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Only a Heart
A heart. Loved you. Remember? The train
Sometimes the time is evil. This was our time
Didn’t get born to you. Why? You loving you
Killed time. It’s already far away. Yes. Faraway
This life. Those lives. Silver time. Our lives
Passed. A distant shred. Needed. Growth
Can’t. Those lives are crumbling. Leaving you
Gone far. All. Stayed the sad love. Forever alone
Next time. Please. Respect the love. Be the home
Loved you. A soaring fantasy. You. For. Dead home
Hidden life. Door. Step in. Your evil. Evilish. This. Home
Drop. Live his life. Remember his memory in your life
Time. Traveller of life. Loved—just the moment.
Swimming in the river. No. Swimming river. Home
Save this. Wished. Attraction. For. Life. Action
For life action. Put. If you believe. Life. For action
Needed. The heart. No. Looking for. The creation
Dead heart. Beating inside. The light. Evertime
Only a heart
Loved
You. Not
Nevertime
The only
But
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Sitting, watching my favorite fishing channel on TV,
Then I hear my wife screaming, calling out to me.
I run up the stairs, into the bathroom, a huge spider,
She stopped screaming and I saw what frightened her.
I was startled when I gawked at first glance,
Have you seen one this big? Don’t raise your hands all at once.
I took off my slipper and with a might thwack,
Hit the bugger right across its back.
It just stood there dazed; surely it must have felt pain,
I thought it had looked at me as if to say tickle me again.
I put on my thick rubber gloves and gave it another whack,
Quickly picked it up wrapped it in tissue, flushed it and that was that.
My wife was all over me, hey to nights the night,
I actually did something for once that was right.
She took her shower and beckoned me to the room,
I felt the same way as if I were a newly wed groom.
So I took my shower tarted myself up for the kill,
Killing that spider earned me brownie points, a good deal.
I put on my gown and looked in the mirror, combed the eye brows,
Then I saw it, bigger than one I killed the size of a turd from a cow.
It covered my head and it began to hiss,
This spider was a mother of a size and it was pissed.
I screamed not a the sight of it but what was to happen,
My wife had a 2x4 aiming for it, ready to clap him.
I moved forward toward the mirror, the spider saw itself and jumped to attack,
The 2x4 came down with force and hit me on the head and the back.
I fell toward the spider and screamed, it jumped in my mouth,
I passed out but before I did I felt it trying to head south.
I fell on the wash basin, my teeth scraped the bowl chopping it in two,
In my unconscious state my mouth began to chew
The ambulance driver thought the foam in my mouth was due to a cardiac arrest
So they gave me two thousand volts on the chest
I got up with a scream, spat the **** end of the spider that made me choke
It stuck to the ambulance driver’s nose which I then broke
This happened at such a fast pace
Now I had my head stitched up and I’ve been done for GBH
Ps. I am still waiting to get some Love
© 2000
love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day... until that day
yet i have never stoped loving you
with all my power
i cannot pause my affection
for one single hour
mine is to suffer endlessly
and to never forget your name
from this day forward
I'll always feel the same
i'll always take you back
no matter what you do
it's a given fact
that i'll always love you
no matter what you are to me
you'll always have my heart
no matter what you do to me
you'll always own a part
so with this wounded heart
i still give my life to you
with a foolish heart
i swear my love to you
~ Tears on My Star of David ~
When a Jew is killed or attacked, I don't turn my hapless back.
I take it as an attack on me, and all of humanity.
New York, becoming the new killing fields to do Jews in.
With De Blasio and Cuomo doing totally nothing, quite a sin!
To stop Jew killing or slashing this Hanukkah night!
The Star of David I wear, is my reminder of the affinity I share.
Yes, my Jewish brothers and sisters, I do more than deeply care.
Love, Panagiota
December 28, 2019
Poem inspired by the hideous attack tonight with a machete by an anti-Semite
on a Rabbi, family and friends celelebrating Hannukah.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an children killed every week..
Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears,
their babies now gone before their first year..
Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast,
while one in four are starving now, some eating only grass.
For those that survive while in harms way, are losing
their limbs as the bombs splay.
12,000 innocents, undeserving of their fate,
while the rest of the world just watches and waits..
47% of Gaza's population are children.
An entire family is dead and I'm the one to blame.
I drove while I was drunk and I'm filled with shame.
I drank too much while I was in that bar.
It was a big mistake when I drove my car.
While I was driving, I hit a stationwagen head on.
Because of me, those innocent people are gone.
I killed those parents and their three kids.
The pain is consuming me because of what I did.
Those kids won't have a life because I cut them down.
I am the one who deserves to be buried in the ground.
When the cops arrived, I was placed under arrest.
As I sit in this cell, I am miserable and depressed.
