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It is cold and I am here alone, or am I
I fought for their freedom, I am not a bad guy
Not wanting this life and never thought it would be me
Most are here by circumstance not a choice they would agree
Never feared fighting for my country but now I am scared
Is this my life now that I am home, it’s as if no one cared
Never did I want a handout just a chance and understanding
Passersby look at me as homeless, they don’t see I am upstanding
I am saddened and humiliated by my situation
Being asked to serve my country there was never even a hesitation
Why am I here, being here at this point in my life is strange
Willing to work with pride for a fair paycheck in exchange
Please don’t notice me I am embarrassed and can’t face your eyes
There is a dark storm inside but my pride makes me wear a disguise
Never ever should you feel humiliated nor embarrassed
You should be shown love and appreciation and there for cherished
YOU ARE loved my brother you must remember this
Not everyone is good or gives when they can, humans they dismiss
Such a great man who fought for us all should never be on the street
As I see you it is simple, for our country you represent our heartbeat
Our country has made a mistake, never should a soldier be homeless
You are a hero and deserve nothing less than to feel wholeness
While things are slowly changing in the government this has to end now
You still love your country even now after being left all alone, to you I bough
You are the reason we have the rights and choices we have, I will never forget
You have sacrificed everything for me, on helping you I am dead set
There is no pity for you, pure respect and admiration is more like it
I am embarrassed for the human race for by now they would have quit
Never be embarrassed or feel like you are less, for here you stand
A proud American Veteran, a man who gave everything for his homeland
Before me I see a man filled with Honor, Love and Pride
In the fight against homeless Veterans it is you I stand alongside
I love you, I appreciate you, and I care for you deeply
Never see yourself as anything less as I believe in you completely
This poem is to remind you that not all is lost and America can do better
Until this issue is gone please feel my ongoing hug in the form of this sweater
Form:
Prune juice as effective emetic
Brainstorming yields casting
the following plumbline
netting genetic, italic, kinetic,
magnetic, opportunistic, quixotic,
synchronistic, and universalistic result.
Ofttimes I experience constipation bout,
and thus the missus pours me a class
of natural laxative with clout
nursing said tonic,
yours truly situated in close proximity
to bathroom without doubt
lest sphincter muscles go into overdrive
wreaking excretory fallout
challenge compounded to access loo
courtesy flare up of gout
while all alone in the wilderness
helplessly at odds how to receive handout
of toilet tissue (or baby wipes), I bewail
to avoid staining underwear
(with trademark skid marks,
which the wife bemoans,
when washing clothes in kitchen sink
repulsed when seeing
a small piece of excrement)
the latter cloth material to clean tuckus,
which I prefer using
to attend unpleasant task
to render posterior happy and shiny tushy
(housing a well functioning conduit,
where human waste eliminated
that without fail
fills tidy bowl brim to overflowing)
frequently necessitating me to bucket flush
and/or notify management headquarters
(for a plumber) located in Lansdale,
which short poem
figuratively sketches thumbnail,
when dyschezia plugs up
lower orifice of the alimentary canal
a side effect linkedin to one or more
of the prescription medications
reliant upon to ameliorate
the mental health issues
of social anxiety, dysthymia,
(a low mood occurring
for at least two years,
along with at least
two other symptoms of depression), and
palmar hyperhidrosis (characterized by
chronic excessive sweating,
not related to the necessity of heat loss)
to list a few outstanding plagues
upon mine body electric
afflicting me since mommy dearest
witnessed debut during her parturition
heralding my debut into this badass
webbed, wide world,
whereby wildly contra dancing,
(the most fun one can have
with their clothes on),
a pleasant panacea,
yours truly foot loose and fancy free
applying nimble fingers watching
lovely ladies fancifully twirled.
