Long Heads up Poems
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Politicians say things which seem so strange
They tell us we need to adjust to change
The reason America is in this big rut
Congress convenes with their heads up their butt
Meanwhile we try to do what they say
We are adjusting to change, it’s what’s left of our pay
They are overtaxing the middle class
And kissing everyone else’s (you guessed it)
I’m tired and angry, feeling betrayed and upset
I haven’t met an honest politician yet
If he were honest he couldn’t get re-elected
The machine has the winners pre-selected
While they are lining their pockets with gold
We have been brainwashed to do what we’re told
You ask me what’s got my goat?
It’s the choices we have when we go to vote.
Used to think rain was fired
by rain bows
boughs break
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Crying milk over cats in stilts
Do bygones come from Bygonia(let it go)
It’s all water under the bridge
If it was over it would be a flood
Biting the hatchet
Bury the bullet
Do oiled witches
Fly off the handle
Does that mean you can rub someone the right way
Are astronauts seldom under the weather
If you cut all corners do you get a circle
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If you turned a blind eye wouldn’t the seeing eye turn as well
Do serial killers warn people by giving them a heads up
If you never looked back would you eventually go round the world to where you were originally
I can’t remember but I think I gave someone a piece of my mind the
step
I think this is your stop
The hand of dawn smashed the cleavage of the midnight sky
Cuddled the moon and flirted with the milky way
Until the sky missed all her stars
The clouds became pregnant
The night was still thick, so nature decided to make that one of their little secrets
But walls had ears indeed .
The birds whispered to the ocean to have her menu paused
For heaven is about feeding the earth
Quickly, the Hills and Mountains bowed
Galleys and valleys halted their pant
The beautiful daffodils tossed their heads gently to the rhythm of the waves whiles awaiting the rains
Lo and behold the rains kissed the earth
Birthed a new day
The fields were greened, pastures regained strength to feed
The sun gave a duchenne smile, and its effervescence spread the sweet-scented daffodils,
Charging the atmosphere with beauty .
May nature prepare our blessings whiles we snore
May we find the birds for heads-up
May the rains come timely
May the aftermath bring forth success, progress, fortunes and beauty
Merry Christmas and a Prosperous 2023...????????
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She is dead, someone said and I laughed to my gut.
Then I looked around and my foot was not in their world
I was now lavender, in a field of other lavenders. What?
The wind was a gentle breeze, especially swirled.
My vision of earth was clear. I could see my loved ones fine.
They did not see me anymore. Focused instead on my shell.
She was a beauty, I guess it was too many pills with wine?
I am here! I tried to scream at them. Possibly I am in hell?
Another stalk of lavender gave me a heads up about my situation.
It does not do any good, she communicated. Your time there is up.
The death train has come, you have left the earth-bound station.
I turned to my left and saw one tiny almost hidden lone buttercup.
Tis true, the buttercup assured me. You are a lavender queen.
But how can that be? I asked. I am a human. Is this hell?
The buttercup’s smile was the most incredible I’ve seen.
Oh no. She assured me. Now in heaven you dwell.
At night, he dons the mask, and closes tight his eyes.
He pulls back on the stick, and heads up to the skies.
The wind is whistling around the canopy.
Besides the panel light, none far as eyes can see.
His breathing’s somewhat forced, more than a little bit;
He’s told it will take time to get the hang of it.
He’s soaring through the clouds; he knows because the night,
Once filled with points of light, is strangely opaque white.
He smiles to think the fog is slowly rolling in,
For that’s where dreams are found and difficulty ends.
The autopilot set, he doesn’t fight the yawn.
Then tipping to the east, looks forward to the dawn.
Oh how troubling to hear the scary sounds of hopelessness!
Even more so from aged ones leaving many questions; no answers.
A 97 year old man speaks and the world with ears open and heads up, listens.
He recently spoke of a cold war unlike any we have ever seen; between parties
Almost evenly matched with economic, military, and technological capacities.
Complex tasks and prior failures flood the vocabulary of experts.
He only predicts possible if not a probable catastrophic disaster.
We listen to him and return to our coffee while buying and selling.
We watch him in the news and resume our texting and taking selfies.
We deem men are wiser today, forgetting that humans rarely change.
We are less wise, but more woeful, more war-like, more self-destructive.
May we dare to be unlike our relatives of Noah's day, who never changed.