I wish that this was a nightmare but sadly it's real.
I learned the hard way that drinking and driving kills.
(I DEDICATE THIS FICTIONAL POEM TO ALL OF THE INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN
KILLED BY DRUNK DRIVERS.)
Love our enemies as ourselves
Let he who is without sin throw the first stone
Turn the other cheek
He who does wrong to the least of us
Does wrong to me
Crucified c. 33
With malice toward none and charity toward all
If slavery is not wrong, then nothing is wrong
Let us listen to our better angels
Shot—killed 1865
Heaven welcomes the decent of all faiths
God does not favor man above woman
All should be afforded the opportunity and
Means to rise above their caste
Shot—killed 1947
One should not be judged by the color of their
Skin, but by the content of their character
Only the power of love can conquer hate
I may not get there with you, but I have
Been to the mountain, I have seen
the promised land
Shot—killed 1968
Written 5/30/22
Mary Hartman is an average homemaker housewife
with unbelievable circumstances surrounding her life.
Her grandfather got arrested for being a flasher
and the cop who arrested him is sweet on her,
meanwhile Mary's husband can't deal with his impotence
and mass murder next door is a common occurrence,
but the most memorable trauma to me that Mary Hartman had to go through
was when she tried to help her neighbor sick with the flu
and accidentally killed him when he drowned in a bowl of her soup.
Mary Hartman! Mary Hartman!
TV's 1st situation comedy soap opera.
Mary Hartman! Mary Hartman!
Every cliff hanger always left me in stitches with so much laughter.
If you're not from this era you may find it somewhat dated
but never the less, 4 stars is what I rate it.
My 1st Netflix Poet Critic Review.
Billy the Kid had a brother whose name was Joe
and after the Kid's death he let everyone know
that he would kill Pat Garrett unmercifully on sight
for killing his brother on that mournful night.
Joe and a friend were drinking in a saloon
when Pat Garrett unexpectedly entered the room.
Garrett then approached Joe and said this to him,
"Have a drink with me and I'll explain what really happened."
Joe then excused himself from his friend
and joined Garrett at a table on the bar's other end.
Both spoke briefly, shook hands and parted ways.
Joe's friend then asked him, "What did he say?"
Joe looked at him and said to his friend,
"Like he said, he explained to me what really happened."
*
The above is all true according to documented history.
The following however is my own fantasy.
*
Both of their eyes locked hard on one another.
Garrett then spoke with this grieving, vengeful brother.
"Before I reveal anything to you
I need your word that this stays between me and you.
If word of this gets out your brother is as good as dead."
Joe paused for a moment and then he said,
"You killed my brother," he said fighting not to cry.
"No I didn't," responded Garrett, "He's still alive.
I killed the wrong man and claimed it was him.
Your brother is on the run, but he's still living.
All the residents of Fort Sumner are in compliance with me.
They have all sworn themselves to secrecy
and have signed affidavits certifying that the body
buried at Fort Sumner is your brother. He's deceased officially.
This is your brother's last opportunity
to go underground and live his life more meaningfully.
However, before he left he gave to me
this letter for his brother Joe to read."
Garrett handed Joe the letter, shook his hand and left.
Joe opened the letter and this is what it read.
"My Dear Brother Joe, I am still alive.
Don't believe everything those newspapers write and contrive.
It's so very difficult for me to let you all go
but I'm starting my life anew in Old Mexico.
Please know that loving thoughts of you
will always be with me.
Forever your brother,
William H Bonney"
You say you care about people black and brown,
And victims of war in every Gazan town.
But I doubt your heart, here’s why I think it a trend,
For so many downtrodden you're no friend.
Slavery in the U.S., no one denies,
But 50 million slaves worldwide, can you help them rise?
Black kids shot in Sudan, en-masse.
Are you setting up encampments for them on the grass?
Millions met death in Congo; did you know?
Killed by other blacks, in what TikTok does it show?
Did you march for Christians, cut down by the score?
Slaughtered in Nigeria, where Jihadis wage war?
When Russian jets bombed hospitals, it worked quite well.
Their allies run Syria, blew their enemies to hell.
Did you march when 7 million Syrians had to flee?
You didn't know this happened - are you blind? Can you see?
Did you march for Uighurs, stamped out like a flame?
Are you silent for Tibetans, did you chant, did you name?
Remember Vietnam, boat people who drowned,
Activists then fell silent, as if underground.
Where was the care, where were the cries?
Where were the marchers with tears in their eyes?
Do you examine the roots of the cause of the day,
Are your cause and motives as pure as you say?
Do you really know the world as it is?
Can you pass the real genocide quiz?
Is it about justice, or all about you?
The rest of us suspect that you don't have a clue!