Long Luck Poems
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We sat beneath a night sky of graduated charcoals, blacks and interstellar blues. Fall’s begun its indispensable work, banishing the harsh sun, the creepy lanternflies and hot summer nights.
The stars seemed hesitant tonight, like they feared the sun might change its mind, reverse its course and run them back off - except one, which Peter says is Jupiter (and therefore not a star at all).
We were (Peter, Sunny, Anna and I), studying, in our fold-up lounge chairs and reading by little kindle lights clipped on our books. Leong’s there too - supposedly studying - but in reality, she was waiting for her date.
Leong and Sile have been flirting since last year and tonight’s their first, official date. Leong’s never been on a western date before or ever been alone with a boy in a car. She’s only seen romance in movies or from afar, like an astronomer viewing a distant moon through a telescope.
Her outfit, though casual, was coalesced from six wardrobes and no king or questing knight has ever been dressed more carefully or with greater ceremony. She even positioned her chair at a carefully chosen angle, to show her, initially, in her best light - “Zhù ni hao yùn!” She insisted (It’s good luck).
She’s a gorgeous, brilliant, amazing woman with a razor-thin veneer of amorous confidence. I know my nerves playup when I’m uncertain about things, but Leong’s playing it off, acting casual.. ish.
Finally, with an almost physical jolt, she saw him enter the quad. As he approached, his every aspect was scrutinized by vigilant, overprotective roommates. The air was filled with the whispered buzz of shared analysis.
Soon they were walking off together and chuckling at something we couldn’t hear. It’s funny, I’ve never felt so much like a parent.
Now I may be out of watches, and I may be out of clock's.
But if you ask me how to find the Wolf of Wall Street
Ill say "it's Impossible, He never stops."
Now you may just want to change, the timing of lady luck.
You'll receive your duties owed, just when you think your stuck.
Now I don't mean sit around and wait.
For Time will never listen.
For you owe yourself a wondrous Life, just imagine what your missing.
Imagine your dreams, are all within reach.
For they are my friend, and I don't mean to preach.
Nor do I instruct, as if I were a teacher.
I just want the World to understand,
We are all beautiful, timeless creatures.
Those scientists, they have no clue
I’m doing what they will not do
I’m gonna scramble nature just for you
My cat’s mixed with a chicken
And it isn’t finger lickin
But now my cat goes cock-a-doodle-doo
I took a bold and risky leap
Stirred up a kangaroo and sheep
Good luck sorting that out Miss Bo Peep
But when you take a sheep or two
And mix them with a kangaroo
You make a lovely woolly jumper too
My dog’s mixed with a garden snail
So now my dog can catch it’s tail
The crocodile was added for a lark
The postman isn’t happy
’cause my crocapoo is snappy
And now his bite is far worse than his bark
Rotors stuck on elephants
Although there’s little evidence
Seemed to be a clever thing to do
You’ll need an iron brolly
Which will cost a lot of lolly
If an Elecopter does a massive poo
The whales they are not suited
To our seas that are polluted
So I lassoed a giraffe with an old rope
I mixed it with a great big whale
So now between its head and tail
The whale has got a built in periscope
The lawmen just came knocking
And they said my work was shocking
They brought a scientist who said Tut-tut
These creatures you’ve amended
Simply cannot be commended
So, did somebody mix you with a nut?
Slapped in the face punched in the head beatings with a belt then sent to bed
No blanket for the bed a lock for the door just a mattress on a cold floor
No light in the room in darkness I’d lie holding my breath trying not to cry.
A sound from outside someone’s opening the door please come and save me
I can’t take anymore
But I’m out of luck my heart starts to melt here he comes again with that thick leather belt.
Roll in a ball trying not to get hurt being treated like an animal and treated like
Dirt
With bones snapped and broken with nothing to drink and no food to eat
My mind is dead with the thought of defeat.
Please let someone hear my screams and kick down the door to free me from this life because I don’t want to live anymore.
WHAT DID I DO?
Wishful thinking it’s all I have, tough times ahead on this rocky path.
I lay awake thinking of life, but nothing seems to work out right.
Could I be cursed with all bad luck or does faith take over when there’s no strength left?
If I’m afraid of what comes next, will you hold my hand with every step?
I daydream and wonder what life really means and I hold on to hope that this life improves.
I fear I will fail if I can’t finish the fight so I plead for a miracle to help me pull through.
Obstacles appear as an illusion of troubles, all the ones we seem to fear the most.
Could fear itself make us stronger or is fear what keeps us from moving on?
