Long New year's day Poems
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In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves,
A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves,
Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show,
A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go.
Karish, unlike modern stars who mime,
With a live band and dancers, he'd shine.
From 10 pm till dawn's early light,
He'd entertain with all his might.
Dancers lost in rhythms, the crowd in delight,
As midnight approached, spirits took flight,
But then, at 2 am, a sudden hush fell,
Speakers went mute, a foreboding spell.
A gang, six or seven, with weapons untamed,
Machetes, clubs, and rusty guns they aimed,
"KILA MTU LALA CHINI!" the leader's decree,
Patrons, sobered, herded, as fear grew free.
"EVERYONE, GET NAKED!" his next demand did ring,
So, they stripped down to nothing, a peculiar, shocking thing,
As the gang searched pockets, taking what they could find,
The crowd cowered on the cold floor, fear etched in their mind.
The gang's leader, bold with humor in tow,
Ordered the speakers to once again glow,
Onstage, Karish and his band stood bare,
Naked and vulnerable, in the chilling air.
"START SINGING!" the gang leader's absurd command,
Karish, his voice trembling, had to withstand,
"Muthoni Kifagio," the song he must perform,
A satirical piece, to ridicule and inform.
Adding humor to the tale's unique lore,
The gang chose a dancer, a man to explore,
An old, pot-bellied, short figure in a cowboy hat,
Dancing comically for the gang; imagine that!
The heist was brief, mere minutes had passed,
And the gang disappeared, leaving the patrons aghast,
Naked and frantic, like a colonial scramble they raced,
For clothes to wear, in haste, they embraced.
Karish and his band, furthest from the pile of clothes,
Landed mismatched attire, confusion arose,
Karish in a spaghetti top, a scent of perfume so strong,
His wife at home, his troubles, he'd explain ere long.
No offense, but imagine the scene so bizarre,
As the pot-bellied dancer, in a cowboy hat, old by far,
Wore lady's biker short, oh what a sight,
In an unexpected place, a humorous plight.
To this day, Karish worries and ponders,
How the dancer, in his unusual wonders,
Explained to satisfaction, to his wife's delight,
Why he wore lady's biker short that night.
New Years Day
You say she's the one for you
And who am I to deny that's true?
You live with the promise of her forever
And certainly seem to forget our endeavor.
Now my pen is quiet
with gentle brush strokes
no more of the fury
no more of the fire,
It's gone with the wind
And no longer has desire.
To write of the love that we had before
To write the story of the slammed poisoned door.
Slammed shut on our chances,
slammed shut on our glances
Across the room with a fiery stinr
Like out love was crossed on some
invisible string.
So now we move on.
We pretend that we're golden.
Because now our hearts
Have been shattered and chosen
To move with the times,
And settle in with our rhymes.
On paper and in hell,
We tell each other
we wish you well.
But none of those lies
are ever really true.
And each of the lines
Are trapped in the blue.
And so, we read
in between our minds
And we both know
that we aren't really fine.
Because love drips from each stroke
and every other line.
So we write and we give up
A silent cry to the sky
We try to reach and we try
so damn hard to die.
With each passing moment.
For if we even for a second
Did show it,
I'd run back to you
Without hesitation.
And you know that's true,
So you block your own mind
The trains have now left all of the routes
and diverted all the stations.
Back to your mind
And back to your love.
I silently look
to the heavens above.
And wonder if you'll
Treat her better than me.
As heartbreak takes over
my own sad
reality.
As I play back our times
And craft them in rhymes.
Because she is now me,
I know without a thought
That I'll be on your mind
In all the answers you sought.
So think of me while her hands trace your cheeks
And think of me when I'm no longer in reach.
Think of me when my touch
lies like a ghost
Forgotten
On the wind
Of your love
And think of me when your mind
traces her and her thighs.
And when you have a spare moment
now and then, let my thought in.
Because this love we have chosen
Is now quite our burden.
And now the east wind
Joins our hands
as we scatter and cry
At least we are looking
up at the same grey sky.
For my 2013 New Years Resolution
I'm going to lawfully and legally purchase myself a gun.
I've never been pro or con regarding guns.
I've always remained very indifferent towards them.
I'm not buying a gun because I feel that I need protection,
and I don't have a sudden interest in gun target shooting.
Hell, I'm not even going to purchase any ammunition,
and I'm not starting a hobby for gun collecting.
I just want my name to be counted among gun registration
so that our leaders will know that they are dealing
with one more good and responsible armed citizen.
I'm purchasing a gun to protect my U S Constitution
and show my support for upholding our second amendment.
Our right to keep and bare arms was not established so much for our protection
from wild animals or from the common criminal element,
it was established to protect us from the over throw of our government
by they elected who do not truly The People represent.
"In Order For One To Conquer A Nation,
One Must First Disarm The Nation's Citizens."
Adolph Hitler said that, but I'm paraphrasing him.
Disarming Our Nation's Citizens
Will Be Our Ultimate Damnation.
