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Constantly my pen hit on paper
Asking myself
Can a man sink his roots so deep in he's faith
That he knows that it's breaches would shoot out only to be cut of
Like the sound of joy taking flight and filling the streets
You see from birth to bed of no existence
Like a bird in a cage
I cried for freedom,but freedom was an island of cages
We are told that we are free in the pages of a book
Like books in a library our freedom has been confined to the walls we see
You see God guaranteed freedom,but responsibility limits it to choice like a child I thought freedom was for grown ups ,wen I got in the train of adult hood for freedom was an illusion because you are immune with immunity gives no choice for invisibility
Our protectors can't protect us people who are supposed to stop stealing now steal from us
leaders of tomorrow
Who's tomorrow never comes
Like religion monsters who buried lies in the sermons of greener pastures.
Master of lies laying destructive eggs incubated with psychological Vision
With prophesying the unseen Vision
Let this be The Genesis of our evolution
A SUDDEN WARM BREEZE ENTERS THE MID WEST IT'S NOT TROPICAL IT'S AS IF DALLAS TEXAS WAS PICKED UP AND LANDED IN THE MIDWEST IN THE FALL WHERE IT SHOULD BE COOL CRISP A FAMILIAR FEELING IT FEELS LIKE BOONEY IT COULD BE MOTO COULD IT BE MEECHIE BUT NO WHY IT'S NOT EVEN JEEPERS IT'S BOONEY IN THE FORM OF ANOTHER YOUTH HIS EYES SEARCHING FOR OTHER YOUTHS THE FEELING OF A PLAY GROUND THAT TIME OF YEAR WHERE POOR UNDESIRABLE KIDS GET TO BEG FOR CANDY INSTEAD OF ROBBING THE CORNERSTORES PLAYING DRESSED AS BOONEY BLACK FOR HALLOWEEN PLAYING COWBOYS AND INDIANS BD FOUND PREY WORKING FOR CORRUPTION SELLING DRUGS FOR CORRUPTION AGAIN THERE ARE TIMES GANGS TAKE ORDER DIRECTLY FROM CORRUPTION AND THERE ARE TIMES CORRUPTION TAKE ORDERS FROM GANGS WHEN THIS OCCURS THE BRAND BLEEDS THROUGH THE SKIN RIGHT THROUGH THE SKIN BD HOLD HIS HEAD BACK TILTED TO THE SIDE HIS EYELASHES FALL HIS PREY IS UNLEASHED ON THE STREETS SERIOUS HIT ON ALL PREY WITH THE NAME ZACK AND CARLOS CODE WORD FOR TAKING ORDERS FROM CORRUPTION SLANDER FALSE FLAGGING BOONEY NATION IN A FLASH BD SPOTS THE PREY FIRST ZACK AND CARLOS CATOW CATOW CATOW CATOW ECHOS BOTH FALL TO THE GROUND THE SMELL OF BOONEY BLOWS AWAY IN THE WARM BREEZE BD NODDS HIS HEAD IT'S DONE IT'S FINISH CORRUPTION LOST ANOTHER FALSE FLAGLER TOTALLY UNAFRAID OF LIFE IN PRISON WHY WHAT WHO WHY NOT COMMUNITY CONTROL WHO ELSE WILL CONTROL A BROKEN SYSTEMS SENDING TROUBLED YOUTHS TO THEIR DEATH BECAUSE THEIR MOTHER IS ON DRUGS CRIPPLED BATTERED YOUTHS ARE RECRUITED BY GANGS AND MANY ARE RECRUITED BY CROOKED DIRTY COPS RUNNING DOPE HOUSES SELLING DRUGS OUT OF THEIR MOMS SECTION 8 APARTMENTS COACHES BUYING URINE FROM TROUBLED YOUTHS TO PASS DRUG TEST UNTIL THAT BOONEY BLACK WARM BREEZE SETTLES IN YOUR CORRUPT TOWN AGAIN WE REMEMBER BD WE ALSO REMEMBER ZACK AND CARLOS AND ALL THE ZACK AND CARLOS THAT MAY FOLLOW THE CREED DON'T EVER THREATEN MY LIFE AGAIN WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS WORKING SECURITY FOR GANGLEADERS THE SHEER TERROR OF BEING INTIMIDATED BY CORRUPTION WORKING FOR AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 USING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TO INTIMIDATE ME FOR BEING A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
At the famous Folies Bergère
all the dancing girls fell sick
No one to entertain the tourists
who wouldn’t get to see high kicks
The manager of the venue
thought so long and very hard
He unchained the dancing bears
that lived in the tiny back yard
They went through their routine
since they’d not performed in years
They were absolutely step perfect
the manager was moved to tears
The polar bear and brown bears
became a massive hit on stage
All the dancing girls got sacked
dancing bears were all the rage!
