Long Recession Poems
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where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch
it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors
they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure
now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families
so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound
what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part
Open the door
Welcome to the professional relationship war
Opportunity knocks
Wanting investment stock
Offering salary positions
Full-time committed commissions
Benefits are great
For you and a mate
Travelling collegiate towns
Going down
Alpha Beta Road
Enduring wintry cold
First place opportunity went
House fraternity rent
Brothers answered knock
Calculated the luring stock
Requested a brochure
When opportunity stepped off the floor
Accepting escort to the door
Finding another place
Hoping to receive a smiling face
Innocent and bright
Wearing wedding white
And engagement ring from her knight
Both ready for the real-life fight
Opportunity gave the door a tap
Woke the Sorority sister from a between class nap
Throwing a pitch
Sounding quick and rich
She exclaimed
Not playing a game
“A.I.
Senior replied
Wrote you are a lie
We have Wi-Fi
Don't even try"
Rejected
Dejected
Opportunity still acted cool
Not being a fool
Walked over to where there's brew
Needed a break
Find out how much students want to make
Discovering academics at stake
Opportunity pondered a bit
Thinking what would fit
When Honesty walked in
Knowing how to win
One over
When scholars mature, get older
"You look hot
Join me in my spot"
Opportunity did knock
Wanting investment stocks
"Only if you speak the truth
Or honesty will hit the roof
You see opportunity when you knock
Your stock
Better be real
Or it's a no deal
There are many fakes
And hate
Out there
Our new generation is aware
And they do care
Future should be filled with dreams
Not angry computerized screams
You must love thy neighbor
And the waiter
Since they could be the one
When success is done"
"Honesty, you should not be ignored
May I open the door
And share
Ideas, creative and fair"
"I got this,"
Honesty blew opportunity a kiss
"We maybe broke
But still can joke
Reality is on our side
A light that guides
Showing vigilant nerve
Until we get what we deserve
A true blessen
Confronting political recession
Since deception
That is not our fault
Should be caught
And will haunt
Those doing wrong
Singing our campus fight song"
Opportunity figured day end arrived
And said goodbye
Leaving the course
Feeling remorse
Poets in the pot
Striving not to get cooked
For poverty in the hood
As gotten all hooked
Becoming ingredients of hunger
For all to maw
A new season...
A fresh session...
For the wrong reason...
Recession a new name
Best known to them
Stimulating ideas cocooned
We are the laughing flock
of several rudderless shepherds
Life of a wordsmith activist
Still in the soup stewed
Strands of words
whittled to bullets and pellet
Firing from all cylinders
our pot-belly shepherds
Sorting out issues with Pen
But bullied with hunger
Ohhhhhhh...
Analytical paralysis in full swing
Poetry an apt medium
for language of protest
Bully me not today
With words, we travel to freedom castle
With hunger, we fro back into fiefdom cabin
Bold and grave, brave and spot on
Fighting with the tongue and pen
Shall our tongues be mute
when deeds are wrought
Yet our minds far away
From the battle field
Alayande Stephen T.
9.25pm
5th October, 2016
At the office
NB- Just thinking aloud yesterday with the members of Loudthotz Poetry trying to play on (Protesting Poet or Poetry) on our whatsapp group and this poem came knocking...
Five years of heartache, stale goodbyes
While families part, with tear-filled eyes
Recession rules, as work dries up
They leave to fill their working cup
As the second hand counts down the minute
Both love and loss appear infinite
Each day, each week, all times of year
We watch, as loved ones disappear
Naive of life, with bag in hand
Seeking dollar, pound, or krugerand
That's all she wrote, that's all that's in it
Another leaves, every sixth minute
For many, a room with a couch for a bed
A place to rest a weary head
Lifes lessons etched upon their face
Our countrys heritage, a sick disgrace
No flight of earls, just common folk
The golden egg has lost its yoke
Titanic shame, a guiltless owner
No cure awaits from a bloodless donor
Seventy seven and seventeen score
Left our fair isle, for a distant shore
In search of a living, destined to roam
Abandoned dreams of a life at home
Imagine yourself
In a small gold mining town
you know that gold will run out
you know that for now you have money
but the future is not guarantied
without money a gold town
become a ghost town
yet you decide to change
talking to the people
you encourage group investment
you invest in building farms
you invest in building zoos
you invest in building
amusement parks
you invest in building factories
so when the Gold money runs out
you have jobs
you have money
coming from your investments
you have a town that's not
a ghost town
now imagine
you work in the car industry
and in the future you know
that with a world recession
people reduce their spending
the car industry will struggle
factories will close
you talk to the people in the factory
part of you disposable income
is redirected into investment
so that when your factories close
you have companies that you own
companies can provide work
companies that can provide wages
money to feed your family
money to provide the lifestyle
that you need in your time of need
today we all face the corona-virus
but when it comes time to grow
perhaps we could all become investors
creating work for ourselves
and jobs for our future
creating life in ghost towns
I got bills to pay
car payments
mortgage due
hospital bills
