Long Leavers Poems
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If age is a constant then daydreams and nightmares
will cease to exist when the best of life is achieved
as maturity stabilizes at a level of immaturity favors
the innocence in confidence-mired ill-retrieved
those hopelessly enwrapped by rhetorical triggers
stemmed by the proposer amongst the ill-believed
'tis liken a heist at gunpoint to corner those regretters
to have brains (methinks) to cusps their mind deceived
and churned their souls to enter their relievers
and entertain the premature notion that they conceived
participants to ascertain the wherewithal of achievers
better or best consciously the line of inquiry perceived
to mull over and enter the zone as one of the leavers
to post with the best, to the winners be my best-wished.
In Nigeria, obnoxious decrees seal my lips.
Edicts made and interpreted by rubber stamps
are enforced by judicial merchants and chief whips.
I risk going to the gulag and confinement camps
if I don't sugar coat fudging and deceit.
I must sugar-coat and seal my lips with sugar,
with the sweet lure of toadying that makes me bigger,
or unveil malfeasance and have my abrupt exit.
Each prerogative denied comes with a reward;
The prerogative of elusive energy
The prerogative of the residents' award
The prerogative of the school leavers' Energie
The prerogative of entitled wellbeing
The prerogative of mandatory instruction
elude all, but benefit few by decreeing.
Toxic decreeing of rationing and privation.
The misery of all benefits a select few;
A chosen cabal in the radar of government's view.
As well as celebrating Christmas time
two days later every year is my birthday
so that would mean double celebration
leaving one wordless nothing to say
One of the best gifts came aged 15, 1968
then I left school for good never to return
this was great for school days I hated
what joy I felt to leave full of the sun
Even then in 1968, I left one day early
this being my only time played truant did I
especially as all leavers got a gift of shave kit
the embarrassment made one want to die
But school was now in the past
employment into the future now next
such relief no more awful school dinners
eat Mum's lunch packs such a tasty blast
So freedom arrived beside Christmas
many lovely pressies which were only temp
one day all these lovely things would end
history would bring me a freedom friend
(I have written this remembering Christmas memories aged 15 in 1968 when I left school and all that it meant.)
On a dead end street, I parked my feet
Predetermined by me, myself, and eye.
Laughing at my silliness. Running in the same circle.
A loop that others called out.
I ignored them.
He’s gone they said. Kaput. It was more than a hint.
But there was no note.
Don’t leavers write one?
I thought I knew him.
But he had blocked me.
From his phone and from his mother’s house.
She would not even come to the door
And I sat in her driveway for six hours.
A stalker?
Maybe.
Actually I just want to know.
Is it over?
I am still out here, punching buttons.
On a dead end street. where I have parked my feet.
Liberty and freedom...The American way
Crewcuts and scuttl-butt..Who knows the
Truth today.? Apple pies were stacked in
The freezers deep, the ship was crewed, by many
Beleivers.' A few mature officers, and fresh
College leavers.' The flag was up the wind was strong, how and why.? Could things go
Wrong.? So many deaths.' And to what avail.? For a full twenty five minutes they were assailed, fighter jets that just did not
See? the cut her jib.' Oe'r the rippling sea..
Isreal spoke of sighting errors..There
are
Reports of (mirage jets?) Did the French add some terror.? Last of all the torpedo boats, unleashing their fish..
To dire impacts i note.' Just a few survivors..Or humans second class.? There was compesation? and
consternation, then time moved fast'
But there's a shipload of radishes for all
to digest
If it docks.? With proofed documentation?
Not just eywitness accounting.' And
historys records, under current light,
and its
Type of cast.? I see Thomas Massie
is raking the ashes, i think of two towers falling dead straight down.?
Victims jumping in those horrible
crashes .' Its all almost distracting.? In
Its very scope..Yet I say God bless America the
Land of Liberty and hope.' A place that once threw its shackles away.' It started on
A ship.. In Boston i hear say.? Owned by some bankers..Of some type of fame? Or could it be infamy..Now whats in a name?
It’s going to blow.
The saxophone sexuality
of a volcanic slumber
has become a thundering in our hearts.
We feel it in the thigh of being
and in the strung valleys
of elbows and knees.
Olives groves and vineyards
tremble in their green dreams.
Village churches stumble
over their stone steps.
Black bedecked widows
plead their prayers under the clamor
of evermore strident bells.
Forewarnings rumble everywhere,
molten threats menace,
hazards hover,
hang and heap upon our heads.
The quaking cone seems nearer.
We tread water upon fretful tracks
the land leans,
is less latched together,
leavers and the lost
move more slowly
wading through
the darkling dust of history,
Imagining now the terraced hills
already sliding to the sea.
There I was in the first period of afternoon
very nervous on my first day at high school
I was called to headmasters office no less
he'd heard of my stammer, hey this guy's cool
I knew about this guy was a former boxer
6 foot 4 strong as an ox no prisoners he took
but to me was gentle, kind and so helpful
wanted me to start speech therapy, I was shook
So started it I did after the school day ends
always be thankful for that guy for his care
though therapy only helped very little
it was a start of my journey I was to dare
Now some three years later my final day
which was in fact not to be really at all
my only day of truant was that last time
for all leavers were to receive their final call
That call for the lads was a shaving kit
to stand among all the school was too much
so much easier never to return to school
always better to go on in life to find my touch
School days formes our characters
through many experiences comes our way
how we react to these marks us through
in our life indeed there will be our stay
DISAFFECTION
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares...
This is society's news I'm reading,
Disaffection and tales of lemmings,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Homeless youth, street sleeping,
Drug overdoses away they're sweeping,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
School leavers, forever unemployed,
Dystopia is being deployed,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Drug ravaged teens,
Rapes and stabbing their scenes,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Disaffection is poverty and crime,
Young armed robbers doing time,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
This is society's news I'm reading,
Anything else our nation could be doing?
To any politician,
Do any of you really care?
Maybe I'm talking to myself, my dears.