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20 so plus teacher educator's
Primed ready
Standing like naughty school children
in line
Patiently awaiting castigation
From the board , proud parent's and overlord's
Who firmly believe they can do what
they do only 20 time's better
Never actually having done the job itself
Or knowing what dedication or magnitude
that job entails
Who awaken daily realizing the teaching vocation
they choose to follow
Is in fact a thankless task made only hard
When it is implied that the job they are
doing
By those who should in fact be trying and providing
them with tool's in order to help them
Are actually rather sabotaging them instead
And has now left them pondering the
question
Why they even wanted or ever wished to get into
teaching in the 1st place
Because it certainly wasn't on the basis
of financial renumeration
More for the reward the satisfaction
the job brings
Seeing a child thrive and excell given
they may just only be the only person
In there life who actually support's and
allows them to dream and believe
they are achievable
As sadly not every child comes from
a loving happy home unfortunately
And may need a push in the right direction
in order to find there own self belief , confidence
and inner voice
So they may well 1 day in the not to
distant future find themselves empowered
enough
To eloquently not only be able to speak for
themselves
They endear themselves and speak for
the masses as well
Deserving and reverant enough to bare the moto
Poet of all the nation's people truly independent
And most precious above all else willing
to listen to both sides of any given story
Yes, I'm a nerd.
But, on the basis that you call me a nerd, is absurd.
So what if I'm shy and quiet?
How on earth does that prove that I'm not right?
I feel suffocated when I'm with you guys.
I honestly think you're nothing but a bunch of hypocrites.
How come we are the villains when you shed your crocodile tears?
What if I'm really tired of your you-don't-belong-here stares?
"What? Trust me, I don't really discriminate against you guys. "
To the girl who said this: you are annoying and so are your lies.
I acknowledge that we don't have the same preferences or choices.
But does that make us so bad that you even get vexed by our voices?
This 'loving' poem was for my 'loving' classmates.
I can't, and I won't bother myself with your hates.
Pie in the Sky
If the pie grew in proportion to the number waiting for a piece could there ever be enough?
If everyone who got a piece of the pie shared it would either be satisfied?
If the pie were distributed on the basis of need how many would still want it?
If a committee were formed to address the issue of the pie what would happen?
Would the committee arrange for a bigger pie?
Would the committee mandate a larger pie?
Would the committee institute an investigation into the quality of the pie and its inability to be sliced into sufficient pieces to satisfy all?
Would an independent “special” prosecutor be assigned to look into the origins of the pie’s insufficiencies?
If the committee did its job correctly the pie would be forgotten. The independent “special” prosecutor honored, and the committee praised for their diligence in managing the situation.
The unused ingredients (money, power and prestige) of the preceding problem (the pie) would be blended into (swallowed up by) a new recipe (new legislation) regarding the size, shape, production and distribution of any new pies.
A COMMITTEE will be appointed to oversee the process.
John G. Lawless
6/22/2021
Racists beat some other racists, bigots hate some other bigots
Gunman kill some other gunman, thieves deceive some other thieves
Politicians of both parties share the views that must divide them
But they hate each other madly, cause the people love this circus
And they do the show on purpose to get votes and fly away
No fanfares for the common in the search of sheer perfection
There is so much imperfection everybody can’t believe
They are multiplied one person, cloned from a forgotten sample
On the basis of resemblance they can’t tolerate all that
And they give a deadly fight to the copies of their type
Would you like to join the battle or its better just to watch them
Sitting in the comfy armchair, thinking of the cloudy sky
In the world of competition I don’t have enough ambition
I don’t want an expedition to the jungles of the lost
I’m incurious for nation, immigration and salvation
Give me less of variation, and lets finish on this note
I’m a mouse of every fable eating crumbles from a table
Drinking tea and playing rummy in the middle of the night
I’m a line in cubist painting, broken down and nearly fainting
I’ll be happy just to vanish in the damp of morning air.
("In Memory of Gary Vaughn", 2018, original encaustic)
The Flavor of Kool-Aid
We all get to choose the flavor of Kool-Aid we drink.
And maybe that’s the extent of free will.
We each have our world views formed and cemented
By these biases, personal and cultural,
But even people as close as siblings
Who share the same DNA and conditioning
Can end up as different as oil and vinegar
But I’ve had my share of Kool-Aid,
And I don’t remember it having any flavor
Other than sweet.
What it offers as a way to entice
Is a difference in color,
Or put another way
A difference in appearance
And so it is with beliefs and biases.
It’s mostly a difference of surface over substance.
What is the substance of Kool-Aid?
A little dye, some sweetener,
And a whole lot of the universal solvent.
And what is the effect of our preferred Kool-Aid?
Reassurance that we have chosen
The best world view
To match our tastes.
Which are in fact chosen
On the basis of
What we want to see,
And the promise of something sweet.
(9/23/23)
We’ve reached a turning point,
Possibly a point of no return
Where trust and accommodation
Has reached a limit.
For the past 120 years, especially the last 60,
Men have been accommodating
The cause of women’s equality.
