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It’s lonely a cold night of rain
And I compose me a piece
From the pattering of drops
On the steel roof
With claps of thunderbolt
And swish of the wind
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
The tap of my feet accord
With the crack of my teeth
When there’s no one beside
To drown my heart away
A sonorous serenade
I croon into allegretto
A mellifluous drone in heart
So sad and drear
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
Chime me you night crickets
And buzzing beetle
A piece in the cold night rain
To hype the heartbeat tempo
To wash the slumbering eyes
And feel forlorn at home
From the wailing pine
In the rush of wind
In that dark cold night rain
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
Are you being serious
Your making me delirious
With your mood swings all off stride
Like Dr. Jeckyll --Mr. Hyde
One day your up , next day down
You are going all around
Keeping up is hard to do
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue
Never knowing where I stand
Your emotions are a rubber band
Keep on stretching to the limit
You could snap at any minute
Smacking me right in the face
I'm always prepared to brace
Myself for this inner storm
That's been going on too long
This roller coaster ride your living
Is going to end up splitting
Your personality and divide
Your good and bad on different sides
Soon one will be taking over
Then its tine to run and cover
I've been watching and can tell
Your bad sides taking you to hell
As your good side disappears
Making all of my worst fears
Coming true-- there is no way
To get your evil side to stray
It is here and wants control
Your good side will take a stroll
Kicked out by this two horned beast
A million friends could not defeat
You are lying--full of crap
Your mouth is a big dirty trap
Nothing ever comes out true
What did I ever do to you
For you to bad mouth me around'
To my family, friends and town
I don't know why your so mean
Causing such a horrid scene
The commotion you are sending
Should be stopped--soon it is ending
You and me--a private place
So I can scream right in your face
No one around to see me shout
My evil side is coming out
I don't want to be this way
My kindness you are making stray
From inside a gentle girl
But your're wrecking my whole world
Now I have to be untrue
To myself--yelling at you
Words of pure obsecenity
You would not normally see
Me saying but I just can't
Stop this raging inside rant
You seem to be a little scared
I don't think you were prepared
To see my red fury eyes
Burning you back down to size
Next time you will think before
You call me a cheating wh--re
Where are you when I am in need?
Where were you as you walked past me?
Scraps of food from trash cans I partake.
The wind blows through as the cold penetrates.
As I shiver on the steps of an abandoned Inn.
I cover up in a tarp, so tired, I can never win.
I am never safe on the streets of the night.
The rustling noise suddenly made me frightened.
The noise fades away, leaving me alone.
The weather changes as it begins to snow.
I could not stay warm as the wind started to blow.
I sat up, grabbed my matches, and lit one, watching it glow.
Shivering, I huddled close to the match's meager heat.
As the night wore on, she felt her fingers and toes freeze.
The weather increased as she ran out of the last match to light.
The next day, the child was found frozen during the cold night.
I suspect many of us,
if not all,
with a mindful of bodhisattva
positive deviant parented and educated exceptions,
grow up feeling like a human win/lose sinner
fighting against a divine win/win messiah within,
Internally conflicted
about being sent from past sacred regenerations
of survivors
and thrivers
to redeem a fractured Earth
in preparation for secular/sacred
dipolar co-arising Rapture Climates,
epic Operas,
small operations,
of and for EarthJustice grace,
love,
win/win compassion,
To raise multicultural economic health
from death's fading door,
to prophecy polycultural nutritional wealth,
To face immanently within
health/wealth bicameral Rapture,
predicting all Earth's cooperative messianic reweaving
of di-hemispheric bilateral ClimateResilience
for sacredly intersectional ZeroZone Earth
And all Gaian-Christian-Taoist-PolyCulturist
humane sinners,
winning behavioral secular interdependent resonance
to regain sacredly resilient EarthTribe's eco-political Trust
In humane sinners
redeemed by hearing divine sainted voices,
nutrients,
natures,
spirits,
NonZeroSum Souls
Becoming secular-
sacred interdependent Being.
Why do healthy snacks taste healthy
waiting on red light, minutes become eternal
Diet soda, sugar free soda, zero sugar soda, difference?
Why does yellow light really mean speed up
whatever happen to catsup?
kids conversing on phones while sitting next to each other
Do napkins exist anymore
Hot sauce in the refrigerator loses heat
Brown eggs white eggs can't we all get along
Is soup really food
finally cancel my land line phone and never miss it
The more urgent the task the less likely it gets done
Still writing checks
Pantry has four boxes of cereal, unopened.