It would be far too great of a temptation
for the powers that be who seek world domination,
and if you think that present day powerful fascists of major corporations
on a quest to attain complete and total world domination
is a far fetched ridiculous, inconceivable notion,
well then you are thinking exactly
how the powers that be
want you to continue thinking.
Lawfully and legally purchase yourself a gun
for your 2013 New Years Resolution.
It's a peaceful and non violent way to protest Washington.
If more guns get purchased legally by the bulk of the population
massive public pressure will then be imposed upon the leaders of our nation
and will send a powerful message as to where we all stand
regarding our support in upholding our Second Amendment.
This however is only a suggestion
to all of you who are frustrated soliciting and circulating worthless petitions
to the deaf ears in Washington and continue accomplishing absolutely nothing.
Buy A Gun To Defend Our U S Constitution.
Even guns can be used in peacful, non violent grass roots revolutions.
It was 1988
And things seemed great
I walked off the stage
With a degree at the right age
There were changes abound
As I entered life’s next round
One happened a few years later
When bowl games needed to get things straighter
On New Year’s Day Night
The Orange Bowl was colleges big time sight
Granted on another network sugar was being splashed
With this game that could springboard one to nice professional cash
With a nice halftime show
It was a nice way to let last year go
But there was one network’s selfish greed
That tarnished the gridiron holiday gift underneath the tree
They wanted it all
And stopped at nothing including putting the parent company’s store in the mall
Due to this obsession
Athletics saw nothing that would define the word recession.
More bowls were put in place
To allow every student athlete a chance to build their talented case
But it was the Orange Bowl who had a foe
Direct from Epcot France featuring the French Quarter drunken trance.
New Orleans had the party the night before
Hours in front of midnight when they showed the old year the door.
Someone in a yellow jacket made the shift to compete with the King of Orange’s tropical gift
Now the viewer needed to do a little remote control clickering
To ease the family’s bickering.
Today King Orange will stay out of the way
Of New Years Day
Instead they play a day before we say goodbye
To the year that gave a good try.
With a team from the VA that will need a good military strategy to find the winning way
And another team from the north part of the state it should be a nice game that is worth the luring bait
But it is that wonderful halftime production
That has found itself through the years getting reduction
They have tried everything
Including getting celebrities to sing
To combat this couple minutes of rest
That makes the players ponder on how well they are doing on the gridiron final exam test.
In closing good luck to the two teams
As they deal with tropical greens
Finding out what everything means
While playing this game in their dreams.
Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days
Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees
We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days
March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves
We will float into warm days and beauty of spring with ease
Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas
Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas
Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
These wonderful times_joy of longer days
Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease
Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees
These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze
Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
These times are wonderful long sunny days
But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves
Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
How thankful that we have those great peas
Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days
No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read
All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries
Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter
New year's day 2021
Disinclination regarding tradition
to make resolutions stance
adopted courtesy yours truly.
Though such proclamation
may smack of high treason
no matter convenience to season
and ideal time to leaven existence,
I discern no rhyme nor reason
to make a promise unable to keep
whereby only disappointment I reap
inducing tears whether awake or asleep,
thus Matthew Scott Harris utters nary a peep.
as he doth vigilantly creep
along the information superhighway
hooping to sow (sew) what he didst reap
re:pair so I can strut (wool ewe bull eve)
like a Mummer wannabe counting sheep
while he does sleep.
E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively
(furnished, generated, and
instituted his holy mojo)
introducing Gregorian calendar
approximately four hundred
thirty nine years ago
chroniclers of time - mostly
religious Norwegian farming bachelors
casually referred to brethren as bro
ejaculated (sometimes premature) invocations,
which echoed across
Lake Wobegon, said incantations
devout followers among populace
did likewise parrot and crow
generation after generation
whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic
monk native to Burma
stoked one after another ego
artificial construct did ebb and flow
amazingly enough maintaining accuracy
with marginal probability of error
precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...
would only tolerate absolute zero
variation regarding prediction
of weeks, months, years...
as sophistication of civilization did grow
allowing, enabling, and providing
jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho
could make his round the world wide web
timely trek linkedin with timepiece
assembled with B Corporation approval.
certification of "social and
environmental performance"
a private certification of for-profit companies,
distinct from legal designation
as Benefit corporation.
The above plug an unsolicited commentary
regarding San Francisco, California
based eco friendly and socially conscious company
and recent employer of eldest daughter,
an engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.
What do I mean
when I struggle to define my vocation
as a Climate Activist?
How am I anxious
and how might I more positively
anticipate?
An Activist,
hoping for resilient interrelationship
and resonant communication equity,
feedback and forth loops,
is, first, a listening contemplative,
Reflector,
Meditator,
EgoTherapeutic Investor.
We listen
not only with and for egalitarian balance,
non-violent communications,
compassionate cooperative therapies,
democratic relationships of warm appreciation,
but also with and for multicultural win/win interdependence
predicting robust interactive health systems
of and for dynamic climate outcomes.
But, what could we mean
by longing for a more sacredly interwoven Climate?
