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I cannot see a thing in this world without a pair of sunglasses
because world is so bright that it blinds my eyes.
No one, I suppose, can see my eyes behind sunglasses
I can see everything through darkness of the shade of lenses I wear.
The outlines of the objects may not be sharp as they should
and they are colorless
they are still recognizable as they ought to be.
Although the people say that life is full of hope and promise
because there is a rainbow;
the world is full of romance because there are the beautiful roses,
I saw no colorful rainbow as the others say that always appears
in the sky after the rain, nor flowers of dazzling brightness
the others always admire when long-awaited spring comes around.
To me, however, nothing changes its color or reshapes its outlook;
everything looks the same as before, nothing changes its shape.
I comfort myself from time to time
compared to those sightless people who live in total darkness,
something that bothers me is always hanging over my head and
that is overly blessed people. They wear robes of arrogance and
walk on their way looking down upon others.
To put it another way, the real motive I am wearing sunglasses
may not be my eyesight but to hide my weakness from those
high-headed snobs.
A God-fearing, gun-owning American male.
Called a relic, stuck in the past
Needing to evolve, conform to new "realities"
Degraded, blamed for society's ills.
Sometimes it's much, much worse.
Names that pierce, words that burn
Each one leaving unique scars.
Attempts at reconciliation
Or even mutual understanding
Prove futile.
The why's ever-haunting.
There seems no recourse,
Only one viable alternative:
To live life as Jesus lived
And keep every shot in the 10-ring.
Crossroads loom on the horizon.
Fates of souls, families,
Nations
Hang in the balance.
Questions crawl out of the night.
Does an oath taken to defend
A two hundred year old document
Conflict with much older instructions
To submit?
Duty, honor, integrity;
But there are mouths to feed?
Will our country be recognizable in ten years?
Will I?
A God-fearing, gun-toting
Uneasy American.
There is a food from my childhood
which was loved by all my family.
We loved its smell, so recognizable, and its taste so good.
My sisters and I learned how to fix it easily.
We’d pop it up and eat it Sunday nights with Bonanza on tv!
Roast beef comes in second place, but this salty snack
smells so wonderful when it permeates the air,
my mouth starts watering. I am ready to attack
any popcorn, for when its scent invades my nosebuds, I could swear
I turn into a very very eager hungry bear!
March 23, 2018 for Sara Kendrick's
The Scent Of Baking Bread, The Scent Of Clean Sheets Fresh Off The Clothesline
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
While my spirit is feeble for managing, my soul can.
Each birth and death occurred throughout one's lifespan.
Undoubtedly, pride and ego inspirations are useless.
I've isolated myself from the remainder of the universe.
They have irreversibly shattered our deep vulnerability.
Nothing is easily recognizable under modern tyranny.
They have consisted of distinct pieces of information.
Prioritize their philosophy above the dome of reputation.
The gap between rough and delicate is sole sharpness.
We're stranded in the great Earth's space, breathless.
The sky is proved pristine and pure, while Earth is a struggle
The Earth has not arisen as a result of the sky's sparkle.
Mists that are dull and drift float gently into the horizon.
Sneaking around for one mass of pride amidst wizen.
The act of pillorying is done to embrace the ignored.
I modestly provide advice to those that are rejected.
This description illustrates what I mean by extortion.
This is the foundation for my inexplicable suspicion.
Our choices have a solid relationship with the chance.
He was also injured by the tough probe enhance.
Written: July 31, 2021
Anything You Want - Must Be New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
The sound of the guns going off in the streets are now recognizable ...we no longer get shaken by the blood spilling of our people the number goes up daily. Why do we believe life has no meaning? when they take the life of our children it's clear they don't care about the future of this nation.
How did the guns get on the streets... the monster of crime is now out of control, police and government can't find a clue to the problem or they don't have the will because the corruption is in the system.
I hear Marley’s cry "how many more will have to suffer, how many more will have to die” in our murderous streets, the river of blood runs freely. How can the colour of our politics orange or green take the life of our people. We need to grow up wiser knowing our life is a prize worth keeping.
Rise- up my country men we can't continue to look the other way while our women and children are dying ...Rise- up ...it's time for a revolution on crime...Rise -up we need to fight back and take back our nation for the good of our children.
