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the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly
I am a bus rider
That makes me unusual
For a white male
From an upper middle class family
Our people are not bus riders
Though some are subway riders
Bus riders are other people
The poor, minorities, immigrants
People who don’t drive
Because they are blind
Or have a DUI
And in my case
I don’t drive
Because I have bad vision
And bad coordination
Just never got the hang
Of the whole driving thing
Fortunately for me
My wife does the driving
But I still take the bus
From time to time
I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
As a child
Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
Rode them long before BART came along
And afterwards as well
As an adult seldom rode the bus
But when I did so
I was always impressed
By the sheer diversity
Of the bus riding property
Hundreds of languages
All sorts of sexual orientation
Some were white
Most were not
Most of my fellow passengers
Were nice enough
Some were friendly
And some were lost
In their own thoughts
And a few
Were scary looking dudes
With the look
Of someone who had done time
And were capable of more violence
I also rode the bus
In Seattle as a graduate student
A lot of fellow UW students
And the usual immigrants
Minorities etc
And some white people
Commuting
And in DC
Over the years
I rode a lot of buses
Mostly to and from the metro
But I got to know
And love the DC buses as well
I also took the greyhound bus
Across the country
Several times over the years
All over the U.S.
From Bay Area to Stockton
From Bay Area to Clear Lake
From Bay area to NYC
NYC to DC
All over the USA
Taking the Greyhound
Was always an an adventure
Met a lot of interesting people
As people on long distant bus rides
Tend to open up and talk
To pass the time away
Overseas I took the bus
All over
In India, in Barbados
In Spain and in Korea
The Korean buses
For many years
Were difficult for foreign visitors
As the signs were all in Korean
Most have signs
Now in English, Chinese and Korean
And are much more foreigner friendly
Riding the bus
In America
Allows one access
To the underbelly of American society
The poor, the marginalized
The immigrant communities
That many middle-class white people
Just never see
And for that reason
I am glad
That I am a bus rider
You've been sitting in the dark
Wondering for so long.
It's been forever
Since you started feeling so alone
Drowned by the voices
And haunted by the demons
A happy facade
Is all it took
To have others believe you were fine
You couldn't look so sad
If your job was to be so happy
To have the fans worry
Was the last thing you wanted
You were caughdtt in the nothingness
And your lyrics said it all
Your voice screamed out
Through the meanings behind the words
And through the music videos
But the thing is
You've been fighting on for so long
All the pressure they've brought upon you
All the words of reassurance
That never did anything
But add to it all
You've battled through depression
And your words; the lyrics
Were things you wanted said to you
All you wanted
Was to be told you worked hard
To be told you did well
You wanted others to notice
And you never really hid it.
You never saw the point
You always showed it because you believed
There was no point
In being fake happy three hundred and sixty-five days a year
You believed that people should know you
For who you were
You shouldn't be showing off a fake you
Because it got tiring
You were a role model and inspiration to many
You were a brother, a colleague, a friend and one of the best people to walk this earth.
Many will miss you
Many will remember you
But nobody will forget you
And the impact you've left
Not only on your group
But on the world
You were kind
And funny
And gentle
And weird
You were all or nothing
And that's what we loved
You were a bright soul
That changed many
Your voice was a voice others went to
When seeking reassurance, hope, happiness, cheering up and when they just needed to escape when they just felt numb
You were our go to
When things got tough
Your voice was something special
But you were something more
You've held on for so long
You've been strong for too long
And now, today, 18th of December 2017
You've left the world
But you've changed us too
You've opened our minds
And our hearts
And hopefully the world's too.
Thank you for existing, Kim Jonghyun and may you rest in peace.
[ A poem dedicated to Kim Jonghyun, a Korean singer from the group SHINee. May he rest in peace and may his fellow members and family cope well. They are in many's prayers.]
Nine lives removed from royal dignity
Five days after
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy
thee eldest daughter
and her partner acquired as kittens
reminiscence occurred regarding
one particular four footed feline
my late mother doted over.
Lion eyes hide predatory wage
sharp retractable sharp claw
never did the late Sage
exhibit talon nor ferocious jaw
even when getting his nails clipped,
said gentle cat infrequently
sunk daggers into soft human skin,
but upon completion
of aforementioned onerous task,
he voicelessly, soundlessly, passively,
manly, joyfully did withdraw.
