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HISTORY FACTS
history is perspective
create your favorite
WHY REASONS
fears dominate decisions
not faiths position
LEGAL SYSTEM
justice thought served
fair remains ignored
BATTLES FOR GOD
war religion lent
never hears amen
PRICING
when money poor
everything cost more
HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE
trifles require license
idiots freely parent
OUR CHILDREN'S TEACHERS
perversion media - heroes
morality consciousness - zero
SCHEDULES
living clock bound
time never found
HOUSING DEVELOPMENTS
populated suburban neighborhoods
strangers lacking brotherhood
backyard helicopters create
ass-sending noises that...
disturb whole neighborhoods
so...threats of disturbance are policed...
america blocked 'russian missiles to cuba'
there was a stench to their presence...
that would keep u.s. citizens awake
now...threat's of disturbance get policed again and...
the russians blocked nato nukes from their backyard
missiles carry a stench that scream their presence...
with such disturbing constant political threats
that...the media has replaced tiring virus reports with...
a cowboy style political saloon poker-game stand-off
with excessive soundings of hollow overblown threats...
all because the ukraine leader is a former comic
thinking...his nato and missile talk would be taken lightly...
stans sand
Mac was the Trip-O-Matic Magic Man
Who introduced the Trip-O-Matic to our neighborhood.
We were selected for the pilot program.
If we liked it, we could recommend it,
And other neighborhoods would receive
An opportunity to enjoy a Trip-O-Matic
Trip back in time.
Mac’s main tool was his giant spaceship with all kinds of bells and whistles.
You could select a year – 1943 for example, press the 1943 button and
Watch your grandmother’s birth. But who would want to?
The crux is, the machine only has the capability to go back to 1940.
So the buttons are from 1940 to 2018.
The 2019 button will be added in February of 2020.
I have no idea how this works, but it does.
I pressed 1957 because that was the year I started kindergarten
With Miss Anderson.
I wanted to see her again and some of the girls in my class.
It was so much fun!
Laughing and playing and being friends with everyone.
I had not remembered this,
but the boys and the girls were all kind to each other.
We were like a big giant family.
I had a glorious day being five again!
At the end of the trip, we were supposed to press the 2018 button
And return to year 2018 so we could grade the Trip-O-Matic.
None of us kindergarteners remembered or wanted to do this.
We were busy playing with play dough.
So no one else got
To experience the Trip-O-Matic Trip.
Too bad for the pilot program.
I was relieved. I never like grading things anyway.
My scores are always to high.
I'd like to make you all aware
This world could use some loving care
Please take this opportunity
To read about my saddened plea
It's not like it was before
When people never locked their doors
Neighbors would just walk right in
A stranger became your new friend
These days people live in fear
There is danger everywhere
Children aren't safe anymore
With weapons brought inside school doors
Each day a woman's getting raped
While neighborhoods can not escape
The pressure of more gangs and violence
Leading to more deaths and silence
Hopefully all people will listen
About the things that I have written
And try to help me with my plight
To change these things from wrong to right
On Halloween the children play,
Dressed in fun costumes they sashay,
Through neighborhoods at dusk of day,
They make their way, they make their way.
Pirates and faeries, witches too,
Zombies and cats meet Scooby-Doo,
Darth Vader, Yoda, ghosts that boo,
Displayed for you, displayed for you.
"Trick or Treat," all the children cry,
Their eyes so bright, excitement high.
When bowls of candy they do spy,
They are not shy, they are not shy.
And when their sacks are full of treats,
Their parents lead them off the streets.
At home they're tucked beneath their sheets.
Next year repeats, next year repeats.
10/4/13
For SKAT's Halloween contest.
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
Mama bear pulls into Seattle with a roar
searching the neighborhoods of the poor
You hear me, come out from hiding ... my baby cub
mama has a pocketful of your favorite grub
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
There's a warm bed and shower to be had
so come out now, and stop being so mad
At every corner mama roars, stomps her feet
hoping upon a wishing well daughter's eyes meet
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
She sings her song over and over, hoping a prayer
is answered by her, and not another naysayer
Fear is born as fruits of her labor rot
but mama keep swimming up river for her baby tot
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
On a crescent moon, lost in a crater, daughter sleeps
in a dilapidated room on flea infested bed with a creep
Such fate of what a warm voice does to someone that's cold
her precious gifts and youthful innocence stolen
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
connie pachecho
12/30/16
Hurricane
By Edmund Siejka
There were warnings of a hurricane
People had been through this before
They knew what to do
Why some of the houses on the water were worth over a million dollars
They would ride it out.
The hurricane came ashore and slowly marched inland
South of Merrick Road
Cold grimy
Water was everywhere
Sewage and fuel coated lawns
Soldiers patrolled areas hardest hit
Boats were strewed in streets and yards
Neighborhoods sat empty for weeks
And politicians worried about their future.
Spray painted signs warned
“You loot
We shoot”
Heat and electricity were luxuries
Cash was a valuable commodity
Most people were patient
Some were not
But no one seemed to care.