But now it’s clear to all, women are not equal
On the basis of biology alone.
Men are wired for leadership
And women for nurturing.
So long ago women
With their child rearing roles were protected.
To the point of infantilization sometimes,
And sometimes deservedly so
Which surely pissed off the majority
Who could clearly handle their own.
And so the past century has unfolded
With the rise of women to all levels of power.
And men have mostly just rolled over,
Because, you know, women certainly
Have something men want.
The Clancy mistrial and near acquittal
Has exposed the lie in all this,
And has set the cause of feminism back
At least a century, despite a perceived victory.
Men think and women feel
(The two making a superb compliment),
But the lack of reason in this case
Is making men wonder if too much hasn’t been lost.
Maybe women shouldn’t be in positions
Of highest authority and power
Let alone left unsupervised with children…
Maybe there are limits to how far
The game of make believe equality can be played.
Like an inversion of Franklin’s old adage,
Better to let ten criminals go free
Than convict one innocent man,
The ten sane and stable women will be punished
To let the weaker one go free.
In the name of protecting the one
They have pulled back all
To the position of once again
Being treated as half children themselves.
If I was a woman I’d be furious.
And if I was a man
I’d say, fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
(9/8/26)
You have an ISSUE with the
LGBTQ people.
You gather in your church with
The high steeple.
This does not mean LGBTQ
People have ISSUE'S.
You keep spreading hate,
The crap continues.
You must see us as a
Threat to you.
These words you speak about
Us are untrue
There is infinite space for
Us to live here.
You hate on the basis
We are *****.
Life is hard, you tend
To make it harder.
Why would you play
The martyr?
You say you walk with the lord,
Yet, you judge others.
I believe the good word says
We are sisters and brothers.
You try and hate us,
Out of existence.
We have never chosen the
Path of least resistance.
We are born this way,
You choose to hate.
All this because of,
Who we choose as a mate.
From where I'm standing,
You appear mentally ill.
There is a helper for you,
Just swallow the pill.
We are here to stay and
We are PROUD.
We are the COALITION of the
RAINBOW CROWD.
Turbo1904 ?
To have your picture on the face of a stamp,
Is a honor reserved for the ones who cultivated change
Among the mèlange of inspiring faces,
Lays the face of someone who served on the basis,
Of freedom
Behind a small black and white picture,
A mighty face lays
With eyes of a fighter,
eloquent hair, neatly parted
The words,
Black white
Trust danger
Defiance hope
All line the bottom
Words of hope, words of courage
That picture is of a strong willed soul
Oh what a wonderful life, one bloke stole
Late at night, she deployed her clandestine runaway
With peers, she warily walked, not knowing where she was destined
Little did she know,
She would make this trip many times again, not knowing what each bestowed
Harsh winter nights, where the breeze grew as cold as coal,
She walked, walked and walked
Till’ days grew into the lines of a bole
She is a freedom fighter
She is a activist
She is a mother
She is a motivator
She is Harriet Tubman
Usps Stamps Poetry Contest - 07/04/25
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Not long to go now until we are
told we will know
How the next 4 year's are bound
to pan out
As the way it's been reported on
it's almost like we have a casting
vote or have a say in it ourselves
Bering in mind however or whichever
way it pan's out it is entirely up
to them not us
I highly doubt they care what we think
anyway as they have far more pressing
problems to deal with
And when such a big deal is made
of Russian interference why or how
come we don't feel the need to but
out either
If you believe in the supposition
that the news media are the so
called all knowing visionaries
they proport to be like our very
own BBC
Then this election is moot anyway
And just how much power can
or does a President really wield
in an actual democracy
Only a Dictator who rules by
an iron fist is trully blessed
with the gift of absolute power
Ask any old ordinary folk who lives
in say Russia, China, Iran, Afghanistan
or Saudi Arabia
On the basis of if no one is looking
over there shoulder or they are
reading verbatim from a script
Pause, smile for effect praise
the leader and maybe you will
see your family again
In my numbness I allowed
the boundaries to fall down
let people push me around
My weakness does astound
When you’ve turned to no one
handled your life on your own
then when you need someone
you find there’s nobody home
Because they come to you
and you always help out
it’s something they don’t do
when it’s the other way around
Something they’ve not done
Never turned to for advice
So they treat it good fun
laugh at you and say you lie
And you’re victimised at work
Isolated against the illegal
trying to survive getting hurt
learning you’ve got no people
And the ones who you turn to
behave like it’s all you do
so you feel no one loves you
No one ever comes through
Then you’re whole world falls down
for reasons that nobody knew
all trying to figure you out
on the basis you don’t speak true
So they think you’re dishonest
and you always need help
They swear and they promise
they just want to help
So my boundaries went down
I didn’t care about people
Addictions I found
so weak and so feeble
Now I live in doubt
of what mankind’s about
I still shut people out
because they let me down
To not even listen
the first time I reached out
who I was is now missing
there’s no one around
It’ll only get worse
as more know to treat me a mug
It’s like I was first
now the whole world’s above