This is only the beginning i say
as i lay stone to build a
foundation
To rise our empire
And lift our entire nation
Turn off the world and use your
imagination
And listen to the shadowy voice
of reason
Am I the only spark yearning to
ignite change
This isn't a poem or a rap, no
where on the vocal range
No where on the map but I tell
you this fights staged
Realizing the same **** ends up
on the front page
Why are we so enveloped with
crazy and deranged
Why can't we get past our
materialistic selfish ways
See man down and our society
leaves him where he lays
Nobody needs a handout
except those who can afford to
pay
Along with those who work the
system and sit on their ass all
day
Contributing to nothing leaving
no responsibility to be had
The way I see it this system is
a dead beat dad
Who doesn't acknowledge he
has a child
Unless the child can support
him and it makes the child
mad,
Then the child acts up and they
say he's being bad
So they put him in time out and
make the other children hand
over their lunches
But when the child is hurt he
has to mend his own crutches
When the child is sick he has
buy his own medicine
And dads nowhere around to
give discipline
Clearly dad don't care
Clearly something is wrong
here
I'm talkin to walls cuz I swear
to god I see them breathin
That rust stain I thought was
were blood was seepin
My world is alive but why is it
dieing
Am I the reason or am I just
surviving
While this place perishes
And I find myself crying
Are we not trying
To save ourselves from
drowning or are we to busy
individually to notice our
surroundings
Living day to day as if there's
no reason to pray for tomorrow
We've been numbed to the pain
and sorrow
By blindly passing by the
coldest of hollows
Disregarding compassion in
exchange for self growth
Coincides with leaving the rest
with no hope
When there's nothing left to
whom you gonna gloat
When the lake is dry how the
hell you gonna float
This is only the beginning I say
as I paddle the first stroke
Being Black is a race.
A race against time
A race from the police
A race from racism
A race from ourselves
A race from poverty, drugs and abuse
A race within our race against our own kind, to stop the violence and the murders, a race to stop the crime.
Being Black you will find yourself running a race that you will race one way or another.
Being Black is a race that you will face.
A race from discrimination and segregation
A race to know
A race to grow
A race to succeed, to accomplish, to out do
A race to prove, to be accepted
A race to be respected
A race to be reckoned with
Being Black is a race within a race.
Being Black is a race they don’t want to be, but they want to copy, emulate and duplicate. Some people are intimidated just by us being Black, because now our skin color has the Power. But they too have the Power, they been had the Power, and now that we have the same Power they have, it’s a problem.
For many, many years Black has been depicted as dark, depressing, dirty, sadness, unworthy, horror, fear, wicked, evil, death… The wicked witch wore black, at funerals people wore black because that was a time of sadness. It appeared as Blacks, we were cheap, we were poor, we wanted something for free, always looked for a handout, we wanted something marked down or taken off, or “go get yo manager.”
That’s not all Blacks. Truth be told, every race loves discounts, sales and markdowns. But why call it “Black Friday” when things are “cheap?” Why not call it Blue, Purple or Green Friday? Just saying.
Oooh but WOW, what a difference! This “Black” thing has taken a turn and look at how Black has changed.
Black symbolizes Empowerment (always did)
Black is of Excellence
Black is Beautiful (always been)
Black is Dominance
Black is Luxury
Black is Elegance
Black has a higher meaning and is of an even higher standard.
Yes, higher than high.
Do you know what it means to have a “Black” Card in today’s society?
Oh you made it big big if you got a “Black” Card.
Anyway, while you run your race (at your own pace), embrace being Black.
It was when I paused a moment from my workload’s pressing call
that I gazed upon the picture frames which lined my office wall
and I sensed a strange sensation and was soon to be beguiled
by the host of beaming faces as six generations smiled.
Though I laud the pioneering skills my grandfathers had showed,
my thoughts drifted to the women-folk who also walked that road
and it dawned that all our chronicles, our ballads, poems too
failed to sing the women’s praises in the way they ought to do.
From the dreamtime of our nation and the Aborigine,
long before the new white visitor arrived from ‘cross the sea,
the indigenous black mothers would seek out bush tucker food
in an effort to give sustenance to her nomadic brood.