Her arms are open
Across the vast expanse
Heat patterns rise from flat rock
Simmering sensations to fool the mind
Blurring even the recognizable
Into a mirage of nothingness
“Dust coated winds that do not exist”
Blinding hypnotic colors play
Weaving patterns of self doubt
Alone in a misconception of belief
Solitude of unwanted fear
Emptiness worn on a sleeve
“Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty”
Let down, shoved aside, forgotten
Discarded emotions piled in a heap
Broken sidewalks of those I thought I knew
French braided friends - or so I believed
Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation
“Why did I ever believe?”
When I see a tiny speck, (perhaps something in my eye)
Canceling the horizon’s verticality
Moving beyond invisible footprints
Solidifying a view - a smile, waving
As if a drunken crow has tipped over
“Thoughts turn to memories of words once spoken”
Reoccurring images race forward
Sentences of comfort find their way
Down the path to my heart
Realizing I now understand
What she meant - that day, this day
“I run to meet her halfway - her arms are open”
Introductions are too timely
I haven't time for quaint talk
Just be who you are
I will watch your walk
Did you see her
She's been in, back to her old ways
Your gift of mercy
Did nothing for how the system preys
It's just the way he is
His mouth is loose and tough
Don't be lookin' for kindness
From one who believes he is more than enough
Searching for outcomes
Have left me bankrupt in reason
But for me to withhold good from another
Is a blatant disregard, and treason
.....against LOVE
Hmmm, well that's interesting
I just saw something, a glimpse
Hard, cold relating isn't welcome
Under the canopy of LOVE's tent
That's it....that's all they know
Pow! Strike! Bang! AND STOP BEING YOU
No wonder their words are venom
And their actions are old, recognizable patterns, in shades of black and blue
How can I be soft
When the frostbite has taken away feeling
And armed soldiers stand guard
Around the last hope of life revealing
LOVE's true nature
Ahhh....yes, patience is the key to the Kingdom
...............and so, I wait.......
..........................for another glimpse.
Written by Trudy on 12-24-2018
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart, his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was, Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine.
M-usician, arranger,composer,and great band leader in the Swing Era.
I-n The Mood", is another one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart. Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big Band Era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
November.28.2018
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
-Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944-
(Years active 1923-1944)
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!
Ellie was just three months old,
When she was brought to our sanctuary,
A safe haven was our fold.
She was an orphan, her mother,
Her sister, her aunt, her brother,
All chased and shot, and left to die,
From our sad experience we knew,
That probably a foul mouthed,
Red faced, sun frazzled man
Whose muscled legs would look
Disgusting,
And who with red eyes bulging
Would say,
What a booty,
We have in the truck today.
He would generate an excitement,
Of the atrocity they had
Committed, saying they would
Receive a bonus this month
Added to their pay.
And what was their booty,
A truck full of tusks
Elephants killed when it
Was still light,
Until dusk
Too dangerous at night.
A war between poachers
And rangers
How could rangers,
Gentle souls, who loved animals,
Equal the poachers trained brutality,
Who had not a trace
Of humanity.
Baby Ellie
Was found,
Starving, scared and cold,
Somewhere in the African bush
Almost dead,
But she survived a shot to the head.
We had other young orphans,
They all would play
As baby elephants do,
And slowly Ellie became stronger.
Her mummy who faced
Horrific slaughter,
Would have been so proud of
Her daughter.
Rehabilitation was done,
It was both work and fun.
Eight months later we all
Thought that it was time,
For Ellie to be with her own kind,
And knew she would find
In the African bush, a new
Family who would care
And love her.
Clumsily she got into the truck,
Perhaps it was fear that
Brought the smell of death near,
Awkwardly.
And hesitantly she walked
Down the ramp,
A mama elephant spied her first,
And with their recognizable gait,
And heavy weight,
Walked to one another,
Swinging their trunks,
And so, they met,
And side by side they walked
To the nearby water pan,
Our hearts sang,
As Ellie turned and let out
A loud,
But proud,
Thunderous trumpet,
Thank you she meant,
I love you too.
Ellie had finally
Come home,
To her own.