Long Interfered Poems
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The color of our Skin — became
A Sentence — without Trial —
A Verdict etched in newborn Flesh
By History’s heartless Style —
The Cradle learned to Rock with Hate
Before it learned a Hymn —
And Lullabies were stitched with Fear
And Warnings sewn within —
The Eye was trained to hunt in Shades
As they would invent Crime —
As if the Dark were Evidence
And Light — my Alibi —
The Whip remembers every Back
The Chain — each silent Throat —
The Earth still tastes the Iron Blood
That soaked the Killing Fields —
We buried Children with their Names
Still trembling on the Tongue —
Because a Color dared to live
Before its Breath began —
No Angel stayed the trembling Hand
No Heaven interfered —
The Sky learned how to look away
While Men became what they feared —
And now the Graves are organized
By Melanin and Bone —
The Soil keeps perfect Record Books
Of which were left — alone —
If God still counts our Genocide
The Tally is too vast —
For Skin was never born of Rage —
Yet Rage is all it gave —
The Color was not the Enemy —
The Enemy was Sight —
That learned to make a Target out
Of every shade of Light —
How then shall I sleep and dream,
when I close my eyes those scenes stream unabated clip by clip
from memories of the times I wasted?
Youthful follies say the wizened old
who lived in times of long ago when paths were certain
with well-planned markers paved upon the way.
Dreams were simply monsters pushed back into closets
and hidden under beds;
prim and proper ruled the day and eschewed the night,
forgotten whimsies used to frighten wayward children.
Obligations interfered when the storm of you came rushing in
to crash against the breakers on the beach of duty to my class,
with walls of aristocracy preventing breaches ~
There is no room for pauper poets in those mansions
far above the stormy shore.
Walking Away
There was a good job offer in Chicago, but I was forced to say no, because it interfered with my goals. There was a position rejection at my place of employment, and I decided my best move was to leave. I took my heart and soul to build a church in Mississippi, but failed and departed disappointingly.
I once faced ‘a fork in the road’ in which one direction was paved with freshness and remember when’s. I looked long and struggled emotionally, and nearly took the path that was also paved with lots of pain. Making right choices isn’t always the easy way; but if the way is wrong, the only choice is to walk away.
Situations of ‘let downs’ and ‘put downs’ seemed to be ‘the story of my life’ for much of my life. In spite of disappointments, our lives can still be a happy one of service and fulfillment. Let come what may, and let say what will; at the end of the day, it’s best to walk away.
Sure, I walked away from things, and my decisions seemed the best for me and family. But I have no real regrets, because through it all, life has been good; and God is good too. But I cannot imagine how things would have been, had I not chosen appropriately to walk away. Cj12142015(contest PS)
Famous Last Line
But I cannot imagine how things would have been, had I not chosen appropriately to walk away. In '92, my life became a sacrifice, and I quickly stepped aside, never seeking position or recognition. There were emotional pains and no self gains; The wounded had to be attended to; important things had to be done, but in the midst of the important, priority was of the essence. It would take time for healing, but the great physician was indeed making house calls for those who would dare take His medicine.*
I found solace from the radio. One afternoon, I heard a song over the radio that immediately took my mind back more than 20 years. It was a sweet memory and ‘a great mental and emotional get away’. The song was entitled, “Maybe It Was Memphis”; a song about two young people telling about how they met and how right it was. On this particular day, it was a country song that did the job for me.
040108 ( Edited and condensed 2/26/2016 for PS Contest, “Famous Last Line”, and posted 02272016*Leadership Crisis at a Church
Sometimes, our bucket list gets larger.
At other times, it is likely to get smaller.
There are times, parts of the list disappear,
not because we achieved them, but because we
were forced to rearrange or eliminate them.
Getting acquainted with the Amish in Michigan,
Ohio or Pennsylvania became too far away, or
health issues interfered, or your interest
in the subject matter diminished, or you did
not want to go alone. The bucket list gets
replaced by or becomes a new list of reasons
you cannot execute the original bucket list.
You'd love to revisit that tall smoke tower that
you yelled through as a child and listened to its echo.
You would love to see friends you haven't seen since
childhood; since High School; since you moved 2000
miles away. Teachers, preachers, your children's birthplaces.
Oh, the list is endless. You treasure the past, and the last
thing you want to say is, 'No'. In your heart, you wish to God
that it wasn't so. But facing reality, you resign to 'let it go'.
Visual premise of extreme stipulation of emergency declaration.
1. Soldiers on ground in real time in the state being represented.
2. Unaffordable Wage
3. Wages presence indicates War Acts in 24 response.
4. Loss of life cannot be interfered with, only observed.
5. Caution at and as Post to remind one need deploy declaration as executive order and gather haste to governance. Governance is governors post.
6. Turn the war positive in retrieve of life in doors as much as actual document and improve.
7. Federal violations of code meaning we cannot create life in language only by asserted commands.
Removal of Post has no observation above?
You wished God upon another's certificate as pork?
The agency of volume created by poet
Resigned post is record in failures sums
Greed and impotent arrogance
Threat is well aware of its hiding
Convict it as yourself follow conveigniently
to the slaves prison as slave for
slaves wage is feed
A photo of 3 brothers in a different time
in more innocent and carefree days
3 brothers only children then
before they went their separate ways
A photo of 3 brothers today after life has interfered
The same 3 brothers only in this photo their youth as disappeared.
3 brothers who don’t have much in common now
who don’t often share with one another
who still understand the importance
of what it is to be a brother…
3 brothers who don’t see each other often
who have never been birds of a feather
who, realizing life is short,
decide to get together…
3 brothers come together to reminisce
each glad the others came
each knowing how, although they’re different,
they’re still a little bit the same.
