Long Relocation Poems
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Moved everything here to be with you,
What more did you want me to do,
Let my job go so I could be in your world,
Then my settled life became unfurled,
These eyes watch you turn my world to an end,
These arms long to hold you again,
But hurtin’s on me yeah, so what can I say,
You’re a rich girl and you’ve gone too far
cuz you know it don’t matter anyway.
Oh I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain,
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end,
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,
But I always thought that i’d see you again.
Should I stay or should I go...
American woman get away from me,
American woman mama let me be,
Don’t come hanging around my door,
Don’t want to see your face no more,
Coloured lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
So country road take me home, to the place where I belong,
Back to my homeland, all alone, singing my own song.
Written September 28, 2011
Includes the following songs;
These Eyes
Rich Girl
Fire and Rain
Should I Stay or Should I Go
American Woman
Country road
Written for Contest"Sing a Song for Me"
Won 2nd Place
submitted into "Premier VII Open Poetry Contest," Rob Carmack, Sponsor
ARRIVING AT EL PASO © Sara Etgen-Baker 2025
Some 20+ years ago, hubby and I took up roots, moving across the entire state of Texas for the hope of a better future. This poem attempts to capture my initial thoughts upon our arrival. (Yes, our future was better.)
The road, a ribbon of asphalt, unfurls beneath my tires,
each mile a memory, each turn a question—
what does it mean to arrive?
The sun dips low, casting long shadows over the desert,
here the horizon bleeds into the sky—
a canvas of ochre and rose.
The Franklin mountains rise like sentinels.
I wonder what pilgrims have crossed these rugged trails,
what hearts have beat against the same blazing sun.
The air is thick with dust and promise,
the scent of sunbaked earth
mingling with the faintest trace of rain.
Dust dances in the twilight,
and I am caught in the rhythm of it all,
the pulse of this border town.
El Paso, where the Rio Grande river flows,
a silver ribbon dividing yet uniting
two cultures, two languages, two countries.
I stand here in the embrace of El Paso,
feeling the weight of possibility and
the quiet promise of tomorrow.
Twilight descends, stars emerge~
tiny pinpricks of light
against the deepening blue.
I am a traveler in a world,
one that feels both foreign
and achingly familiar.
The weight of arrival settles on my shoulders—
not just a place, but a moment,
a step into the warmth of a new beginning.
Alas, I am a sojourner, a seeker of stories
finding my way in this city of
bridges, border crossings, and arrivals.
The appendix and punctuation and learning new words
As they sift and make the dough pliant and smooth verbs
The morning dew drops and the ear infections , as you had your inactive gold ear-rings, paired
The early morning, haphazard memories and yet so long for so long a ribbon, tightened.
"Rabbi zidni Ilman", and the wisdom, and the turtle and the slow and the steady, for a steady pain, off and on.
They beat around the heartbeats , and beat around the bushes too, in the fish-o-fillet
Or a thousand dollar contract with relocation to move your sofasets, beds and the canopy that added on, in toothpaste
bad-mint-on when Rome must burn!
Why so much noises around a sunlit day? When nothing matters in a significant way?
still the passing day felt a mere Sigmund truth, shivering in high fever and so to say.
Noise walls and Walgreen corona tests in Michigan, they all seem in perfection, to sync in tune, in an asynchronus way. Attuned though.
I am no one in this wide world, a mere plain thinker in a simple living, coping underneath a magnificent sky, visible from a petio.
And the visible impeccable the enormity and We , as the next week may see, might never be,
as the story must go on, replaceable by a wiser call, when unseen faith should debate less,
even without a visibility, aftermath serenity and among the prettiest face,
an innocense that grew up, on its own, for many reasons to disown, within a traveller's grace.
Still, I saw you there, also, at the end of a tiresome day
I felt, I am a longevity in a dark silence, where supplication in faith may
Without pointing fingers to a mannerism in equity and dwelling in a voice synthecizer...
As kalshi was looking back in the black and white again, before we parted, for ever.
1:37 AM
8-6-2024
I will never forget my ex wife telling me that
... everything was wrong and everything was my fault ...