Enjoying feeding birds, buying 40 pound bags of seed.
My dogs are still young but more lazy than me
so old remember when democrats loved Jews
Now a days lose friend and family over politics
Have no desire to go to a movie theater now
Without my dogs would I ever get up in the morning
Never watch network television anymore
milk became a laxative while cheese clogs you up
I like sitting on my front porch listening to my dogs bark
Crazy is as Crazy does
think I'll eat a bowl of cereal...
Unsure our world is now, and folks have fear.
From rules imposed on us we dare not veer.
Some say the days foretold by John the Seer
(when chaos soon will reign) are nearly here.
I dread the horrors that might next appear.
Our govenments are puppets; what they do
is what the “powers that be” tell them to.
Lies today and half-truths are nothing new.
An accident this was? You think that’s true?
It’s my belief this all was by design -
an evil plot to cause the world’s decline.
The masterminds of it are filthy swine!
World domination they wish to procure.
I wouldn’t be surprised they had the cure!
The worst is yet to come, most probably.
All we can do is cling to what is dear:
our friends and family; our freedoms too.
Be watchful; there will be more than one sign.
Be faithful; of at least one thing I’m sure:
The good - one day - from earth’s woes shall be free.
April 14, 2020 for Emile Pinet's Minuanetta Poems Poetry Contest
Ever since my parents bought me a Grundig TV for my room,
And every week day unquestioned and without fail,
I've watched the Channel 4 News avidly, glued to it,
From when I was ten when my ship did at last sail.
I fell in love with Jon Snow instantly as a father figure,
A socialist or social democratic who would interpret,
Political and social events in a way that I understood,
Without any superiority or cold, aloof mood.
My best subject at university was marketing,
Came top in my second year Easter class exam
And everyday when I watched it I analysed Jon’s socks and ties,
Until I was 17, I could predict to myself the next days dyes.
This made me so happy and empowered me to continue,
In that Christian fundamentalist world of criticism and guilt,
But the C4 News was my little secret which I kept to myself,
As I was taught not to love things like that, of a worldly, societal lilt.
I was a devious child towards my parents and their religion,
And lived by admitting only to liking that which I loved,
So that they could have the satisfaction of disciplining me straight,
But pass me by as someone who religion did very much hate.
I had my own sequence, mathematical formula in my head,
And the first day I got my television when the light was ahead,
Because my dad used to monitor what I viewed with intense interest,
I did not flip channels somedays, to suggest no deviation was in my head.
And when Krishnan Guru-Murthy joined the show in 1998,
(I had predicted it from his way at BBC news presenting);
As he reported in Newsnight and BBC 24’s current events programme,
And I thought he would compliment Jon Snow and for youth be an emblem.
I'm hesitant to say that I used to be able to,
Predict when he would grow a beard in playful discourse,
But I knew that he would always shave it off again,
‘Cos that concerned, innocent face is not for recourse.
I like Garry Gibbon, love Kathy Newman, Jackie Long and Matt Frei,
And Paul Mason always gets to the roots of the economics issues;
Lindsey Hilsum and Helia Ebrahimi give such good reports,
And Geoff White always excites me with his technology eye.
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
I did enjoy my many childhood dreams,
and later, happily, some did come true.
When I look back in time, indeed it seems
the future turned out well- I did pursue
my artwork, writing poems- steady flings-
which, as a child, somehow I always knew.
Crayons and paper were such favored things,
and when I'd reached the age of three or four,
I loved to draw and spread artistic wings.
Next, taking pen to paper was no chore;
as I grew older, by age eight or nine-
was writing poetry to make words soar!
My childhood dreams did grow to shape, refine;
honed gifts of art and words, did intertwine.
Traditions for the next President
by Edmund Siejka
Why is it that a President
Is always a Boss
Never a worker?
Always a schoolyard bully
Never a hero?
Always a pretender
Never a king?
I want an average
Everyday kind of person
For President.
I want a President who owned a small business
Worked 14 hour days
To keep his store afloat.
Or a wait staff
In a busy diner
Working back to back shifts
For tips and loose change.
I want a truck driver and his wife
Who scrimped and saved
So their kids could go to college.
Couldn’t one of them be President?
How about someone born of recent immigrants for President?
Whose parents didn’t speak English
But who made something of herself
She could teach us about determination and overcoming hardships.
Or a veteran?
Yeah, don’t forget about them
Didn’t they serve when a lot of people were busy going to college?
For President I want that retired schoolteacher
Who taught bored teenagers
And still managed to keep her sanity.
I want to know why this isn’t possible.