050221PS
Keep your head up high always
Always look up to heaven in time and space
His love looks down upon you
Down upon you radiating all around
Around you His creation
Creating new beings with His loving grace
Sanctified with His spirit
© Joseph, 10/21/07
© All Rights Reserved
The form is 7/11/7/11/7/11/7. The total syllable count is 61. The first line has
seven syllables, second eleven, third seven, fourth eleven, fifth seven, sixth
eleven, and seventh seven. Rhyming is optional; however, it’s a plus. Any
variation of the words “seven” or “heaven” must appear in the poem. Invented by
Joseph Spence, Sr., 2007.
Autumns here, not to cold
Roses are still blooming
Looking around I see lots to do
Dead heading,weeding and pruning
Bulbs ive bought for next year
To pop their heads up here and there
And the sweet pea seed pods
Are drying in the air
It's time to tidy up our plot
With lots of digging too
Weeds to pull, beds to hoe
Lots of things will have to go
You know you have to be a little brave
If that roseyou want to save
But you will learn that over time
You have to be cruel
Just to be kind
The flower beds need a tidy
Take all the dead stuff off the top
Veg plotsbeing well dug over
Waiting for next years crop
Pruning back wayward branches
Collecting seeds, next year to sow
Burning up the collected debre
Long gone are the neat vegies in straight rows
The lawn will soon need it's final cut
All the birds have flown their nests
Must take down the nesting boxes
To clean and get rid of pests
September now with harvest moon
Time will fly and very soon
Christmas will be here
I hear you cry
And then its over
In the blink of an eye
And then ........
Springs around the corner
With wondrous thing to see
Bulbs popping up above the ground
Giving joy to you and me
And when all the hard works done
You can sit back and be pleased
Wind, frost, rain and sun
You've grown all that you need
The seasons cycle will start again
And it will be time
Seed catalogueat the ready
More varieties to find
Seeds to sow , hpoe they'll grow
The lawn will soon need it's 1st mow
The summer months to enjoy
But really it's just a ploy
It all starts again
For another year
For harvest festival
Is here again for another year
7/29/21
"30"
While seeing lifeforms scurry
Heard it all from a little birdie
This morning the birds extra chirpy
Can't take too long, got to hurry
In order to make the best of this journey
Got to hold on sturdy
And stack up turkey
Realizing what is and isn't worthy
None of it is going to deter me
Animals and people being shirty
Humans being flirty
And quirky
Often putting themselves firstly
The lines are getting murky
Sounds like a free-for-all A.K.A. Destruction Derby
Vision getting blurry
My cup always dirty
Still getting up early
I use to worry
Bothered me, like it hurt me
Just leads you more quickly toward the gurney
Now I just push on with super-saiyan fury
You'd think I popped a perky
Or had on a jersey
Recently turned thirty
On a planet with constant controversy
And often no mercy
As another Earthling
It's disturbing
That problems keep returning
Ten Hut!
Heads up!
Otherwise you'll be a dead duck
And get setup
You ain't got a damn clue
Because you've never had to
I use to, but no longer do I feel bad for you
Always the party goes
Go ahead and call me Luigi or Mario
Sometimes working on cardio
When I turn into Bowser, it'll take more than an army yo
Funny thing is, nearly everybody hardly knows
You really ain't got the smarts or heart it shows
Send you into another dimension, I'm not sorry though
Lockdown over, I had to head to school
my pupils waiting to learn the golden rule
I got ready and put on that mask
following the health protocols is a must
How would I each word articulate?
and those whole lessons explicate!
***
Principals in their towers have their say
and teachers, Skills For Life, have to convey
So eager to see my pupils and join the classroom
no time to spend with colleagues in the teachers room
Just virtual wishes.. Love and hugs
and the joy of all the social media tags.
***
I looked weird, in need of a breathing space
with that mask and my glasses, nothing remained of my face!
High time I proceeded with the warming up
avoiding to preach or give a negative heads up
A perplexed look in my pupils eyes I could see
a strong desire to build in them a motivational esprit
***
Nothing has changed, me doing all the talking
in day dreams they seemed to be sinking
My voice in the void echoed, "am I speaking Chinese?
I'm afraid, these are but the English language abcs!"
'If you can't turn the page, burn the book'. "Would you please paraphrase?
not all at once, please, one at a time as always!"
***
"Sorry teacher, we didn't bring our textbooks"
I was maddened but they got nothing from my looks
"Teacher, isn't burning books wrong and bad?!"
I felt deeply disappointed but could nothing add!
I see you've been learning English off by heart!
and with revision you've torn your minds apart!
***
We are wise and curious, teacher! glued to our smart phones
learning from Peaky Blinders.. Breaking Bad.. and Game of Thrones!
I thanked God I was wearing that shielding mask
I could resist my rage and carry off the teaching task.
To my pen, a deep gratitude for such a relief
such a consuming task could make funny and brief.