Families returned to their neighborhoods
Tired, cold, and hungry
Water logged furniture lined the streets
Making two lane roads impossible
The only ones to show up
Were utility workers from out of State.
We don’t respect nature
We build where we shouldn’t
We pollute when we should know better
We use up resources like there’s no tomorrow
And then we’re surprised when nature hits back and reminds us that she is after all
…….Mother Nature.
Sometime ago, I was fat in the land of Plenty.
I lived on the Savanna, and worshipped the ancestors.
Sometime ago, a horde of barbarians came to the Savanna,
They called me “Savage”. Yet I had no idea of what “Savage” meant.
So I asked the ancestors, “What is a savage?”
And the ancestors said to me, “It is what you will become if you do not fight the
horde with all of your might!”
But I did not listen. And I became greedy, and struck a deal with the horde.
I said, “I may be savage, but I will give you many savages, and you give me gold
coin”.
And the barbarians smiled.
Sometime ago, a horde of barbarians took my brothers and sisters to a new land.
And made them into “savages”.
And now they walk the streets of their own neighborhoods, seeing whom they
may devour.
And me, I did not receive gold coin from the barbarians.
Rather, I received a shanty and diamonds that I couldn’t touch, and oil that was
no longer mine.
Rather, I received prisons with salt water, when I spoke against apartheid.
And I am thin in the land of plenty.
Barbarians now hunt on my Savanna, and call me a poacher if I do the same.
Barbarians call my brothers and sisters to the west “street savages”.
Yet they watch people die inside from exclusion.
Yet they watch people die outside from frostbite.
Yet they watch people struggling to pay medical bills, and scream, “No Taxes!”
Yet they watch people struggling to pay mortgages and scream, “My hard earned
money won’t support those dag on shiftless savages!”
Even though some time ago, they sat inside while such savages made them an
empire.
Even though it is not just savages, but barbarians too, who can’t pay their
mortgages.
But me, I am thin in the land of plenty.
I am thin, and getting thinner.
But soon, soon, I will remember what the ancestors told me.
I will remember to fight with all of my might.
Not with spears or swords or guns, the way of old.
But with my mind!
With logic, with reason, and with the mighty power of the ancestors.
I will overthrow the way of the barbarians.
And I will be fat in the land of plenty.
~*~
Still and motionless, aye!
We prisoners in endless lockdowns lie.
Dreams of life, as it once used to be.
Days, sparkled with magnanimity.
When mouths were not gagged and children ran and played.
Those days, ah, never coming back, we live in media haze.
Now the chains grow yet heavier, yet tighter.
It's even hard to be a verbal fighter.
Punishment in wait for all who question.
How dare we disregard divine government direction?
People like me who speak and think for themselves,
In any form, our poems are read, but comments...shelved!
Truth telling is so very despised!
Punishment for anyone such as I, is always nigh!
Evil walks the earth disguised as good.
In all countries, all neighborhoods.
You cannot laugh true evil away.
For your tears, swell, in your eyes and your unique,
Godspeed Soul Bay.
We weep for the dead, but are we truly alive?
Life, still and motionless, in penumbrad, masked,
poioned lockdown disguise.
1-16-2021
~ 2~
Dedicated to all poets here, willing to take a stand for truth at the cost of being disliked. You write about it...You really impress me! Merci, blessings.
To claim more imperialist Russian land.
An invasion of a neighbor was planned.
Unbacked slander was said about them.
Creating for the world a major problem.
Putin claimed they were a pro-Nazi harbor.
But the truth really couldn’t be any farther.
Ukrainians have always been their target.
The Holodomor is a genocide not to forget.
Between wars one and two, Joseph Stalin
orchestrated the starvation for many fallen.
To feed communism, millions were deprived.
The empty breadbasket for Europe arrived.
So generations later the bully is back.
But now other countries cut no slack.
While they attack innocent civilians.
It’s obvious they are truly the villains.
Destroying homes and those trapped inside.
Soldiers with unjust orders forced to abide.
Attacking neighborhoods of peaceful kids.
Willing exterminators as the Kremlin bids.
But their target shoots back and hits hard.
The fighter won the crowd on the undercard.
Like a hard uppercut from Mayor Kltichko.
The Ukrainian’s counterpunch is on show.
The other Vladimir is a modern David.
Daily turning the Russian Goliath livid.
Shoring up defenses as the underdog.
Battling through heavy gunpowder fog.
Swaying global leaders to invest in defense.
Convincing nations Soviets make no sense.
In this invasion, the bully is being repelled.
As global Ukrainian patriotism has swelled.
Depleting the Russian tanks by the hundred.
Forcing civilian involuntary enlistment dread.
Fleeing their nation to avoid an early death.
As troops are rushed into their final breath.
Unprepared to invade into mortal combat.
Putin’s propaganda machine caused that.
Forcing battles soldiers don’t want to fight.
Knowing the motives for war are not right.
Nations give Ukraine billions in military aid.
Causing global inflation to devalue our paid.
So we cut jobs with layoffs for bottom lines.
To fund fatal battles in forests full of pines.