‘I won’t tell you what because you must find out yourself’
My world broke into two pieces or was it a million more
Countless days of self trial doom and imminent failure
My home had been my castle and now it had collapsed
A charade cynical travesty and ploy out of the blue
The sky hung with sorrow and dark clouds of despair
A cunning pretense of masqueraded intention and plot
All acts in one and emotion picking at incomprehension
I felt like a pawn in a chess game I never intended to play
Faced with loosing all I had and very poorly equipped
I looked at many a rule guides self-help had on offer
Consulted a myriad of experts took tablets and drank
Only to find out that only I held the keys to my fortune
My dungeon had a trap door and that was rock bottom
Deep down in stagnant doldrums of stark void and oblivion
Was a book I never read about fighting windmills in Spain and
A few chess pieces and I was the donkey not set for the game
My ex was more into horses more precious to her than I was
A childhood memory appeared out of nowhere about a ‘rochade’
Castling as the English say in which the King needs protection
From a belligerent Queen seeking victory with blood on hands
The Rook needed repositioning for me to survive the assault
Tarot’s danger with crisis destruction and unforeseen change
It took a lot of abuse and disrespect for me to find liberation
But change of perspective and relocation assembled my strength
I found a new Princess an emotional creature of passion and play
Bright as they come and caring kind compassionate and loving
We do pirouettes together unbridled spurred on by the moment
No reigns no whip and no saddle we are running wild as a pair
The King was dead and now he lives better than ever before
Her name is Tanya literally the Fairy Queen and her gypsy like
Magic comes attached with bells whistles and lavender scent
We collect drift wood and star fish together on sandy beaches
Built a mansion of intricate dreams so full of wonder and joy
Married our vision for so many moments I will never forget ...
As i sit here and reminisce of my
joyful times as a kid I think of how
big your Heart was and all the
Knowledge you give.
While under your care no
recreational landmark was far you
took Me everywhere, From Toa Alta
to San Juan or El Morro to Dorado I
can still feel the Oceans Water, smell
Coconuts in the Air even hear an old
Man playing the Bongo.
Even if I was bad an 8 year old
Tornado nightmare you never laid a
Hand on Me, Instead you gave Me
the Parental stare in return I would
say ok Abuelito I'll be good I swear.
Many Years have passed since your
relocation to Heaven above, In my
Soul my Heart and my thoughts you
are far from gone.
I wish you didn't have to leave the
world so soon but God needed a
General to guide his Platoon, You
were a Leader and adored by many
getting to Know You and meet You
was a blessing.
You played a big role in my Life you
solid Heart of Gold, Until the Day that
I age to be to old, Forever in your
Honor I shall be proud to be a
Muñoz. ™©
By : Shawn Muñoz
Some say that Love's
imagination -- no medic
can plot and find; like
science disproves a soul,
better ice cream in a solid bowl --
some say love's a mere
occupation -- Bread and
Butter of the poet; the bard
and musician like snow-balls
scoop-up, compress and throw
it~
stick to the wall a vinyl or perhaps book;
my priest claims highest spiritual
veneration, after earth relocation --
pass the plate, before it's too
late...cheaper now
than after-hours' rate...
seems to preoccupy a world of real time
and space...
that which man can only psychically
place and trace --
SHAME ON YOU ALAN ACTUALLY DRAGGING A HEROIN ADDICTED ADDICTED TO FENTYN FROM A PSCHIATRIC MENTAL INSTITUTION IN TENNESSEE HOMELSS SLEEPING AT THE BUS STATIONS FROM ALABAMA TO TENNESSEE TO CHICAGO FOR YOUR ILL GOTTEN GAINS LEADING HER TO BELIEVE SHES ACTUALLY HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH AN FBI AGENT AFTER CONTACTING JOE BIDEN IN A PARINOID STATE WHY WOULD JOE BIDEN TOY WITH A HEROIN ADDICT UNDER SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS BREACH MERGING WITH MY IDENTITY THIEF PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME PLOTTING MY ASSASINATION IN TAMPA WITH JAMAICAN DRUG LORDS BY GODS GRACE KILLED AT MY FEET MY DESPERATE PLEA MY ABUSE EX JAMAICAN CARTEL FEMALES SMUGGLED THE DEAD MANS STASH OF DRUGS TO WISCONSIN WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WHO BRUTALLY ATTACKED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY CHRISTMAS EVE AFTER I REPORTED HIS ABUSE HIS DRUG OPERATION HE TRIED TO BREAK MY ARM WHILE SUPPORTING THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES SEATED WITH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ACTUALLY LURING A HEROIN ADDICT TO ASSIST WITH THE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE WITH THE HELP OF BIDENS TEAM REACHING OUT TO A HEROIN ADDICT FENTANYL USER MAXING HER OWN CREDIT CARDS WHAT A TWISTED HORROR ALAN SHAME ON YOU I AM REMINDED SEPTEMBER 6TH 1989 WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION MY ABUSE EX DECIDED TO TAKE HIS WORK HOME SHARING IT WITH MY SISTER AS I PACKED FIR THE RELOCATION THE DRUGS WAS SO POWERFUL SHE SNAPPED TRIED TO STAB HER OWN 7 YEAR OLD NIECE WITH A SCHOOL SUPPLY SHARP COMPASS SHE RAN DOWN THE STREET NAKED SHE WAS ADMITTED TO HOLY CROSS HOSPITAL SEVERE PSYCHOSIS TODAY SHE'S STILL PSYCHOSIS COMMUNICATING WITH JOE BIDEN AND CORRUPT AGENTS THAT DRAGGED HER FROM HER MENTAL HEALTHCARE TARGETING HER ON 83 YEAR OLD MOTHER ORDER TO CONTINUE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON FBI INFORMANTS SHAME ON YOU SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING GOD BLESS AMERICA
There's a man who I call DeSatan
From Florida to Sunshine State
who said that slavery for Black folks in America
was beneficial and great.
