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[Continued from Part Two]
The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances for salvation seemed increasingly slim…
That aged man’s deep compassion filled him to the brim.
The father knew the children liked any strange device,
exotic playthings, trinkets, whatever would entice.
He needed now to improvise a mode, in a trice,
that could capture their attention— something to suffice
to hold their young imaginations— to be precise,
a mechanism marvelous, no matter the price.
He had stores of immeasurable wealth, beyond doubt,
and his warmhearted love was impartially devout.
Just then the elder had the thought that not in the least
would his limitless riches and reserves be decreased,
even if to a kingdom vast he were to dispense
his overflowing fortune… so why shouldn’t he hence
give out his wealth directly to his progeny all,
before the children’s catastrophic deaths should befall?
The aged man reflected on what tactic to pick—
an expedient means that was sure to do the trick.
He told the children of exquisite toys he possessed
along with lots of precious carts of the very best
craftsmanship and quality, that all had been designed
expressly with the youngsters’ own enjoyment in mind.
The elder next, in order to persuade them, stated
that right outside the house at the entrance awaited,
to suit the young ones’ fancies skillfully created
goat, sheep, deer, and ox carts, ornately decorated.
He said that they must rush to leave the mansion, in haste,
and he’d give them everything— there was no time to waste.
Then the children finally fulfilled his desire
and scurried in a race safely out of the fire.
The father beamed with bliss that the urgency had passed.
They had securely left the burning building at last!
When they’d exited and scampered out, they all sat down
on the dewy earth and asked their father, with a frown,
where the toys and carts were that the elder had portrayed
for their own special likings to have been tailor-made.
The youngsters had escaped and the elder’s heart was eased.
But now each one of their capricious wants must be pleased.
[Continued in Part Four]
~ Harley White
The smoky clubs of thought/ where shadows dance and poets talk of truth whispered low/man, a story without end/ can you dig it, my friend/ improvisation’s the key, always unlocked in time, a jazz riff echoing truth in research of a paradigm/
assumptions about the nature of reality in jazz talk, scales, and harmonies, the framework we embrace/is not life the same? like established knowledge, but thinking out of frame, lighting up the space, to build on a jazz note we create, we innovate, say, give the funky drummer some/
just like Miles on his horn, exploring what's in the score, man, the vibing brain, a hipster’s thought, where networks of creativity ignite, and a conscious soul control breaks through/
The mind unfurls its thinking wings, a melody takes flight in a jazzed-up symphony of science, burning ever so tight/
a rock steady beat, the rhythm deepens, but the jazz spills over, it paints a wider scene, Pollock's action strokes, vibrant, raw, and jazzy, mean/
Oh, but the freedom in his canvas, a rhythm in his hand like McCoy Tyner’s dancing on the keys/
improvisation's spirit, always in jazz and graffiti wall art on subway trains sprayed across the Bronx highlands/Miles himself, he painted too, abstract hues so bold, from horn to brush he journeyed, a creative, restless soul/ life jazz influence profound, taking its hammering toll on his body and soul/
man, the tempo picks up, into the evolution of funk more emphatic, much more in the pocket of James Brown/ ya dig? exploration, a pattern found, a quantum leap into the unknown jazz heap of sounds/ like a jazz horn solo taking a giant step into the ubiquity of a jazz riff, a seed that has been sown across the river of stars/
In science and music, the spirit intertwined/a quest for understanding, etched upon a circle of fifths/ and the universal wind cries Mary, a jazz solo vast like a Jimi Hendrix acid jazz blast/
repeating rhythms echo across jazz music and cosmology/ in spoken word harmonies with in and out thinking with room for improvisation, improvise your life, and breathe it in/ get hip to the rhythm in your soul/ let it flow, man/
Let the jazz of physics make you brilliantly whole/gung-bow-chi, chi, gung-bow/ drums as the backbone to the funk thing/ It’s a strong emotional and spiritual bond into Life, and the physics of the Jazz sound
4/24/21
I
Can give you a good reason why
It's important to try
Girl what's your sign?
Who knows what could happen given time
As events intertwine
And coincide
The stars occasionally align
High above us in the sky
She thinks she's a nine
I think she's a five
Thought I was a nine
Always treated like a five
Now we each got peace of mind
Together we shine
Never dropping dimes
Always I'll attempt to provide
Even though it may not be successful every time
Went out to clear my mind
Sat in the drivers seat of the ride
Took it out of park, then put it in drive
Most lifeforms just trying to survive
Enjoy it while you can
Understand
That in the end not a single life gets out alive
Seems like nearly everyone has a type
And that they follow the hype
Through a life
That's rife
With strife
Still looking for a wife
That's one thing I'd truly like
Every single day and night
Over and over again I've
Tried and tried
Still I have yet to find
A woman with whom I really vibe
For you I always got time
I'll be the groom if you want to be the bride
Side by side
Off into the sunset or moonlight we ride
Nearby a low or high tide
Have the time of our lives
That's my kind of something nice
In a world that can be colder than ice
Stay alert, or you could pay the price
She thinks she's a nine
I think she's a five
Thought I was a nine
Always treated like a five
It's happened more than twice
Different women told me to take a hike
And that they would rather be a dyke
Happy to see my head on a spike
Yikes!