But the animal rights campaigners
set up petitions on a Facebook group
It was deemed that the act was cruel
and disbanded the dancing bear troop
The high kicking girls were re employed
See them can can the whole night through
The dancing bears are now retired
They’ll end their days in the local zoo
Bring on the dancing bears contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
3/18/19
*original poem follows the Dramatic Monologue
Dramatic Monologue by a Coldcocked Husband
Yes, you know my wife is nuts,
no ifs, but oh her butt.
Mercilessly, I fell hard
for that cupid-heart face,
eyes that were bluebird happiness cute.
She hit on me first,
then she hit on me
again and again.
At first I was amused
but then there were the bruises.
Who said “Dear Janes” are harmless.
She wrote it out,
then she struck
when I wasn’t looking.
Really she was “calamity” Jane!
She was a hazard I fell hard for.
She’s a boob, my company said
and I was bonkers for them.
They got in the way of reality.
Jane started our life with a soft touch
of a cardboard tube, flirtatious, felicitous -
I was quite merry, turned on
by her tap…tap…then
whack with a razor thin velum sheet.
She caught my cheek.
I was like, “Hey…hey…what the…?”
She laughed, “oops.”
I forgave her
but then it happened too many times to count,
then she cut my throat.
It was the last time my tongue
lolligagged out of my mouth.
You ask…was it worth it,
being murdered by a boob -
what’s the boon?
Now it’s over -
I’ve been coldcocked for the last time.
The witch tore the paper in shreds
and laid it like ashes on my grave.
Forever after I plan my revenge.
I’ll be more dramatic -
the guillotine:
Off with her pretty head!
1/7/2022
Original poem: MURDERED BY A BOOB
Mercilessly, no ifs, ands, buts -
His wife of one year, who is nuts,
Coldcocks him with a paper tube.
What’s worse from this wife, who’s a boob,
Her killing’s done with paper cuts.
12/18/2021
Sorry the title is sensational and misleading…chuckle
Awake before the alarm clock started ringing
Lying abed as song birds serenade me, singing
Listening to chirping lyrics, I linger with a smile
Then get ready for work; my weekday lifestyle
A daily ordeal of honking horns and road rage
Impatient drivers, fingers raised in rampage
My parking spot was stolen, a pitfall of being late
It's still morning, and already I feel the hand of fate
Lost a client I was supposed to represent in court
Booked a flight then realized I needed a passport
No time for lunch, I waited in line for a new photo
A kid ran into me. I think he broke my big toe!
It took a while to soothe my senses, but I tried
with a smile on my lips, but my eyes said they lied
My boyfriend just canceled tonight's date
Who does that in email? A spineless ingrate!
At five I headed home, but the elevator got stuck
Got hit on by some dude. Everything's gone amuck
My car disappeared, so I reported it stolen
Tripped and sprained my ankle. It's swollen!
I took the bus home and while fumbling for keys
Pulled a muscle in my back; couldn't stifle a sneeze
Please, let this day be over! I had nothing to eat
but expired eggs and instant cream of wheat
Lost my appetite and decided to watch TV
Cable was out, which only added to my misery.
I went to bed but heard knocking on my door
"What?" I asked. She said, "Oh, I'm on the wrong floor"
Now, past midnight. The day from Hell was done
but come morning there'd be another one.
I threw the clock out the window, into the street
Tomorrow I'll stay in bed, listening to the birds tweet
~ ~ ~ ~
September 12, 2020
All In A Day Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Walks along the beach,
Watching the sunset on the roof top of his car.
Waiting for it to set so we can drive home.
As he opens the door,
He kneels to the ground
reaches into his pocket
and pulls out a box.