they were taught skills on how to be
better productive slaves
and those beatings, rapes and lynchings
was simply how white folks behave
no need for us to get bent out of shape
we just need to realize
to that to have been a slave in America
was considered an enormous prize
and to add insult to injury.
we have a few token Blacks
who co-signed that bull
as some historical fact
DeSatan in my opinion,
is simply a Nazi fascist prick
who tends to overcompensate
as he probably has a little dick
an angry and bitter man
who on divisiveness firmly stands
to go pick a fight with the Disney corporation,
your state's largest employer is beyond dumb
and if the company vacates your state,
where will all that lost revenue now come from?
slavery was an abomination
America's most heinous sin
and if we don't stay diligent,
they may try to revive it all over again
white nationalist, domestic terrorists
and the MAGA Supreme
will try to tell you that slavery
wasn't what it seemed
generational chattel
never an opportunity to be free
born into captivity, no chance of liberty
degraded, debased and worked
like the lowliest of dogs
hell, they had more respect
for their cattle, horses, pigs and hogs
slaves were caned, whipped and mutilated
for the smallest offense
Yet the slave owners never showed any empathy,
no consideration and no penitence
slaves were viewed as 3/5 of a human being
who only deserve endless and senseless beatings
I can't imagine nor see any benefit in all of that
and for anyone to say otherwise. It's just bull crap
slavery wasn't slavery.
It was involuntary relocation
a training program to teach African Americans.
a viable vocation
slavery wasn't slavery
it was an inconvenience ideology
a social experiment that white folk in America
don't believe warrants an apology
it was what it was and Black folks need to let it go
as slavery wasn't slavery because white folks say so
Ever since mine boyhood
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him out of his emotional torpor
akin being on par with
Peter Peter pumpkin eater...
whereby he (meaning
author who wrote this poem)
kept himself isolated, quarantined, and xed out
within self made shell.
Me mum mollycoddled her only son
bathed him in maternal love
omnipotent motherliness
figuratively guillotined
(unwittingly) healthy maturation,
thus development sabotaged
courtesy figurative apron strings.
No matter his filial relationship woeful
(to thee woman who birthed him),
he registered sentimental value
regarding keepsakes bequeathed,
he still keeps cherished mementoes
redolent when she lived.
Call him a mama's happy go lucky boy
whose later ambivalent feelings
tarnished, undermined and vitiated
short lived tender loving care,
which brief vouchsafed cocooned wellbeing
regarding idyllic rapport between parents,
got staind, suppurated, sundered, sullied...
in later years by incrimination
against being gainfully unemployed.
February twenty eighth ninety sixty eight
marked a tectonic seismic shift as moving vans
transported our household freight
to (at that time) R(ural) D(elivery) 2,
Level Road Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426,
a ramshackle (summer) mansion named Glen Elm
plus whittled down fraction
of original Hundred Acre plus wood.
Relocation with Lower Providence School District,
approximately half dozen mile distance
between former and latter home(s),
nevertheless psyche of mine
property of extremely introverted kid
severely hi-jacked.
Along with other assorted mail, I received the telephone bill today.
I thoroughly examined it and discovered much to my dismay,
A bewildering assortment of taxes, fees and sundry charges.
It seems that with each passing month the confounded list enlarges!
A new fee was added called "The Low Income Phone Assistance Fund."
This was perplexing, leaving me thoroughly outraged and stunned!
Am I paying for some kid to play games and text on his cellular phone?
I'm donating seven cents for that outrageous fund - more than I condone!
I'm paying eleven cents for something called a "Facility Relocation Recovery Fee."
I suppose that goes to support another superfluous government entity!
Six bucks is the usurious rate I pay for the "Federal Access Taxation!"
Access to what, I ask? I sure would appreciate an explanation!
I'm assessed a dollar for "State and Federal Universal Service Fees."
All these taxes, fees and surcharges really put me in a squeeze!
There are more county, state and federal taxes on top of all of this.
If new fees aren't added next month, they'll surely be remiss!
In evaluating my monthly statement I've come to this conclusion:
The government, phone company and public utilities are in collusion,
Hiring hordes of MBAs to concoct taxes, fees and charges ad infinitum!
I reckon that's the cost of owning a phone - alas, we can't do without 'em!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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