Not kidding when they said sugar and spice
Stars and stripes
Darkness or lights
Birds and planes in the midst of flights
People acting like they have special rights
Quick to start fights
Meanwhile, I continue to roll the dice
I got nothing, everything or just a slice
I'm
In my prime
Actually wise and a one of a kind guy
As time passes by
Whether on the ground or in the sky
It was the truth or a lie
Eventually, we all do die
Originally I was blind
And surprised
Now I often see it with my third eye
Whether I'm sober or I'm extremely high
Living life like I'm in 2025
Didn't just visualize
Or realize
Felt energized
Yet far from satisfied
Often I had to improvise
In order to avoid getting hypnotized
Always lived such a different life
Young man sitting next to me
on the grass,
I asked him,
If I am depressed can you help me?
I heard his voice,
I will expect you to feel alive
never look back
go on with your life
I'll bring you back home
and will never leave
you alone.
When I am chilly young man?
will you cover me
with your coat
protect me from thunder
and rain?
I will carry you under the tree
shield you till the sunrises.
Young man, I lost everything
and I am trying to survive,
will you help me?
I will reason with you
as some things in life are made
not to last forever.
Young man if I am crying
as I live daily only
as an image
walking dead as a tool
which makes me feel
like a fool?
I will wipe your tears
embrace you,
search for a way to please you
and make you proud
of who you are.
Young man if I need a friend
how will you help me?
I will befriend you forever,
lean towards sharing,
consent to create a harmonious
lovable atmosphere
till you sense never
be solo again.
Young man if I want to kill myself
as my injuries can never heal
it's my soul's wounds
what will you do?
I will forbid you to do that,
but enforce you to predict
your happiness
use your vigor to promote
your emotions
steal success
and throw away failure.
Acknowledge your age
to improvise
what is best for you,
as looking backwards
can have an impact
on your life.
Young man,
I need my children
I live in agony
an era that seems seamless
without them.
Inform them to grab me away
as my heart is heartless
unstable.
Beg them to stand by
to pick up the broken pieces
before it is irreparable.
Will you do that for me
young man?
Yes, I guarantee
they will rescue you
before dawn.
My friend young man
get me off the grass,
walk me to the bank,
please.
Arrived at the bank
holding his hand
she asked the teller
to bring out her
last 20$.
This is for you
to thank you for sitting
on the grass with me.
Young man
your image will be engraved
in my heart,
forever.
Therese Bacha
17/3/2018
I spoke, in detail,
Of sadness and pain,
But where there is arid desolation
There will one day come rain
The joys of living are many
And hard to list for me,
Though I shall try,
I trust your patience I will see
My highest high, my greatest thrill,
I suspect only musicians would understand,
I wonder myself, still...
When a group "clicks" into high gear,
And you improvise together as one,
And suddenly four , five, or six,
Become as one, and you do not need any tricks...
I get goosebumps, ecstasy to the max...
No drugs, sex, love, good fortune, or manner to relax...
Can compare with it...and that says alot...
Yes, number one is easy, now it gets real hard...
I suppose you'd think love of a good mate,
Or close family....and that would be hard to top,
but I can think of one thing that does...
The unsolicited, and anonymous help
I have be fortunate enough to provide on occasion,
(I have to watch my spelling or Sue Mason will be on me
like a fly on sugar- a service, I consider, cause she keeps
me on my toes, and I do not resent that- thank you Sue,
hope you're well, and happy holidays!!!!)
Once I saw an old woman, carefully shopping in
a deli, basics, eggs, milk, bread, etc- obviously watching each
penny- I paid her bill in advance,and then some, while she
was busy searching for something. It gave me a high like
I guess heroin does for junkies...I have done this several times,
and the feeling I derive is awesome- and I'm no angel,
trust me. Anyway, back to our poem. All you new members, welcome, and yes, I
am a madman!)
Next, true love with a mate, soulmate, one held in
your arms, who you never want to let go....and close
family.....sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, others...
and this is one male who admits women are far better
at expressing this kind of love, especially for their children.
Religion is up there...although any extremist of any
religion does not know God, no matter what his or
her protestations may claim. (Boy, am I getting my money's worth
out of Sue Mason tonight!!!)
