Long Muzak Poems

“The patience of Job” applied as an idiom that means to have great patience or endurance in the face of suffering. It's used to describe someone who perseveres through many problems or hardships.

One must possess...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Africa
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/1990

           Africa,
I see Africa,
            land of my people's
birth -
            I see tribes,
tribes 
     ...

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If I were to swagger off the streets
Some gangster as I perched the skulduggery 
Of my litany in glitter and smoke
An ageless vandalism to linger unknown
While I sneer from the lounging corner of your TV

Would...

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"Dia de Los Muertos", the Spanish name it.  Eve
of All Saints, saw we of the church of blessed assurance
of an observance ushering in fall while easing
our multilingual obsession with death.  The sun shines
on...

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Sunlight falling gently through the shifting cloud-shadows and chatter. 
Unsteady breezes warm then cool the surfaces of me. 
A muffled jazz number escapes a high corner of the awning covered bistro. 
Lyrics of "He said......

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Anti-Poem – “Prom Night At LAX 1973”

(Poet’s Instruction: Before reading this anti-poem, kindly go to YouTube and play Muzak: “Stimulus Progression.” Music can also be heard at my Facebook page under Stark Hunter. If possible,...

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There are lots of loud noises in Manhattan, you know
And the chaos will follow wherever you go
It's my toughest of tasks just to hear myself think
And it pushes my mind nearly over the brink.

So I...

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Walked into a door frame and battered my shoulder
Felt I’d done battle with some kind of boulder
I thought I’d need more than a dollop of ointment
So I rang the doctor to book an appointment 

The...

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At the fair, they’d beckon us in, tell us that we’d see a girl become a gorilla. They’d chant, “Girl, girl, girl, girlilla, gorilla…”

Monkeying Around

gorillas dressed in leopard suits, climbing
the so-called “ladder of success”

hopping onto
tiger-rings...

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On a grassy verge above the surging rill 
she stood fair haired and proud,
three leaf clover substrate at her toes.
Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked 
from my neighbours walk-in green house.
Woman of resplendent peerage cast...

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yesterday arrived at my doorstep
flashing her exuberance
through contagious smiles and sculpted features
painted images flickered through my memory
as seasons remembered
the autumn colors that bordered concrete
structures paying homage
to this choice of knowledge

the textbook carriers scurried hungrily 
from...

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Black faces of wooly lost voices,
do you hear the siren call
of Little Miss Bo Peep?

Can you see her waving 
a dollar ensign,
Grand Opening mall flag?

Does this retail muzak rhapsody
securely lull you to sleep?
You got so...

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THE STORES ARE ALIVE

(To the tune of “The Hills Are Alive” From The Sound of Music) 

The stores are alive with the sound of Muzak;
With carols they play every Christmas time.
The stores fill my ears...

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Atypically,  she was alone
and silent,
wig askew,
all the muzak shut away
behind her half-closed door.
I knew that she had also  drawn
the blinds within her mind,
to soften the impetuosity
of joy.

She struggled
to pull back the thoughts
that like...

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A city block vendor chimes pleasantries prouder
than Muzak or an unseen crow in the background 
elevating alarm clock music in the caws
uncredited and angrily growing louder.

A walkway narrows between the vendor
and a building. I teeter...

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Alone,
slicked with sweat,
and hearing the locusts’ cries 
deep in my neck,
I stood over the remains 
of Sal Paradise.
 
The spotty grass 
around the tombstone
was browned and littered
with trodden Camel filters
and corroded bottle caps.
 
I reached...

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Ever get the run-around?
It’s really most annoying
And ruins any stress-free time
You might have been enjoying.

You go online or make a call
And then they start you bouncing
From site to site or man or woman,
All of them...

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i am not a savant
but an idiot for
sure for what
some would
say was a
god made

gift but

the word
"gift" in German
translates to the
word "poison" so
let me wake to take
another dose that will

eventually carry over in
to my sleep where...

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I've hugged the cold rock and walked with rubber legs.

Been planted like a flower, watching the bees do their thing.

The Ozian Wizards dual with silver words and pencil sized swords.

For a few dead presidents you...

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shorts,white socks
sandals and panama-
winter-white legs

no wind,blue skies
dozing in a deckchair-
my afternoon tea,stews

hottest day of summer
flying ants on high-
a mac' swallows drive by
#
open air party-
night muzak,unheard
except by the neighbours

ripples on the pond
empty lily pads-
our frogs dive...

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