Long Masons Poems

Unquotable quotes: The How of Democratic Kill - IXL, Part Two

No, tell me not my vote now does not count
         (Shakespearean Sonnet)

No, tell me not my vote...

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Night Moods 

Stars weep, they cry in the night sky
for those who laugh in the light of day, 
yet, not with spirit, heart soul or eye.
They see not the game they play,
nor understand what laughter...

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The Sheriff, not a pleasant sort 
Was learning of a bad report
About a soul, Who stood defiant
And swore an oath, to topple tyrants

Who once was noble, but now has strayed 
Hell bend upon his rebels...

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Bigger than YOU Think

The internet, 
is large... indeed. 
It starts here and never ends. 
It just starts over somewhere else. 

In the beginning AOL, 
time spent waiting to connect. 
Now we sail across the sea,...

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  anyone for humiliation

                   do even the best cringe
in shame
      ...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud, 
just to be born in a land free from tyranny....

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Hello, I come to speak of peace,
The kind which saves the mind from deviation.
To give life to dead instincts,
For the lost throne belonging to black men is found.
Let the whole world come to hear this...

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Senator Obama's Audacity of Hope
ends with listing memories,
visual images,
that rekindle his love for this imperfectly united Place

For his Country,
this humane Habitat
for mutual care-giving,
and at least implies this is all he needs,
not yet all he hopes,
for...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXIV - LXV


NOTE (facts to bear in mind while reading) : Under the French Penal Code, harm done to the infirm, minors and seniors (i.e. over 65) is...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had been...
a national concern; regarding the Sun. 
No... 
That was not...

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus sagged inward...

broad battlements broken;
the Builders' work battered;

the high ramparts toppled;
tall...

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And remember the sun never really sets only on covetousness
            no greater co-prosperity sphere is there than inner contentment
     ...

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By Curtis Johnson

In May of ‘63, daddy’s demise came early when he was only 58, leaving mama widowed at 35 with eleven minor children. Essentially stair steppers, our ages ranged from 9 months to 16...

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A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His wisdom
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt...

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Masses forming classes boarding:
Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting
our innocent(sons and daughters)
Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder-
their crop of sheep sacrifice to image of the Beast 
es cargo for the Elite Machine; of
Underground in...

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Cobblestone Echoes
                          by Odin Roark

Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped...

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" ... full blast ...."

357 is a great tale to tell...
Tesla saw the steps
so invented his call

And then in the silence 
of Olympian ground

"...I heard you rang?..."
Said d;Meter to them all....

"A cosmic gun" was just...

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Run Through in Babylon

Friends, I wish to speak, 
but they have cut out my tongue. 
So I fumble...

Instead,
I hear your words, they are strong, 
and your passion true. 
However, it is the content of which,...

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What Party Are You?

Huh?
Does it matter?
Who I voted for? 
I am alive, 
so it was legal. 
I have not been dead, 
for thirty years. 
Surely that is enough. 

If I tell you this or that,...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the...

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Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, 
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready 
and willing to acquire money 
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or 
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician...

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My sister stopped to visit on her flight home from a tropic isle.
Are COVID mutants on last legs? (Most think their death’s long overdue!)
Trump’s naive crimes seem more passé though Putin dreams his lies are...

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All The Things
	
Grandma told me to be mindful. She used to tell me that when I was a kid. What exactly that meant did not completely become clear to me, until after she was gone....

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The name of this poem is "…" So the first line is shown.
The system would not let me put that in the title box. Sew, so...


...

Hear and now, know here and now, no! No!
It is...

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The Chair

     Calls out my name. 
     It is ever at the side of the bed. 
     Waiting there for me to climb...

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