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
(as well mine eldest daughter's beau)
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives
a handy dandy clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued and Atlas
shrugged off kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightning
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring
appropriate nicknames)
as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,
or lead singer for
the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and
incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,
yes him Elephant resembling
a humongous mandrake
from the, "Animals"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Inuits accepted charity from
Korean philanthropists named Joo
(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms)
these lumbering creatures possessed
an exemplary photographic memory
(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant
Kim Peek), he knew
practically every detail
incorporating page number, punctuation
plus citing word for word
never truncating, omitting,
nor jumbling... any lines,
and could track missing link,
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files
would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
will shy away being extempore
favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason
suddenly ending this persiflage,
and thence to thee bon jour,
cuz yours truly off
in a huff to bang a lore.
A sense of completion in the
depth of our twining souls, existing as featherless angels, in this plastic world of diffusive masks, and veiled faces of insincerity and darkness, my Venus.
I feel in my veins the healing essence of your being, the lifeblood that nurtures and soothes my unseen wounds and agonies, with the balminess of your majestic seraphic aura—the sacred elixir of life, my Korean princess.
Devoted to you in your every breath, dying, inhaling and exhaling your existence in the glimmer of lunar and sun phases, illuminating my artistry of magic and poetry, with the shimmering light of your irresistible ebony eyes, where i see our future, my marvelous creature.
Our promises of tomorrow, to be the light and cure on our path of being featherless angels, fighting storms, adversities, turbulent currents of anxiety, as demon’s whisper deceit within my mind, flying towards cobalt skies of serenity, merging our spirits, becoming one, my blue rose.
In indigo twilight, your heartbeats rhythmically blends with mine, serenading love songs in mellifluous breathtaking melodies and symphonies of forever us, as i show you my devotion is deeper than the ocean, giving you hope and faith through my pure sentiments, gazing into my eyes upon an iridescent light of profound love, my beautiful soul.
I take and hold your hand tight, promising you to be your home, your shelter, your safe place in every lifetime, giving you all of me, wrapping you in a warm embrace, my blue butterfly.
I found my Eden when i met you, knowing that you were my eternal love, angel of mine from the first soft touch of your soul, grace, profundity in your inner beauty, for you are a rare special being sent to me here on Earth by God, to be by my side to the moon and back, everywhere you go, you illuminate my days and nights, where you have become my world, my reason for living, my juliet.
You give me strength, making me believe in myself when i lose my fight with hellacious nocturnal anxieties—you are my oxygen and my blessing, helping me thrive in this life, my great love.
You are me, i'm you,
together we are the sparkling constellation of forever and beyond astral cosmic connections, in aligment within our parallel universes.
Eternally you, the ocean of my breaths,
my infinito
Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers, but this time, it's also
affecting the lives of all young interracial young lovebirds. All types of interracial
relationships have been active since the ending of the 1960s and when all of the schools
and other places have been integrated. It seems that two young people (a teen boy and a
teen girl) would rather date someone outside their race than dating the other that's
within the same race, that includes African American and white teen boys and girls. Like,
for when a black teen boy were to get into a real relationship with a teen white/Caucasian
girl, a teen Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Malaysian,
Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic girl, or a teen Middle Eastern girl, that would be
great for him. And if a black teen girl were to get into a real relationship with a teen
white/Caucasian boy, a teen Asian boy (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese,
Malaysian, Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic boy, or a teen Middle Eastern boy, then
that's great for her, too. What love is trying to do to all teenage lovebirds, including
all interracial teen couples, is to have made them happy, especially when they're around
each other.And what this type of young love is also doing is promoting interracial love
around the entire American nation, including Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, and
California. Interracial relationships among all teenagers are increasing in not just the
United States of America, but the whole world, as well. It also seems to everyone that
both lovebirds of different races will never stop loving each other, not even before the
year 2019. But then, interracial relationships among all teenagers do have a good impact
on then. Their parents (the mothers and the fathers of all different races) should be very
happy for their teen sons and teen daughters, especially when they know that their teens
are in love with each other. And if love among all teenagers continues to grow and grow
without stopping and that all interracial relationships were to increase, even before and
after the year 2020, this is going to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to all
teenage lovebirds nationwide.
They, them, those people
Are lying, not relying
On God. Lying...
Every time they do
Their wicked deeds,
They blame it on God.
They don't believe in God,
So, the dirty deeds they do,
They pretend it is in
God’s plan.
Once again then you
We’re not listening,
Poets told you to
Protect the children
Those mad scientists
Interfering with nature -
Using their knowledge,
To test God’s virtues.
They use H.A.A.R.P to
Manipulate and
Control the weather,
Now they want to
Hold their breath
And say God did it;
Because you were sinning.