And the wretched convict woman with her love-child by her side
forced to labour in the work house - and in vain as her child died –
how she struggled for existence in the infant colony
with the hope of serving out her time and one day being free.
Loyal wives of military men who too were forced to dwell
far away from native England and to live here quite a spell;
also women of free settlers proud to stand beside their men
in a land of sweat and sorrow and rebuild their lives again.
When the question of imbalance of the genders rose its head,
many women sought to emigrate and hoped that they would wed;
but the immigration policy developed many flaws
till the Chisolms of the century took up the women’s cause.
Once the mountains to the west were crossed the steadfast settler's wife
looked to find a piece of country where she might live out her life:
far from comforts of the cities to some isolated run
where she fought a running battle with the searing summer sun -
Where a slab hut was her castle - where a white ant bed the floor –
where she always had a handout for the traveller at the door.
Though she bore a swag of youngsters with the aid of her black friend,
sadly some would battle whooping cough: it won out in the end.
CONTINUED
a social commentary
Among the vast of sea and land
Where a nation is born
Where a nation arises from the ashes to stand
Upon other large shoulders.
And coming from out of this very land we live,
A mass of people from every race and creed,
A nation of the rich, the poor that's ready to give,
Solace to those who are in need.
From the ashes of war and sudden death of a nation
Young but ready to face any peril in its way
Becoming patriots of a nation ready at any time.
Struggling for equality
Of rights we believe in,
And that's not for some but for you and me
As this young nation be always ready.
Our churches may burn to the ground
Or tallest building suddenly falls,
But I know for each battle cry and sound,
A young nation goes forward at any cost.
When Black Lives Do Matters to some but not others,
When fascism and racism bleed the bodies of our sisters and brothers
And mothers hold their children tightly
A young nation goes forward.
When churches are supposed to be a place of safety,
But instead killing fields for those hateful ones
Leaving those behind to be
Orphans, widows and in sadness.
When there are men who are filled with hate
Fueled like fire burning inside
Crash into our nation's most sacred gated
Just for the sake of freedom.
Who will fight for me?
Who will fight for those left behind?
Who will fight so I can be free
While this nation suffers and die.
I lost faith in this nation
As she slumbers and sleeps
While there's a generation
Trying to understand each other.
The Rainbow People wants rights because they are gay
The Indigenous People wants belongs to them
Everybody's got a handout in everyway
Pulling a nation further and further apart.
Arise people of this Union so brave
Arise and take note,
Have you forgotten the blessings God gave
While a nation sleeps away.
In the vast of people in one place,
Divided and strong
But one as a Union none to replace
Or bring about unity
This nation we live in
Yes, this nation we live in.
16 July 2022
Attention! Attention! Read all about it, and don't you dare doubt it. You know me. I
thrive in controversy! When it comes to poetry, some of you is showing mercy! So I'm
gonna be 110% real. So here's the deal. I must get this sickness off my chest. So allow me
to address these member contests.
I see a lot of favoritism, it's borderline racism! See I'm a grown man, so understand
I'm not into games. Now these members, I won't mention names, and no this ain't no verbal
gun. I'm not gonna take shots at anyone. So you can remove the bullet proof vests. Go
back and view the last 10 contests, and that person who ran it. I don't understand it! It
must be a sin that the same 10 win over and over again! Knock on wood. Ain't no one that
damn good!
Attention! Attention! Read all about it and don't you dare doubt it! So what if a fellow
poet gets mad. It's sad to give them something they didn't earn. They need to learn.
Nothing in life is free! That's reality. You need to erase that first place! You did not earn it
and that "ribbon" you need to burn it! Now this is legit. Something really smells and surely
ain't s#%t!
Attention! Attention! Read all about it and don't you dare doubt it! On this site well into
the night, relationships are made, but don't be afraid to tell it how it is! You can tell the
quality in poetry between hers and his! The poets you've come to love, and are fond of
without a doubt don't need a handout! What cha mean, you don't want to hurt no ones
pride?! You're setting that poet up to commit suicide! Rejection can really sting! Especially
going through life not earning a thing! I guess that is the difference between you and me.
