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Beyond this poetry with soups far apart,
Cabbage with snail traces of temptation,
"Papana?i" in sweet palace of cheese,
"Gumboti" - plum dumplings`nation
Scented with cinnamon on their knees
Kind of the three musketeers`story
- Although we like four- for your glory!
Sweet-sour Hungarian-Wallachian`desert.
Many of my poems are just like... cabbages!
My attempt to add serenity`s smile to all ages:
Now and then, you may find a cauliflower
With thyme and dill and tarragon`s power.
Actually, it's not about art of cooking dreams
Of vegan menu, without any sausages-rhymes;
Nor hot Brazilian ”saudade”- with tea and ice;
Oswald de Andrade's, who is really so nice!
As dedicated body and soul to crown
Gourmets eating themselves; invisible:
In the most post-modern way possible;
I pay a visit to great poets of the world:
I do not wear a shield and a sharp sword
Like in films with pretty ladies and knights
Singing "Chavaliers de la table ronde"-twice;
But I think I love you all, everyone, everyone!
Form:
The veil is there for a powerful reason,
And yet some of us can see what prances from the other side
Through automatic writing and psychometry
We can immediately feel loved or frightened.
It is best to not intentionally pull back the curtain
Unless you are a shaman or wise woman with roots
That are deep, clear, open to unthought of possibilities,
And you are willing to face the consequences
Many of us can travel to the otherworld in our dreams
Some go nightly. Astral travelers
Yet do we remember in the morning?
Often if we have not developed language of this lifetime yet
The veil is there not as a warning
But as a protection
When we sense something is wrong
The warnings come from beyond the veil; pay attention.
Your spirit guides might be trying to save your life.
Of course, the demons use this avenue too.
This is when you really need to listen to your internal feelings.
(08/21/11)
The days are getting longer and
the nights are getting shorter.
The economy is scaring
And the tempers are flaring.
So many people struggling to survive
And many on the unemployment line.
Military people are losing their rights
And still expected to stand and fight.
Social security checks are getting smaller
And the welfare lines are getting longer.
Yet we still throw millions of pounds of food away
And millions are starving every day.
People are crossing our borders every day
Looking for jobs with a bit more pay.
You no longer have to wonder
Why banks are going under.
The world is going through the same things as us
But in GOD we must put our trust.
If those words are imprinted on our currency
Then in that you must believe.
If we could only go back to the past
Where we could afford a gallon of gas.
Where jobs offered retirement benefits
And health care too, and we didn’t have
To worry as to what to do.
We all know that life never stays the same
And we all must go through these aches and pains.
Is this the price that we must pay
So the politicians can get their way?
SADLY, I SIT IN MY BEDROOM
MY TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY CHEEKS
THINKING ABOUT THE PEOPLE I'VE LOST
AND I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF THEM IN WEEKS
IT SEEMS LIKE MY MINDS BEEN ON AUTO DRIVE
THE DAYS WERE JUJST PASSING BY
I LOOK BACK TO TRY TO SEE A MEMORY
BUT THERE'S NOTHING, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY
I KNOW I'VE GONE HERE AND DONE THIS OR THAT
THEY WERE JUST REGULAR THINGS I HAD TO DO
BUT WHERE WAS MY LIFE OF ANY SUBSTANCE
WHAT THOUGHTS OR EMOTIONS DID I GO THROUGH?
I'VE REALLY NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION
TO MYSELF OR MY LIFE AS IT IS
I NEED TO BE MORE IN THE PRESENT
BEFORE ANY MORE DAYS GO BY IN A WHIZ!
(I got the idea for this poem after seeing a mean commercial that R.I.F. made.)
What you're doing is nasty and cruel.
You're insulting my friend because he dropped out of school.
You called him a moron, an idiot, and a pinhead too.
You'd better apologize or I'll beat the hell out of you.
Tears come to his eyes when he hears the words that you use.
He's a human being and doesn't deserve to be abused.
Dropping out of school was a mistake.
But you cruely insult him and that's something he shouldn't have to take.
If you insult him one more time, I'll make you pay the price.
If you're considering insulting any other people who dropped out of school, you'd
better think twice.