"will you be mine forever?"
i still hear the words like they are being echoed on a tall mountain.
Speechless i shook my head yes
he closed the door.
and he got into the drivers seat.
the ride home was amazing
except we never made it.
the streets seemed so still
so quiet
and then the world seemed to be ending.
hit on one side
not mine
but his
as tears roll down my cheeks.
i see him sitting there.
Against the deformed steering wheel
blood down his forehead
and blood down his shirt.
This is the end.
This was the beginning of something i knew i wouldn't survive
the beginning of the end
Shipmates headed to town on a Saturday night
Ready to party, ready to fight
Passing a bar, I said Let’s stop by
There’s a barmaid inside who had caught my eye
Local boy said I saw what you did
You hit on my girl. You’re a dead man, squid
I don’t let no one hit on her no more
When someone does, then that means war
So I said Please to meet you. I’m really charmed
But if it’s a war on words, then you’re unarmed
Hey, I want you to know, you’re number one with me too
What a coincidence, the same number as your I Q.
Can’t help it if this ole boy set her heart on fire
So back off if you don’t want to sing soprano in the choir
Now I may not be the brightest lad
But it was easy to see he was getting mad
Then I said sorry man, I should have kept my mouth shut
Because I don’t have time to kick your butt
Then as I backed toward the door, I don’t know why
I stopped in front of the bar maid and I kissed her goodbye
The local saw fire and his face turned red
He threw a bottle at me that just missed my head
Then he charged at me and I took out his feet
And he slipped through the door and into the street
I looked at my shipmate and said some other day
We jumped over the bar and went out the back way
I said to my shipmate Let’s go somewhere else and unwind
He said you’re okay for a Yankee but you’re out of your mind.
Portsmouth, Virginia 1965 on liberty.
Hustlin' Soul Jazz to the beat on the street/
Straight ahead Hank Mobley Art Blakey Seven Steps to the cool sounds of Harlem, diggin' deep into the subway, Harlem-148 St get off, take off/
whatcha say, bright moments, Man, bright moments the Pharoah Sanders way Milestones on the eight track Blue Mitchall's trumpet at the Sweet Basil, a jazz club in New York City's Greenwich Village/ a great place to play jazz and hang with no big pay day/
Wow, what a scene, Cecil McBee, Leroy Jenkins, Junior Mance, heavy heavy hitters of the jazz day/
So dig this, don't forget Wynton Kelly and his trio/
cool jazz covers and slick sleeves to get the record-buyin' hipster to hit on vinyl. Man, let me get you a bird's eye view, cause there ain't no cover charge to dig these words to view
There was a young Aussie called Billy
An ant attached and bit the end of his willy
made him holler and dance
all these ants invaded his pants
His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly
She began to twist in contortion
Her legs now a state misproportion
her neck it did crack
she fell out of her sack
Now moves about with much caution
Every morning took off for a jog
One day got stuck in a bog
how does one now get out
for help a desperate shout
Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog
A young man supplied equipment for sport
To a local nearby family squash court
a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls
to the floor with much laughter she falls
In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught
A demure young lassie called Jilly
Owned a beautiful black and white filly
The last ride was a farce
horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass
In a landscape that's rocky and hilly
Then a long came Billy the Bonk
A left hook had injured his conk
in bed with another man's wife
took off for the flight of his life
All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk
A blonde affectionately known as Annie
Her desire for love is uncanny
all her clothes she did shed
too much time in her bed
She's now known as overworked Fanny
footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
Not one; Might have been ten; or even more; death-knell!
I have been prompted to pack-up with no delay;
One seemed finest of calls; to heaven or to hell!
Universe turned upside down! Cosmos had no say...!
It was a titanic car wreck over my bike,
I sped up recklessly; hit on a rocky wall;
Hit-on head! Fell as though dead! Head-heart inner-strike!
Leaving my body did soul toward heavens crawl...?
Head and body in casting like an astronaut,
I did not have guts or speech to esquire a thing;
Did God lock his gates lacking perpetual spot?
Or did he think of my extension here to swing...?
Thunder, lightning and cloud-burst on any can fall.
Death, as per her mood, spares humans or to her call...!
27 June 2022