From this point, I think it gets too hazy, too personal,
and we daren't get too persnickety.
But if you are a member of the Soup,
you are obviously two steps ahead of most.
So welcome, and Happy Holidays to all.
*PURPOSE IS DEFEATED*
Long time ago, they left the boundaries
Like an eagle from afar, they sight our mysteries
In the system, they saw mismanagement within
They robbed their way in
They killed their fellow uniform man eventually
And the cycle continues circularly
Civilians pursued
Powers misused
Purpose is defeated
We have formally forgotten those days
When virtues of peace were promoted with violence
When the press were oppressed
When justice was jeopardized
When our constitution was constrained to contempt without conscience
When the scales were afraid of scary blood, but love printed papers
When the beaks of singing parrots were broken
When religious teachers were treated rigorously
Purpose is defeated
Purpose came again
Our uniform men are well informed
But they are not well equipped
A great battalion with good training
Against that without training
A great battalion with pieces of metal
Against that with powerful machines
Ready but not resourceful
Purpose is defeated
No longer dying for the nation
Lets bring down those rebels
A call of duty to the north
They respond with gallant boots and courage
They respond with pieces of metal on their hands
They respond to a place where many have fallen
Even at that, they fought gallantly
They were made to improvise arms
Purpose is defeated
They return with blood stained boots, hands and courage
Their faces and pieces of metal looking down
They have fought a good fight
But sorrow lurks around our families
Women now widows
Offsprings now orphans
Uncle died as one of them
Father retired as one of them
Pension still on attention, no ease?
Purpose is defeated
Purpose is here again
Retreat! Retreat!! Retreat!!!
Fela Kuti sang 'Zombie! '
Check point checking for phone users
Bloody civilians! Dont make a call here!
Sheep flogged, goats flee
They get recruited just for revenge
Purpose is defeated
Purpose is here again today
Where natural death is rare
People are killed
People are killing
People are on their way to kill
Cows are chewing crops
Crops are chewing cows
This is not normal!
Purpose is defeated.
©Kporho Vwede Daniel
(a.k.a. General Ali official)
Halloween mornings,
Shining sun and cool breeze
Blowing over sediments of dead leaves,
Warm in color,
At the mercy of the wind.
A call from down the stairs
Wakes me from a dream
That I can’t recall.
But the smell of chocolate
Brings me to my feet.
Once a year magic breaks loose,
And the kids of the town transform.
Vampires, ghosts, werewolves,
Indiana Jones if you want.
Imagination runs free for the day.
I don’t have a costume,
School’s a bore,
I don’t need the sweets,
Nothing more.
Nothing to do but sit.
It’s raining tonight,
So what’s the point of going out?
Everyone else soaks,
And in the comfort of my room,
I just sit and daydream.
Suddenly a text.
Wait, I forgot I was going to leave.
My friends were calling me.
Tonight we were gaming til dawn.
I get the address and grab my dad.
He’s got enough time to bring me there.
Driving to the house in dead silence,
I’m on my phone texting back and forth,
And my father gives me a glare.
I sigh and put it down,
Knowing he wants to talk,
But there was nothing to talk about.
There’s never anything to talk about.
A quiet drive ends at the house,
As a dog claws the side of the car.
Getting out, I meet my two pals
At the front door.
But something confused me.
They were both dressed up
And ready to head out.
I guess plans have changed.
They tell me to improvise a costume
Hand me a bag
And wait for me.
So what do I wear?
I look down at the bag, thinking.
An ugly leaf monster hiding in the bushes?
A king with a curtain cape and a stick for a staff?
A juggling fool tossing balls above his head?
Or just some high school kid?
Then, a brilliant idea.
I slip the bag on my head
And head for the door,
Prepared for the night.
Yes, I said brilliant.
Ah, Halloween,
Different every year,
But there’s always some constants.
Cake, presents,
A year of my life over,
And I hate it all the same.
14 tiring, stressful years,
But well, the bag thing was fun.
Thank you, poetrysoup, for pushing me along. A little poem about the Halloween of 2019. And yes, all of this happened. Including the bag.
Whenever I drown in the river of tears,
You have always been there to overcome all my fears;
Your guidance has every time thrown light in the path of darkness,
The beatings given by you resisted me to do any further menace;
Hats off to your effort to handle a child like me,
Without a father,find every pinch of time free;
I miss you every time whenever alone in streets,
Imagining to walk through the gates of joy matching with your feet;
Why should I wish for any gift on my birthdays?