Form:
I’m sorry to have to do this but I have no other choice, I just can’t take this anymore, I can’t listen to the sound of your voice
It has taken residence up in my mind and it haunts me every day, reminding me that you’re still here with me and all of the things that I still wish you to say
You didn’t sign a lease back then because you didn’t know your time frame, it was shorter than was expected and caused more damage then I can say
You came in and tore down all of the walls that I had built within, and you placed your beautiful face in their absence so that I could never forget
Not that I could anyway, even if I wanted to, you were the best tenant I ever had and now I don’t know what to do
You have no right to be here, you don’t even pay me rent, my mind is so tired of fighting with your memory, I am so spent
So please if you’re not going to stay then pack your bags and leave, take the rest of you when you go, just let me be
I don’t need unwanted visitors in my space, all that I want is a vacancy to take your place
I don’t want to think anymore, I don’t want to feel, I want to lock the door, throw away the key, and believe this isn’t real
I didn’t invite you in, you showed up here after you had long ago left, so tell me what you want from me? The baggage? The rest?
Please just go, just turn around and leave, because I can’t do this anymore, I’m not the home that you seek
I thought that I was back then, and oh how I wanted to be, but you’re the one that locked the door on the future of you and me.
My road deeply potholed,
with those left behind
Resurfaced with pain,
all casualties mine
A road often fatal,
to family and friends
No roses to line it,
as it twisted and bent
When forced to look back,
I see nothing but blood
From my hands to the cradle,
on those that I’ve loved
If you ask me my reason
for acting this way
With eyes straight ahead,
I’d have nothing to say
With the road getting shorter,
compressed in the light
Behind me those bodies,
that questioned my flight
The deeper I travel,
newer endings begin
This toll mine to pay
—heading further within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
American slave is a person who must follow all the rules, has to pay all its dues, gets nothing in return, and must pay for everything and even take the blame when things go wrong.
American slave is the person who is last on the list, they must be last because many think they have had so much privilege.
American slave must pay and pay, even when they die they must follow more rules and pay more for death.
American slave gets a number and is tracked all of their life, they are manipulated into few choices, their path are often confused, living tired and in a state of disbelief.
American slave got put in an environment that created desires that made them get addicted to drugs and cheap food, and other types of negative behaviors, making their body weak and dependent on other types of negative stuff and behaviors.
American slave dreams of freedom, freedom of clean air and food and shelter, freedom to have children and have all of their needs met.
American slaves lost all of their ancestor’s assets by way of loss, so many losses of property and other types of stuff.
American slave use to be able to find food growing freely to eat and take home to cook, now everything sold, causing a loss for all.
American slave remembers some of the history, making us ponder and dream of a correction.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
With the results of this election…the majority of people think I shouldn’t be sad
after all, they say, we only disagree politically!
This was democracy in action, they add, we voted for the changes we want to see.
But that is not what makes me sad…what has crushed my spirit and broken my heart…
It’s watching how this election has torn our county apart.
It’s how the values I grew up with are being trampled and replaced…
how books are being banned and entire histories erased.
It’s how kindness, love and compassion…
the traits I believe contributed to making this country great
have been preempted by hostility…by cruelty and hate.
I know we all have our own vision of what makes our country great…
but what breaks my heart is how so many people voted
for a man who ridicules, who lies and who humiliates.
How when so many people heard and saw his hate first hand..
they smiled, they cheered…they nodded…
how every time he spewed his hate…they stood up and applauded.
Stomping on human rights…making people in our country live in fear…
sending out messages of hate…
you will never convince me this is what makes a country great.
But this is the America most of you voted for…
I understand…the majority has spoken…
but our differing values…
not our differing politics
is the reason my heart is broken.
In my opinion the heart of our county hardened…this last election day
And although I know most of you don’t agree with me
I think for this…or any victory…
that is too high a price to pay…
The Dues I Pay
There are so many hues in the colour gray.
That colour fills – are dues I must pay
for how I have lived – my used up day
upon this plane – a misty cover to stay
mist filled eyes projecting a desire to say,
“ I am sorry ” to all, for ? and want to pray
that all I have done wrong will not fray
the edges of this scene, in which I play
- for three score and ten – my part - my way
guided by the Stars ?, Mars ?, Musical bars.
By those who influenced ?, my business in cars ?
Now all my days - in grays – direct me – lost
to all that once had meaning, feeling – at what cost ?
A soulless spirit that roams the passages of time, frost
on his shoulders, ice in his veins.
That is all, of this soul, that remains
B. J. “A ” 2
February 13th 2006