Long Households Poems
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I cry for the boys who just need to be left to be themselves
To play and explore, take risks and learn the hard way
With peers, and fathers and grandfathers
Getting the role models they need and deserve
From actual males and not the nurturing females
Who are now head of almost half of all households
And more than three quarters of all teachers and counselors
Females who all may mean well, but end up
Raising something that too often really isn’t a man.
I cry for the girls who just need to be left to be themselves
As tough as that can sometimes be
To slowly and steadily fill out
To become a woman whose whole is greater than her parts.
To celebrate and respect their femininity
Safe and secure to excel as females
Protected from males in sports and social spaces
To embrace being female, instead of copping out
To try and be a male, while ending up neither.
I cry for the children who just need to be left to be themselves
To play and explore and grow
For the few short years it is to be young
To keep their innocence as long as possible
And a child-like sense of wonder forever
Even if it remains hidden in private beneath a maturing face.
To be cherished and protected, nurtured and empowered
By the adults in their lives, and to know their elders
And the love that only comes from generations of experience.
(7/12/24)
To whom does the Jade Emperor,
The Sovereign of the Heavens above,
Bequeath the crown for all the lands,
Under divine clouds and starry skies?
Is it the mighty, scholarly or wealthy?
Is it a man of ancient and royal blood?
Or is it the favored son, a great orator,
Most proud, persuasive and popular?
The truth is: They have no right to rule!
The Mandate of Heaven is bestowed
Solely to those who have cast clean
Their hearts of all avarice, lust and wrath!
For in sagely Confucius’ Great Learning:
All those who wish to uphold the world
Must first be true and order their households,
And those who seek to be true must be pure!
For by eschewing vice and embracing virtue,
Comes a tranquility of heart that allows
One’s erudite inner wisdom to shine bright,
Leading to profound foresight and sincerity!
Only such a person is worthy of authority,
And can banish all woe and bring weal
To all above the earth and under the sky,
Yielding mirth for the minds of many!
All rights released into Public Domain
I believe in a sovereign Father God,
His Son, Jesus' virgin birth
the Holy Spirit - these three I applaud.
I believe God has a family plan
safe place for a husband and wife
creating children as they form a clan.
I believe moms work hard to satisfy
what households need. Dads get jobs to supply
the basics: food, clothes and shelter thereby.
God works in my world to interweave
blessings of fam'ly which we daily receive,
a safe place with Him in whom we believe.
I believe when I see a toddler try
balancing on feet with arms raised
trusting mom and dad ready on standby.
Because children learn by not giving up,
parents learn by treasuring family -
God's special place, safe within His hands, Yup!
THE SHIPWRICKERS:
The passengers don't feel okay with the rider,
As the journey don't seem so right.
Some are feeling very worried,
As it's been bad from the genesis of this lap,
Straight down with so many emphasis,
Due to what's going on there in the ship.
Wise men are rejected jointly with their ideas,
Good men are lambasted anytime they appear.
Their compasses and maps are not reasonably revered,
By the shipwreckers who don't see their value,
And the common passengers are enduring the agony,
The solutions are laid askew.
The chief rider and his team are on the balcony,
Refreshing themselves with larceny.
The ship is wrecking gradually,
And the lives of the passengers don't matters them,
Since they can join a different ship with their households;
At anytime, anyday with just the ink of a pen.
Their accounts are corruptibly bankrolled,
So they care not if the passengers are marooned.
Affirmatively, this chronicle is not assumed,
But a reality that is rightfully presumed.
Soft hands find no toys to play
Soiled fingers draw doll’s face crude
On tarnished soil dry,
Lean body hasn’t felt the mellow touch
Of the first rains of summer
Tiny life is drenched by the dripping drops of tear,
Pensive eyes see no colors in the fallen sky
Looks at flowing sweat on mother’s pale face
Draining her age before time.
She a girl of tender thirteen
Doesn’t know when the sun rises
For when her mother goes out for work
Sleep still clasping her cold eyes
She holds her frail hands
The only security she knows
The only hope she clutches,
Doesn’t know what childhood is
As she labors with her mother
Washing and cleaning in households
Days in and days out
For in her mind broken by hard times
The dreams of a child have already died.
April 2, 2018.
For forty years she stood there
On watch every single hour
One tentacle of defence against
A perceived enemy power.
There is now a new golf course
Where the aerial field once stood
They’ve long thinned and chopped
It’s once concealing wood.
The Ops Block is the Club House,
The security cage and fences gone,
Presumably they removed the minefield
That she used to stand upon.
Very little recognisable now
Of the base that once had been
Only through the eyes of memory
Can the Drill Square be seen.
Disappearing under housing,
An estate of luxury homes
Occupying the spaces where
Guards and dogs once roamed
Cold War Warriors they called us
Behind our barbed wire fence
Our very existence denied but
An essential of our defence.
Told we wouldn’t be coming home
If the Cold War turned hot
And nobody dared estimate
The survival time we’d got.
Of course it didn’t happen
Barriers came tumbling down
Our Regiment decommissioned
Weeds cover the parade ground.
Forty years of non existence erased,
Covered over by new households
We are part of a Secret History
As the uneasy peace still holds.
Forty years she stood there
And I am very proud of course
That for a short while I did my bit
In that essential non existent force
“Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.”Quote by _Oscar Wilde
Cometh Forgiveness Day
We arrive on earth innocent and pure
To arms of our parents feeling secure
For some that security disappears
When loving feelings are replaced by fear.