Sometimes in life few choices remain for dreams are not given nor bought only earned.
This life I live has taught me things no person or book could teach,
And I believe that God’s great path was meant to twist and turn.
There are no roads to follow or people to show you the way,
Just all our life long lessons we learn from every day.
Form:
My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind
Will be the death of us all
How dare you think
Such a tragedy you are
See how you stink
Your flesh is weak
Your mind is a mire
What you have done
It’s yours to conspire
Wishing it will go away
Will not make it so
It will only end in tears, my dear
I’m looking for the way to the apocalypse
As this eclipse nears
The days are darkening
And that it’s a thrill
As we can stretch our wings n feast at will
But for you, it will only end in tears
I taste them, brine
Oh, what a thrill!
Your skin is sweet
Your blood is mine to drink
I savor your flesh as I devour your soul
Twilight is my hour
So don’t struggle so
You will only hurt more, n make you sour
Not much longer to go
Watch the moon destroy the sun
I’ll tear the stars from the sky
To see you languish in the twilight
So no more working for the all the mighty
I don’t give a…
Ah! so dirty a Mind
You are out of luck…
Tis' the death of us all
How dare you think otherwise
As it will only end in tears
MY dear…
Don’t you dare cry!
They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.
But almost from the very start
problems arose unforeseen,
hitting home so very hard
in the inner cities.
With welfare checks coming in
there was no need for a man,
didn’t matter if you worked or not,
you’d still have cash in hand.
And the more kids you had alone,
the more money they’d send you,
incentivizing single parenthood,
a horrible thing to do.
Thus the families fell apart,
and for children it sucked,
starting from a broken home
leaves the youth out of luck.
Seventy percent of urban children,
born out of wedlock,
the foundations of society
this situation rocked.
The teenage boys had it the worse,
unchecked masculinity,
with no fathers to reign it in,
leads to criminality
And, of course, these violent gangs
prey on business and shops,
so most just up and moved away,
taking with them the jobs.
Even if you want to work hard
and fight for your escape,
there’s few places left to punch a clock
and earn your daily pay.
All of this the consequence
of an old desire to help,
point out the vicious cycle
and the P.C. crowd all yelps.
They have to see the futility,
yes, I think that they know,
but their only way into office
lies in bribing for votes.
Get a person hooked on hand-outs,
gives you leverage and sway,
“Vote for me on election night,
or the money goes away…”
Well all know this is detestable,
that free men don’t do this,
but long ago some decided it
was a ‘small’ price for office.
The endless cycle now created
is one of grinding pain,
they made cities vote plantations,
and gave people longer chains.
But the future does not have to
be miserable, bereft,
to end this man-made travesty,
turn your backs on the left.
LONELINESS
You don’t have to be alone
Loneliness can chill you to the bone.
Loneliness can come day or night
It makes you so blue unable to fight.
You can be by yourself
Feeling alone on a shelf.
In a group, you laugh out loud
Hiding your cries from the crowd.
Best way to change the situation
Rip down your own bastion.
Become a friend to those who need one
One that will appreciate feeling like they won.
Lonely people are everywhere
Desire to help and be there.
Provide help instead of demanding it
Developing the skill will take a bit
The more souls you touch and reach
Will help you feel like a peach.
Good luck on your journey
The trip will make you healthy.
Signs that might be seen as omens
send me on my way
the daylight waning for today
and luck still virgin on display
flying close to danger’s coven
The wind blows fortune’s empty cast
as trackless dreams setout
dispelling hope and bringing doubt
without a name to even tout
caught within tomorrows fast
I see each warning clearly now
they speak much like a friend
whose words as tokens try to bend
rushing blindly toward the end
captured voices left to bow
Those signs that led me all point down
the road is changing fast
no clear distinction first from last
my future damned to be my past
— the devils fiddle calling loud
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2024)
The trip was all set in our hot-air balloon
Conditions were flight-perfect; 'twas the middle of June
Just needed a few shots of courage from a local saloon
In case up from nowhere sprang a devilish typhoon …
We successfully launched from a local sand dune
On board was the sponsor, a bigshot tycoon
Along with a fellow who told jokes, the buffoon
And a bassoonist who blew and crooned loony tunes ...
Now for good luck we brought on board a baboon
Who ate butterflies fresh from the cocoon
He had a face like a prune, was a bit of a goon--
Gave demonstrations on how to use a spittoon ...
This monkey had with him a metal harpoon
So that at a favorable moment opportune
He surprised the full moon, tied her up to his pantaloon
~ and stabbed her with a cheesy grin most jejune