Green organic outside,
red-blooded holistic nutrition inside.
Climate may be habitat
and energy system,
healthy when not only democratically egalitarian
but also inclusively,
organically interdependent,
like networks of self/other-regenerating systems.
Climates,
ecological and neurological,
outside and inside,
seek healthy harmonies,
musical muses,
liturgical dancers
cast by revolving Earth
and revolutionary peace-trusting EarthTribes,
spinning in-between Sun and Moon,
external and internal win/win balancing orbits
of light and dark,
health and pathology,
love and hate,
communication and dissociation,
relationship and segregation,
rightbrain intersectionality and leftbrain either/or reductive apartheid,
yinflow both/and yang-strength.
In this uneven
unresolved
LastDay
eternally timeless moment
of 19 year old anxiety, for non-elite youthful listeners,
of anticipation, for seasoned polypath poets
and priests,
polyphonic preachers
and multi-theistic teachers
and Climate Activist polycultural prophets
Unfolds tomorrow's Alpha 2020 Day
of democratic energy optimization,
equally and interdependently heard system inside,
before resiliently and resonantly felt
before spoken
with universal
transparently substantial
gratitude outside
secular/sacred inside
ReMembering.
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I was standing on the corner, in a place I've never been;
the merchants of enticement, were inviting to come in.
The ladies on the corner; were hoping there will be;
A chance to make some dollars, from any man they see.
The bums up in the alley, were trying to lose the're minds
While swaying to the motions of intoxicating wine.
Hanging in a group, were guys all dressed in black;
It appeared that they were hoodlums, who lived across the tracks.
A grungy down beat rhythm, was blaring from the bars;
The signs outside were claiming, that the girls inside were stars.
Coming down the street and looking out of place;
Was a man inside a Bently, with a cigar stuck in his face.
All at once I heard it, a fight had just broke out,
Knives and guns were flashing and some girl began to shout.
Oh my god they shot him (she said; I think my baby's dead;
I didn't see what happened but he was bleeding from the head.
People from the bars, were hanging out the doors;
And the bums up in the alley, started running for the store.
The guys all dressed in black were frozen in a stance;
And then they started hopping, like in some kind of dance.
The ladies of the night, were trying to make a plan;
They were trying to find a way to get, wallet from the man.
I turned and started walking, away from all the fuss;
I walked a couple blocks and then I caught a bus.
It happened up on Broadway, on the night of New Years Eve;
In the town of San Francisco, the city by the sea.
I was twenty one and looking for some action;
It was more than I had bargained for, in fact it sent me packing.
The next time that I went there, I had myself a gun;
And some fellows from the posse, but all we had was fun.
There were other things that happened,other times that I was there;
And I might write about it, if I see that any care.
So if you liked the story and care to read some more;
Be sure to write and say so, I'll pull my notes out of the drawer.
Franny & Angie
went out walking
after midnight
In the light
of some Silvery Moon
and
Unbenounced to them,
they trod under such
nippy
a Skye
that before them
Sat 3 characters:
Eagle Owl Eye
Together the danced, popped & pervaded
gobbled eggs & toasted
champagne belated
for you know
Once these characters three
Eagle Owl &
I went South - free
One might question under which
Virtual Authority
was He. (?)
who allowed them
black furry hats
and a band
that could scat
who allowed a warbling, bumbling,
stumbling mosh
Guinness Martinis
and toilets
that wouldn't flush,
who allowed
endless irrevocable banter
and wordless stuttering saints,
who allowed Christmas
but could not accept
Baby New Years' date,
who allowed them
to trip
the lights fantastic
when
(oh Brother!)
He could be
so spastic
sarcastic & plastic.
Surgery to improve
the overall
dressing of the mood
and if not for ketchup,
fries and Yagr
the Moon might have fallen
much sooner
than later,
and now dark....
blown way with
lambswoolsnow
Eagle Owl I
am quite curious to know
Franny & Angie
in the light of the
Silvery Moon
not at Midnight
but at Noon
M. A. R.
eagle owl eye
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Teresa!?!
~Tanner!
Terribly
Tardy?
Ticktock ;)
~Time?
T-minus
10
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2
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12:00am!
~2020!!!
2020!!!
Tequila
Toast!
~Tequilla
Toast—
To
2020!!!
To
2020!!!
~Terviseks!
Terviseks!
~Tasty :)
Tequilla
Tesoro
~Tesoro?
Translated
"Treasure"
~Tasty
Treasure ;)
Top-notch!
~Tip-top!
(tender
touch...)
~Terrific
Timing :)
Terrific
Time...
~Totally
Thoughts?
~Tired
Terrible
Timing :(
~Terribly
Tuckered.
Together
Tonight?
~Together
Tomorrow?
Together
Today!
12:00pm :)
~That's
True!
Today,
12:00pm :)
Terrific!
~Till
Then—
Tootles!
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01/18/2020
Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with or sound like the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :)
Disclaimer: This poem is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. The names used are ficticious and were chosen to satisfy the requirements of the poetry form.