Most mothers are angels throughout their days
Showering their children with love always
Some moms have to put up and hush up too
That's what horrid controlling freaks can do.
When households are unbelievably strict
It is terrifying for to exist
Frightened to speak or to step out of line
Causing an explosion at anytime.
Life is what it is, some don’t have a choice
No one knows, therefore there is no advice
It holds one back, life is no fun for some
In family homes held beneath the thumb.
Never knowing what it is to fly free
Children who’re afraid to speak with free speech
No outings with friends, enjoying some fun
Trampled upon since their life had begun.
Yet out of the gloom some flourish and grow
Doing well at school surprisingly so
Learning how to love and to relish life
Determined are they to put their world right.
Say goodbye to sorrow, love wins o’er all
Yet often memories will be recalled
Though it can be arduous to forgive
Bury away pain in a soulful dig.
Shackles that chain the heart will fall away
The instant cometh one’s forgiveness day.
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31st May 2023
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The shipping accident
It was late evening when the captain of a Russian owner cargo came down from the bridge where he and the first mate had mapped the route from Humberside to Amsterdam. North Sea is always a busy seaway
In his cabin, lit a cigarette, sat down and opened his personal computer to send an email to his wife; he had a two-month vacation coming soon and said he missed her and loved her, if she came to Amsterdam, they could travel to Swiss
Then, an almighty shudder, he was thrown off his chair, hastily got up, ran up to the bridge, to his horror, his vessel had collided with an American reg tank ship; both ships were on fire, but since it was a calm night, the crew survived.
Back ashore, he gave his version of the accident to the relevant authority, as he left the building, he was arrested for manslaughter by the police; he knew the Russians were hated in England except for the wealthy types
The unreasonable hatred goes back to the time of the Tzar when the Bolsheviks killed the Tzar clan his wife had been one of the Queen Victoria’s relatives; the old queen had relatives in most of European royal households.
Politics entered the fray; the captain of the Russian ship was thrown into jail to await a trial that was not properly investigated since the US ship had carried jet fuel for an American base in a mediterranean country
There was a rumor of sabotage since NATO provoked war in Ukraine, the notorious newspaper, the Guardian, which is known for its anti-Russian stance, didn’t hesitate to accuse Putin for bringing the war to British shores
Twenty twenty a very strange year
From March onward most living in fear
You will all know what I'm talking about
COVID 19 I hear you all shout
It all started in the far East
Gaining momentum like a ravaging beast
Isolated pockets and countries locking down
As corona virus swept from town to town
The virus spread at an alarming rate
People isolating hoping that they're not too late
No matter what colour, race or creed
This virus was viral global indeed
Countries addressed the situation
Whilst people At home needed an explanation
You need to stay 2 meters apart
Until more is known this is a start
Keyworkers and NHS staff worked on through
To ensure we were safe including YOU
Some even thought it wouldn't be me
I'm going to relax down by the sea
5 months in lockdown finally fatalities fell
The powers that be decided oh what the hell
Restrictions were lifted new rules in place
Social distancing and cover your face
Just over a month the virus was strong again
Taking the vulnerable feeling no pain
Lockdown 2 was ordered once more
Totally different as scientist knew the R rating score
So twenty twenty was a strange year
It even managed to bring community cheer
Yes that's right not all doom and gloom
Good people stepped up into the room
Kindness, compassion and a helping hand
Makes me proud to live on this land
I hope your Christmas is of festive cheer
But remember social distancing is still here
Social bubbles and 3 households allowed
Don't be caught out in a big crowd
Enjoy this time Of giving and cheer
Raise a glass to 2021 being a better year
SISTERHOOD OF AVON
Oh how I miss the sisterhood
the brrr...ringing of a bell
a catalog and a smile in hand
the scent of sweet cologne
nearly met customers at the door
miraculously in their own flavor
jingle jangle of jewelry
not fine but touchy-feely
and collectibles how i miss them
and the sweep of my youthful skirt
i was God-blessed with territory
— assigned not chosen,
a secondary job
i recollect three households
heaven sent, angelic psalms
as if I had travelled beyond earth’s borders
first woman, straight-laced, strict
believed every lady should wear skirts
a Christian, perhaps too pharisaical
Brr...ring at twilight and a gruff voice
a man barks, “who is it?!”
taken aback, “the Avon lady…”
a lovely woman practically
knocks over her husband, to answer
the door, sporting silver hair
she invites me in and we chat
over a quite different setting
— relaxed
Christian wearing pants,
so cheery and warming
— the bite of her husband mosquito-like
And now I’m not joking —
Christian sisters living next to each other...
do you see the theme of my life?
this dear woman’s married to a dermatologist —
certainly woman do tip their hat of facts
so i go off to water aerobics and notice my skin
has a rash
so i call
and being young and brash
ask
if i can ask her husband’s advice
the next morning i tell my boss — a naval Master Chief
that i needed to see a dermatologist,
and he laughs, “you’ll never get in”
i say, “sir, i already have an appointment”
so i had shingles, just on the cusp,
and was saved from much pain
for God is good all the time
all the time God is good
and when i step over the border into the heavenly realm
i will still sing of his goodness!
Brr...ring i miss the fine company and the singing
of customer’s doorbells
and one day i will hug my fine
sisters
12/21/2018