3 brothers who realize their importance
in the grand design…
Who know even though they’ve grown apart
their roots are intertwined.
3 brothers who understand they’re branches all grow
from the same majestic family tree
Who are happy knowing wherever life takes them
3 brothers they will always be
I got on the train line
Metro North allows bikes, I had mine.
I stood near the door, other spots occupied
I had a mountain bike, but it can road ride.
Two women got on, one had a suitcase
They sat down, looked at my haggard face.
The tall one asked why I had a mountain bike
The short one said it was faster than a hike.
Then the short one gave a self-righteous frown.
She emphatically declared "He must be kept down!"
You might ask why, you might be intrigued
But it's a long story, and I'm fatigued.
I had a history, a woman felt rejected
The truth was pathetic but never inspected.
She became a lesbian, then I interfered for her sake.
I had plenty of years to rue that mistake.
Those four words intrigue me, many a time
How bizarre motives can trap you in a design
What business have these women to diminish anyone?
To hem a man in, to filter the sun?
Some work underground, sway events from below
control beliefs, control where I go.
Funny in a way, that anyone would care
whether I rose or fell on life's transient stair.
The tall woman caressed the short one
Those four words kept hurting like bullets from a gun.
I guess people form tribes by victim ideology:
It wasn't me who owed them an apology.
The train rolled on, past shadow and light,
Her verdict hung there, it just wasn't right.
I went on my bike ride, but later events showed
That a war was waged, that nobody knowed.
My Apologies, Sona
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My apologies, Sona,
if traversing my verse's terrain
in these torrential rains
inconvenienced you.
The monsoons are unseasonal here.
My poems' pitfalls are sometimes sodden.
Water often overflows these ditches.
If you stumble and fall here, you run the risk
of spraining an ankle.
My apologies, however,
if you were inconvenienced
because my dismal verse lacks light,
or because my threshold's stones
interfered as you passed.
I have often cracked toenails against them!
As for the streetlamp at the intersection,
it remains unlit ... endlessly indecisive.
If you were inconvenienced,
you have my heartfelt apologies!
***
Come!
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Come, let us construct night
over the monumental edifice of silence.
Come, let us clothe ourselves in the winding sheets of darkness,
where we'll ignite our bodies' incandescent wax.
As the midnight dew dances its delicate ballet,
let us not disclose the slightest whispers of our breath!
Lost in night's mists,
let us lie immersed in love's fragrance,
absorbing the musky aromas of our bodies!
Let us rise like rustling spirits ...
***
Old Habits Die Hard
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
The habit of breathing
is an odd tradition.
Why struggle so to keep on living?
The body shudders,
the eyes veil,
yet the feet somehow keep moving.
Why this journey, this restless, relentless flowing?
For how many weeks, months, years, centuries
shall we struggle to keep on living, keep on living?
Habits are such strange things, such hard things to break!
***
Inconclusive
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
A body lies on a white bed—
dead, abandoned,
a forsaken corpse they forgot to bury.
They concluded its death was not their concern.
I hope they return and recognize me,
then bury me so I can breathe.
A girl I know, tells her mother
you destroyed my life
it's all your fault
Argument after argument
Destroys their relationship
yet her mother
did not give her drugs
a mother dreams of your success
Her mother did not
have her break the law
granted her mother
had a drinking problem
That created arguments
Between parents
Arguments that as a child,
interfered with her life
Her mother was not perfect
but she herself
decided to take up drugs
she decided
To get pregnant
and have a child
she decided to walk
away from education
Everyday, she could decide,
to improve her education,
she could decide to become a nurse aid
she could decide to become a nurse
Granted with a criminal record
getting work becomes a problem
but her mother did not tell her
to break the law and destroy your life
Everyday you have the ability
to change your life
there are people waiting in the wings
willing to help
but you need to step up and take the lead
get off drugs become clean
build your education and find work
stop blaming others and take the lead
If it worked it would be seen
As a business oppurtunity of
All times
A foreign company allowed it
Champion to wrestle our
Number one contender
The confussion came
When promoters veiwed
The schedule and found both
Champions had bookings which. Invovled
Seven of the same men.
Of the seven two were
World caliber contenders
One was a sitting world champion
One was about ti retire
Another was signed to depart after
The third week in the next month
The other two were looked over
Due to them being prelimanary
Contenders
Well the world champions faced one
Another and one man became dual
Champions it made the next weeks
Interesting.
In a prelimanary bout
Two maked men
With the words "anonomomus" in red
And " invisible" in blue
Interfered and caused the champion to
Lose both belts against a prelimanary contender
The championship commitee challenged the
Results, but the president
Of the company allowed the results to stand
Well he also refused to change the champions schedule
And appionted manager Plankboard Manaxe
As the champions adviser
Well the shedule included three prelimanary bouts
And a match against the vetern
"The masked Marvel"
Well carrying two belts he had the worlds attention
He won all the matches( masked men interfed)
In the last bout he asked a fover of his freind
Giant Koofa well he was victorous
Due to the Giants interferance.
Well nights later the main event was moved
To the middle of the card
With protest from the champion.
Well the masked marvel showed up
Looking in great condition, the crowd recognized
The outfit, but the guy was seven foot and over 350 pounds
Well 16 seconds into the bout the masjed marvel whipped
The champion into the ropes
And raised his bigboot and
The champion fell and the refferee
Made the 1,2,3 and we had a new champion
The mask man, grabbed the microphone
And unmasked
He said, Does anything nice comes from
Asking mean people favors? He asnwered never, never, never!