Well nobody believes
In your King James tales.
Who more than black folk
Love Jesus so well.
No one is more true-
Than people of hue.
So why do you
Add insult to injury,
As you oft times do.?
just like "Katrina
You blamed that on God too.
Man, is so smart he can go
To the moon (really)?
Drastically changing weather...
Manipulation with harpoons.
But you can't build a reliable
Dyke in the 21st century.
So, all that was God’s fault?
Why didn't you rescue the people?
Oh, I know, God told you not to.
Lying on God again
Be careful America...
When the food is scarce,
And our seeds are altered,
None to spare.
But we still need clean air and
Clean water: Don't forget, medical
Attention can be withheld.
Why are you still buying;
Fake Gucci, fur coats,
And Korean hair?
Why are you not planting?
And storing or
Preparing for another
Blackout or worse?
Even though you pray and go to church.
Then again you didn't take heed
Ignored the warnings.
So now, blame God and ask God why ...
God why- why you didn't save me?
He’ll then will tell you ...I tried!
I sent a poet to tell you,
But you listened to those
who blamed me, and lied.
You should know that you are
the last people I would hurt.
The wicked ones know
That poets are
The new prophets.
These liars are propelled by
Tricks and greed.
Then a voice said to them...
“If from the poets
you had only taken heed”.
I am God and they lied on me.
If they’ll lie on me, “God said
“What makes you
think they won't lie on you? “
“You had better recognize”
“You had better know it “
God said-
“I sent you a poet"
“I sent you a poet”.
Reminiscent of the America I Knew
Seventy years have come and gone as though
it was a watch in the night,
and if we would choose to turn back the clock
we can’t even if we tried with all of our might.
I was born right after WWII ended
in a time of buildup in our now and forever changed land,
but it was a short lived peace with hope and dreams that
would soon be dashed as we entered another war because of aggression in Korea’s land.
I remember I was a small girl as I read on daddy’s newspaper the big headlines
stating the Korean War has ended it was posted on the front page,
though I didn’t realize all of the implications behind that statement
I must have known that my daddy in this war at least would not be engaged.
There were soft summer nights of neighborhood fun as we kids
would play night games till about 10 p.m.,
we would run home and get washed up and into our beds
and then after being rested up and we would start it all over again.
It was a time when radio and television were fun and all would be listening and watching Father’s Knows Best and Let it to Beaver because they were sweet and clean,
and not having to worry about language that was not suitable and sex outside
of marriage and trying to keep it all safe for your children in decency.
The children did a lot of fun things then, climbing trees, hopscotch, Red Rover
and marbles just to name a few,
the boys playing cowboys and Indians, baseball, basketball
and bb guns providing they didn’t aim them at you.
In those gentler times, women and girls were safe
within their own public or private restrooms,
because the men and boys for the most part knew their limits
and respected them as part of their early manhood grooming.
Families in those days had a father and a mother who instilled decency
into the hearts of their child,
and only a few in my classes at school back then
had ever chosen to run wild.
So what am I trying to say in this poem
that I feel needs to so badly to be said,
America, America how far you have strayed and fallen and the light
you once had has gone out and now simply put, it appears to be dead.
Written by:
Marilyn S. Jennings
May 2, 2016
(for those in Kwangju: May 18, 1980)*
after Dante
Taking this peach within the mouth, the tongue
hovers around its sunset skin like a lover
and its Sappho sweet bite is heaven. A song
of honeysuckled rivers is like your
kiss… The night is in July. At once
Platonic love is redemption or
when the world is beyond our Kwangju…Please
let the streets be freed from anticipation
of the bayonet and gun… Let litter seize
this street or any avenue… Plan
my kiss and we will be happy and free.
The night is the peach---the dead sun…
Recall the dress you wore as a weapon, me
wearing---I forgot… Your raven hair, soft
yet sharp by its embroidery
of strands being held by one silver pin. The left
hand of God and right hands of angels
must have done it… It was my dry throat
drinking from Styx River which made the chills
even more pronounced at the sight of you.
The dress’ print was you. It was petals
of prints within splotches of orange, gold, red, too…
and white--- bandages… Horrible bandages.