When the Almighty has given me the best person who resides in my instincts everyday;
Your concern for me is never hidden from any side,
My love for you would lasts till my last drop of blood flow in the tide;
Your deteriorating health scares my mind,
To see you improvise is one of my first priority to find;
Your devotion to work always touched my heart,
Always set a target to get lead over you by putting a benchmark,
You are the home of blessings,
Wish I could have inherited some of your belongings;
My whatever achievements is owed to you,
The smile on your face eradicates all my worries whichever I pursue;
The Sun's glaze can never stand against your will,
Your diplomatic talks can outweigh the silence of moonlight to set peace with evil;
My unsung desires never required any words to express it to you,
I don't know how these things transmitted to your mind with every instant flew;
The wake up calls always angered me in the past,
The reason behind it never came to idiot boy such fast;
Whenever I am in need of father,
Your dual role enabled nothing to bother;
The verdicts of your acts influenced my ambition a lot,
Getting you as coach trained me to have course of victory with each defeat block;
At this phase of my life I can't afford to give you a gift,
May God give us every moment to remember something which would be sweet;
On the most special day of your life I won't sense my presence,
The biggest grudge I would ever have which will taunt it's essence;
Thanks for everything you gave all these years,
Mummy,you are the most loving person among my beloved dears.
For forty days and forty nights,
He fasted by religious rites;
No nourishment sustaining him beneath the burning sun.
And so it passed that he should meet,
Amidst the desert's scorching heat,
The mastermind of all deceit, the undeserving one.
The devil, in his deft demeanor,
Notice that the Lord was leaner,
And preyed upon his hunger, for surely he did pine.
"If thou art truly Heaven's prize,
"Then suffer not, but improvise,
"Make bread of stone, foul of flies, and spit can be your wine."
"Tempt me not," our Savior spake.
"Go back into your burning lake.
"Man lives not by bread alone, but also by his deeds.
"I'll not submit to your allure,
"Nor from my father will implore,
"But suffer here forevermore, or wither father needs."
Then later, on a temple high,
"Cast thee off and thou shalt fly,
"Lest at any time thou dash thy foot upon a stone."
So spoke the fallen angel, he,
Who wouldn't let our Savior be,
But schemed instead ferociously, for the soul he'd love to own.
"What need have I to take this fall;
"To prove to you my wherewithal?
"Why should I, at your request, do what you should ask?
"Such beauty from this altitude,
"To leave abruptly would be rude,
"But if you need I'm sure that you'd be perfect for the task."
The devil, with his final test,
Took Jesus to a mountain's crest,
And showed to him the kingdoms of the Earth, and all their glory.
"This and more I'll give to thee,
"I'll crown thee king, eternally,
"If thou would only worship me, praise me, and adore me."
"I have but one I call my Lord,
"No pain of death by flame or sword,
"Could ever cause me to betray, nor covet what you sell.
"Thrice you've tempted me, an so,
"You'll thricely reap the grief and woe,
"Of every horror that I know, now get thee back to hell!"
And so it ends, this tale of tales,
Where good doth triumph, evil fails,
But sadly, as we often see, the world's a good mans fall.
So ask yourselves, true and wholly,
Something you must answer solely,
At what price will your own soul be, when the devil comes call.
-adapted from Matthew 4:1-11
Trolls are in our basement. My hubby invited them there.
Every night they wrestle…only for a little fun, they declare.
But I won’t let them have coffee or stay up late at night.
Believe me grumpy trolls stomping around your house can be a fright!
My Hubby goes to work each and every day.
And can you guess who baby-sits the trolls while he’s away?
They’ve played Xbox and Play Station through every foray and doomsday…
So I’ve taught them how to clean and mow, strictly to pay their way.
And now they’re reading children stories each and every morn.
Then they watch American Idol reruns, trying to sing along.
One is taking ballet lessons to improve his earthly charms.
But my favorite is serving at the Soup Kitchen daily, way down town.
I called my friend the Leprechaun to give me a little help.
To keep them from being bored, he lets them chase him through the park.
One he has been grooming to join the Boston Marathon next year.
Others, he’s getting ready to present Shakespeare in the park for a lark.
I thought, that would surely go well, if they’ll leave their clubs at home.
They like the richness in how he writes, and think they can improvise some.
But adding more mayhem to Shakespeare isn’t what I had in mind.
It’ll be like the 3 stooges doing Shakespeare, and I’m afraid of what I’ll find…
When the Big day came… I had to close my eyes, and much to my surprise.
Halo, World of War Craft, and crude singing had added to their charm.
Movie agents began to swarm… as the teenagers burst out in applause.
Now they’ve signed for TV commercials to compete with Vikings selling credit cards.
And don’t forget the movie they’re making that puts Shakespeare in a different light.
My hubby isn’t amused at losing his wrestling troll friends along the way.
But they gave him a lot of free passes to join them at various spots in their foray.
So I can finally say, everyone lived Happily Ever After… Hip…Hip…Hooray!
Now have a very pleasant and good day…