credit debts
don't worry, don't worry, don't worry
about anything
pray
got an issue
some conditions
my jobs in recession
so much doubt
so much sickness
so much civil unrest
circumstances, global pandemic
no safe public gatherings
As a whispered small still voice says
don't- don't worry about anything
instead
Pray about
Pray about everything
tell the Lord your God
everything
tell our God what you need
for you will be healed of everything
got an issue some conditions
don't worry, don't worry about anything
Pray
don't worry about anything instead
Pray
Pray about everything
tell the Lord your God everything
Tell our God what you need for you will be healed of everything
got an issue don't worry about anything instead
Pray
9/10/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Philippians 4:6
Out on the range and hunkered down
Been out here for a week
The morning cold the range is brown
Mist rising from the creek
A deep roaring sound behind me
I spin around in fear
What I see does astound me
How is a spaceship sitting here
Door open and inviting
I feel the need to take a look
I find it quite exciting
It has got me on the hook
Standing in the open door
He is beckoning to me
More regal one I never saw
Or ever will I see
A pinch to check if dreaming
I did not feel a thing
But the river is still steaming
It has got me on a string
Walk over and go through the door
It is like another world
Pearl white walls a golden floor
And curtains all unfurled
A cowboy sitting on a chair
At last I feel at home
But looking least like anything
Out on the range I roam
His Stetson more a halo
On his back there could be wings
My body turns to jello
As I realise some things
Relax and sit there just be calm
We need to check you out
We will be quick and do no harm
Of that there is no doubt
Alien to you may be
We are from another place
Out there in the stars you see
From deep outer space
We will make a small quick test
Now don't be so aghast
Then compare it with the rest
We have taken in the past
To see the changes that you've made
In progress or recession
For years now has been retrograde
That has been our impression
So cowboy up as cowboys do
We will soon be on our way
You will be as we found you
With no inkling of today
Mist dispersing with the sun
I sit there feeling strange
Out here where the cattle run
The wide and open range
Get to my feet and saddle up
I have much work to do
Why do I feel so shaken up
I don't have a single clue
Credit Frimufilms / Freepik for partial image
Who's that knocking on our door tonight?
Debt collectors, (those pests that we've ignored)
Yuletide woes being sung by my spouse
as we pull shades, and douse the lights!
Everyone knows a turkey and some mistletoe
could help to make the season bright
But we'll be eating pork and beans, 'cause our pocketbooks are lean
Oh! We're out of Tums!!......The house could blow tonight !!!
They say that Santa's on his way
But our petty cash won't jingle much today
So this mother hen is going to cry
Because her hungry chicks won't have an egg to fry!
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase....
To folks from one to ninety two
If the recession....is behind your depression...
Merry Christmas .. You're not alone!
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(Lyrics written to the tune "The Christmas Song" Written by Mel Torme)
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Just because you broke my wings,
Just because you threw thorns in my path,
Just because you cut my throat with your ego,
Just because you gave your best to put me down,
Does it mean you accomplished your mission?
Why are you searching for me in the dark cellar?
Why will I even go to the lonely moor and cry?
Why will you find me in the stillness of the air?
Why will you find my eyes shut under the blanket of the dark winter night?
Do you think you can merrily look for me weeping under the shadows of your strong paws?
Are you shocked for not finding me among the torn pieces of hope?
Are you tired of searching for me in the haunted house of your hostile humanity?
Is it your madness to look for me between the waves of dolour?
Why will I even give you a chance to find me rafting in the river of recession?
Ok let me help you find me.
Trace me in the colours of free flying butterfly
Look up to me in the glory of the rising sun
Find me in the ferocious flight of high rising eagle
Look for me in the light of rejoicing full moon
Find me in the strength of a soldier's muscle
Spot me in the sweetness of the hard-earned bread
Find me in the sweat of an honestly tired face.
Locate me in the glister of the creative mind
Catch me in the confidence and valor of an educator
Feel my presence in the words of an inspiring leader
Fetch me in the smiles of a successful student
See me in the pride of a proud parent.
Instill fear in me, I will come up with a smile
Pierce needles into me, You will see fire in the mirror of my blood.
Put me down to the core, I will rise to the sky with a roar.
Mind YOU!
It's ME
THE UNSUPRESSIBLE.
Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-
Grieving mothers and widows
Veil their grief in sagging bosoms
As they wail in excruciating silence:-
Fragments of men, void of hope,
View and count communal graves
Swelling with dirt burying the dead:-
(Buried are “The Wretched Of The Earth”)
In the neap tides of sorrows,
Mourners wade the airy blood
Of the children of Pilate’s hands:-
In the stale winds of time, “woe is me”
Cries the forsaken land–lamenting scriptures—
Echoing Freneau: “They saw their country’s woe:-”
Stacked like molded bread slices,
Decaying bodies release spores
Of death to weary-eyed mourners:-
Like an aching bosom’s colloidal tears,
Life sags on, and Sisyphus-like children
Sit under the warrior ghost of lingering hope:
(Indeed, “At this wake…none keep vigil…None:-”)*
*A line from the poem, RECESSION, by Wole Soyinka