpredictable the bear has been grossly misunderstood and feared.
He has been exploited and hunted into almost extinction by Man who kills anything he can't control.
HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS
(poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).
How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time.
Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune.
Indelible, permanent and unfading abysmal damaging domestic dynamics got etched deep upon the memory of this erstwhile individual! The general gist in the form of quick brush strokes (namely written) of psychologically traumatizing recollection now follows.
I can attest to malevolent mean-spirited objections by my father (and late mother) in regard to my grossly unacceptable attire, deportment and work ethic.
Form:
Tell me, why is is it that only today’s poems read?!
The latest poem...is it just for speed?
You might find gems from a poet's great past,
Written in great beauty, that forever does last!
Even, the most transcendent poets of all time,
Were not three or one line poetry machines!
I wrote close to three-thousand, which in retrospect,
I find, grossly obscene!
Great quality, learning true, classical forms is my new norm.
I was akin to a craven college student in a dorm!
Was popularity only my woebegone daily bread?
What was crawling in my hagiographic head?
Honors to my poet-mentor, I have finally calmed down.
There is no joy for me, being a winner in poetry town.
Life breezes by like an Eagle, then, alas, soon ends.
Poetry, by august writers, awaits me, tween my bookends.
{A tribute to my mentor, and great friend on his birtday}
Whose fine authorship, teaching, and newpsper column.
Using classical forms only, reminds me.
That new, cute forms, keeps souls, minute and lonely.
12/3/2024
Poem One
Ted is a novice when skating on ice
Kept slipping and falling twenty times twice
Body shattered and battered
And his teeth were all scattered
Prayed the tooth fairy will give a good price
Soups and soft food is all he can now eat
But he fancied something that is more sweet
Poured treacle in a large cup
Then quickly drank it all up
Feeling sick, vowed he would never repeat
He felt very hot and started to fret
From every pore he was pouring with sweat
He went outside to cool down
Some wasps where flying around
And saw his body as a sweet object
He screamed loudly, hollered, blubbered and cried
As the wasps were all stinging him with pride
His body grossly swollen
And dignity now stolen
Wished instead gone for a horse and cart ride
14.09.23
Never in the world was there a greater calamity
than those infamous years when they had fought World War Three.
There were cities throughout the world obliterated.
Millions of people’s lives were annihilated.
Only small pockets of civilization remained.
The world as we knew it could no longer be sustained.
Old nations ceased to exist in the new century.
Corporations now prevailed in this society.
Even after the corporations ruled everywhere,
the people would not see the end of global warfare.
Corporate wars took their toll on the population.
These struggles exacerbated the devastation.
The numbers of peoples were grossly decimated.
Somehow, hostilities had to be sublimated.
The corporations would invent an ingenious thing,
a brutal team sport that is played on a banked track ring.
Heavily armored men on cycles and roller skates
compete against each other to determine their fates.
The teams both attempt to retrieve a shot put-sized ball
of steel, and throw it into a goal to win it all.
The action is so intense; the crowds are so enthralled.
This is a deadly game. Rollerball is what it’s called.
Based on the 1975 film "Rollerball"
Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future
media attention did capture
overnight starlet exhibits bravure
generates profuse nonstop
outstandingly positive conjecture
nine year old greeted in France bonjour
mademoiselle so innocent and pure
guaranteed future success
near anonymity one day
household name the next,
automatic fame secure,
whose beautiful swarthy
complexion compounds allure.
Courtesy technological tentacled
trappings everywhere
twenty first century raw
talent discovered anywhere
across world wide web
instant cash cow bajillionaire
clinched record deals guaranteed
linked immortal wealth crystal clear
financial woes never nightmare
flush electronic deposits buffer
sudden renown claim heir
reddit teary boosting
quantity kith and kin here
rilled predictable feigned
interest to care,
when yesterday no hoots given
toward young person's welfare.
Such simplification possibly doth err
grossly inaccurate, I aver,
rushed prediction unfair
nonetheless interesting how
forgotten friends and relatives spur
unexplainable long
atrophied well timed flair
to buttress crumbling complex edifice
long forgotten grudge doth disappear
tangentially madding crowd
metaphorical boatload relative
strangers ferried jostle appear
amazingly enough out thin air
human nature inexplicably fickle
another case in point here,
when yours truly did not roundly square,
among classmates nasty glare
but triangulated, threatened, teased...
convenient token (non smokin')
scapegoat bullies throve to scare
name calling, spitting, suckerpunching,
a curse this then skinny, puny, dorky...
boy never did dare
raise his non hazardous dukes fear
ring being clobbered, pureed, whipped...
perhaps thugs menacing scissoring my long hair
passively internalized deplorable angst.
shooting stars twinkle
sprinkling sparklers on the loose -
fading light expires
vows everlasting
impermanence tightly squeezed -
woes’ storms intertwined
sunshine’s radiance
reflects warm silent repose -
disquieting loss
winter breeze swishes
seasoned kindness transgresses -
permafrost daggers
future corroded
skies disunited in pain-
new love on the rise
listen to my words
it will only last three moons-
passion sprung open
it’s all about sex
carnal desire corrupted -
wild new passion heals
yesteryear future
dream catchers barely composed-
golden communion
seasons have faltered
grossly dishevelled it seems -
autumn recovers
jetsam’s drift reclaimed
anchour line in secure knots -
the universe heals
20th July 2019
Writer's statement:
Haikus normally do not have a title, but I cannot leave the field blank on the website.
In my opinion a writer's statement distracts from the poem.
They have a turn after the second line.
They are about nature and nature is love and love can be lost and rediscovered.
This haiku is personal and autobiographical.
Enjoy reading.