I’m wearing black/white. Suddenly we choose
to hug underneath those flickering pages
of streetlights… we an arrow’s color shot through bodies---Rage…
*Excerpted from Chalmers Johnson’s Blowback : The Costs and Consequences of the
American Empire: “General Chun did not wait long after talking with Gleysteen (US
Ambassador to South Korea) to complete the coup d’etat he had begun the previous
December…On May 18, 1980, a few hundred demonstrators in Kwangju took to the streets to
protest the imposition of martial law. They were met by the paratroopers of the 7th Brigade
of the Korean special forces, known as the “black berets,” who had a well known reputation
for brutality going back to their service on the American side in the Vietnam War…Gleysteen
wrote, “Rumors reaching Seoul of Kwangju rioting say special forces used fixed bayonets and
inflicted many casualties on students… Some in Kwangju are reported to have said that
troops are being more ruthless than North Koreans ever were.” [When asked of the decision]
Gleysteen replied, “I grant it was the controversial decision, but it was the correct one. Do I
regret? I don’t think so.” (112-113)
Awakening Contemplations
Perception of reality changing in a second
The Invention of congeniality as I wait for you to beckon
The Australian informality of “yeah whatever you reckon!”
The North Korean missile strikes looking to constantly threaten
World stability and Universal peace
The unpaid rent, a broken lease
A reason to vent, an estranged niece
A persistent strain of thought that simply will not cease
Chemical warfare and secluded drone strikes
A Ukrainian counteroffensive in the middle of the night
The oppressed peoples will to stand up and fight
Searching for a future that has the potential to be bright
Ghengis Khan, Nostradamus and Shakespeare
No intention to harm , only to disqualify your fears
An isolated old woman breaking down in tears
A forlorn ex-revolutionary marvelling at the passing of the years
The recollection of youth passing by far too quickly
A monsterous uncouth agent described only as prickly
The bubonic plague recreated and the people are sickly
The presidential race and how it’s run politically
Beauty and science and history and mathematics
All by the bass note as it sounds that fantastic
We revere what William Wordsworth wrote and produce more ecstatics
As the oceans and rivers fill up with plastic
Daring souls on the edge of inventions and ideas
The whole on the ledge, financial systems in arrears
Climate change deniers red faced as the carbon emission clears
Interpol debased as the criminal network sneers
Apathetic resignation as life passes you by
Magnetic mutations as people begin to ask why ?
Frenetic contemplations as salt water flows from my eyes
Epic considerations as the elderly prepare to die
An evening with Shostakovitz and classical relief
An interim meeting with a dogmatic thief
A tight fit unit bringing Humanitarian Relief
A man that doesn’t know his own philosophical and spiritual beliefs
There’s a a path that is right and a path that is taken
As you arrive at your future self quite visibly shaken
There’s nothing left but what remains to be mistaken
And the epiphanies experienced as your soul begins to awaken
Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Moroz
because the music industry is
dead as a ****ing doornail,
they grip hold as long as possible
to whatever pop singer can pull
in the most idiots to sell whatever
can be marketed by these big useless
companies that used to feed us CD’s
& have a monopoly on the recording
process,
until
we discovered
how to do it on our
****ing
own---
and so we have
“psy,”
the male version of
gaga, after she got fat,
the male version of britney,
before she shaved her head,
the male version of
the next latest craze that seems to
be taking longer to
evaporate than most,
because, well,
nothing
else
is
happening---
so when it was revealed recently
that mr. park jae-sang
had “anti-american lyrics”
professing a hatred for us
“yanks” & shouting for the deaths of
all our kin
because of the war on Iraq
being committed then by our wonderful
big military dick, which goes pounding all
over the world,
it came as a shock to every dimwit,
who after like 3 ****ing months,
is still trying to mimic the man’s Korean,
in hopes of one day becoming
cool---
because of the manufactured dance song,
which has been played by youtubers
non-stop, for what seems like
ever,
the world has cringed, wondering if they
can continue to worship
a pop singer,
who has sung
one
song
that
has
got
their
attention
when
the
rest
of
music
is
dead &
it’s moral fiber is being questioned &
ooh, how it makes everyone tremble---
should they agree with him & hate the
empire that made him huge
by pushing his pop trash all over the
place, or should they denounce him &
embrace the killing machine that was
responsible for the death of
kim sun-il, the South Korean who lost
his head because he was a representative of
a country that is like a little toddler brother
to the US, who was obligated to send
troops in, so that the brilliant war effort could
go on raging?
keep your eyes peeled on your screens &
watch the US music industry mop up all the negative
vibes, so that mr. psy can be painted pretty
again---watch him perform for president hope &
change & watch everybody refuse to develop any
different view of the
good ol’ US of A---
for politics is for the thinkers & certainly not the pop
listeners,
right?