Because materialistically I had to sacrifice. I earned everything I got in my life!
*I'm aware the contests are judged by the "opinion" of the person that sponsors the contest.
But stop letting personal feelings get involved. It's a sign of weakness!
Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''
The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old
Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold
Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before
Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core
Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought
Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought
I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure
My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.
I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.
As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights
Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.
Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight
I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention
I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.
Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day
I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.
I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.
Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.
Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground
One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound
I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free
Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree
Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret
I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.
Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment
My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment.
Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA
Date: 26-10-11
ONE:
At three in the morning the Internet calls out.
Come to the computer; visit friends round about.
All of a sudden, soon pulling hair out,
The lights go off, a total blackout…shutout!
TWO:
Dressed for the country, a total knockout,
In a new white blouse, nothing worn-out,
Marshmallows and smores cooked at the cook out.
Chocolate on the blouse that will not wash out!
THREE:
Friends coming over for a big night out,
Children run to windows; keep a lookout.
Their car slips and slides while they are in route.
Festivities become a complete washout.
FOUR:
Going for a visit, the Interstate route.
A car passes by; guess what is thrown out.
Part of a burger with a Whopper handout,
Right in the face of the driver's shouting snout.
FIVE:
Rushing one morning to the punch-clock readout.
Arriving on time, that day had some doubt.
Picking up speed cautiously on the look out!
BLAM! The tire explodes, too late, a blowout.
SIX
The day's shopping spree had a strange payout.
Smoke from the windows escaping there out.
Eggs were left boiling when the cook went out.
Shells hit the ceiling and the floor; freak out!
SEVEN:
Walking barefooted on a beautiful route.
(Garden shoes were old with the soles worn out.)
Soft-smelly brown embrace toes round about.
Run to the hose to wash the stinky stuff out.
EIGHT:
Planting a garden with success in doubt.
Hoping for sun and for a big payout.
Watering tomatoes in times of drought.
One night of insects, the crop is wiped out!
NINE:
The birthday present would really standout.
Glow-in-the-dark wrapping, would be far-out.
Fluorescence to shine when the lights go out,
But I left it home and arrived without.
TEN:
A walk in the park to get a workout,
Flowers and children enjoyed throughout.
Birds chirp in trees, their favorite hideout.
A direct hit in the eye; bird fallout, wash out!
© October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
What is the purpose of your visit young man?
I heard that you have the best marmalade in the world
Well we do import oranges but you look a bit foreign to us
I am a seasoned voyager look at the stickers on my case
That is what we are worried about just making sure you are not a friend of Islam
Just a travelling tourist Sir and I am not a criminal communist either
The usual hassle ensued at the border post and the police enjoyed its authority
It gave them power and a reason to be with nothing better than a bit of control
Made Britain great again and ruling over waves of incomers called for respect
Open your bag we can sniff drugs and destruction because your skin is so dark
It is called mixed complexion blame the Spanish because I am from Peru
I can offer you some tales from my journeys to take home for the kids
Bribery won’t work and now trap your dirty snout while we consider your entry
You must be trafficking something and have come here to infest and destroy us
Don’t like your sort and you are too big for your camouflage Wellington boots
But my papers are in order please look at the stamp in my passport
I have been to the world back and beyond and now you give me grief
If you don’t keep your gob shut we must send you straight back to the jungle
Not before we blessed your pigmented pelt with a firm handout from true justice
I may look a tad scruffy to you but people come in all shapes and sizes
Small I may be and yet I can fill hearts with joy and kind exotic delight
He pleaded with the dignity of a stranger which was an alien concept to them
Diversity had died very long ago and the Empire had suffered a solar eclipse
The guard’s hearts had sclerosed from an onslaught of ignorance and regulation
Luckily Paddington had a duffel coat and hat to keep him warm while detained
17th November 2019