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The local girls are Asian, South Korean, Japanese,
Chinese, Vietnamese.
A few runaway Muslim chicks.
War is a man-shaped demon.
War is booze and guns, fistfights,
Humvees and frying, flying limbs.
What's a young man to do?
He does it, then lives to die later.
Madam Butterfly has a missile launcher.
Flower-drum songs and whistling bombs,
'agent orange' sing-alongs.
It’s all an edge of the grave rave.
Rosie the riveter has got herself a flamethrower.
Napalm blooms in the garden of sin.
What's a young man to do
to save you?
If he makes it, if he comes through,
treat him gently
while he holds his head and screams
or more likely, he goes quiet
way too quiet.
then he just might be the next explosion
in your new foxhole.
Local girls go and come home also,
she that stayed,
her long tour of duty has just begun.
Lucy went to London
She couldn't stay at home
She was a crazy mixed up kid
She felt lost and so alone
When Lucy got to London
The streets weren't paved with gold
She slept in a shop doorway
And shivered in the cold
In the morning she washed in a toilet
In Kings Cross station there
But she couldn't wash the pain away
And nobody seemed to care
She walked the streets of London
Till she could walk no more
She lost all of her dignity
As she sat there on the floor
Then a man approached her
He seemed to be so kind
He bought her a coffee and a meal
He was a stranger but she didn't mind
He said there was a place for her
Somewhere she could stay
And if she would come with him
He'd take her there today
Lucy was so hopeful
As she climbed inside his car
He said that they would be there soon
He said it wasn't far
Lucy looked out of the window
It had begun to rain
She was driven away in that big black car
She was never seen again
There are many kids like Lucy
All they need is hope
We must not let them run away
We must help them cope
Cold was the winter night as the snow fell,
drifting and piling on the streets and paths;
where a wandering girl struggled to walk,
weary and homeless.
She was a lost runaway of abuse,
cold was the night but colder was her fear;
she was walking to nowhere in the snow,
she had nowhere to go.
People strolled past not seeing her,
help me, feeble the poor girl cried out;
help me please, I am so cold and hungry,
she struggled on.
I had a life before and I had friends,
to love me and a cat I loved;
loud now the wind that blew her forward,
as the snow fell.
When she could not walk she lay down,
from the gathering snow she called;
but her voice just drifted in the wind,
she closed her eyes.
Worn out from walking to nowhere,
down she sank into her bed of cold snow;
there a morning jogger found her,
God, had given her a home.
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February 4, 2019 (Edit from 7/25/18)
Poetry/Verse/As The Snow Fell
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1111-941-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to 2019 Marathon Mile 16 Contest
sponsor, Mark Toney
Ninth Place
Noetic integrity
of LeftHemisphere verbal dominance
represents polypathic resilience
With poetic empathy
of RightHemisphere nonverbal harmony
co-arising polyphonic resonance
Together contributing to our
ecologically enlightened,
politically empowered,
bilaterally co-engaged worldview
of EarthTribe fabled sentience
back toward pre-historic native
natural/spiritual co-arising experience
Just as an interpersonal connection
of deep noetic understanding
occurs when an individual feels
what an environment reveals,
When sacred organic individuals
know ourselves as more than merely secular
dissociated,
because sacredly incorporated
experiences of communion
more than merely competitive
win/lose managing to survive,
commodified by elite investors,
owned by zero-sum competitive struggle,
used by a runaway supremacist system,
rented for capital-driven purposes
consumed with getting corporate executives
ahead
By analogical comparison
poetic RightHemisphere prominence
of IndividualYang identity
within social Yintegrity
actively seeks
and thereby finds
deep democratic interspecies dialogical connections,
reverse bio-historical reconnections
And noetic polypathic understanding
that a humane person,
physically organic
with global multicultural health intention
to reactivate historical multi-regenerations
of deep sacred learning,
holistically win/win incorporated,
reconnected,
indigenously religioned,
feels what another neurosensory organic creation
re-creationally feels
both RightHemisphere resonant harmony
and LeftHemisphere resilient integrity,
both sacred
and secular,
both flowing cosmic interrelationship
and strong bilateral
ego/eco-systemic
inside/outside
noetic/poetic
polypathic/polyphonic
bicameral integrity.
You win again, my angel heart
I count the days when we're apart;
I trail alone once you're away
No sense in saying I wish you'd stay
Your angel lips, etched in the sand
A thrill etched in the sand, let’s fly
I’m drawn, drawn by your command
Restless am I, another goodbye?
You’re a runaway,dressed to fly
Like a blink on ivory sky...
No, I bow like a night owl's wing
Come to me, thirsty with longing.
Your searching heart will never find
Any arms as cuddly as mine;
Don't come and go just like the rain
This time, babe, never leave again.
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Courage as a Lion with no teeth
In a jaded jungle of onyx streets
Walking a road with no feet
As brave as a babe in chemotherapy
Enraged yet saved by God’s grace, peace
Learning to embrace the purple powers that be
Finding fuchsia faith despite dilemmas destiny
Tapping in to green grin inspiring salty sea
As a runaway slave of yesterday courageous free
Despite dictator only the Savior my soul needs
For one is only as free as He designs one to be
Together in humanity yet alone in your individuality
Brave as an astronaut walking into history
As a featherless chick falling from nested tree
If I was this lost baby bird courage would rescue me
Look inside find your strength courageously
Where has your mind gone, mirror man?
Can I call you my creator or my craft?
Your gaze awaited my unman.
Yesterday's raft is today's raft.
I can't find you any longer.
"Do you likewise?" a youngster asked.
His heart would glisten at the center.
What couldn't mumble satisfied?
I'm guessing cries are powerful.
As a result, I was running in a haze.
My ultimate goal is to be a fire fuel.
The child's goal was to blaze.
A runaway child leaves his imprint.
The wrapped double braid is stunning.
Shrunk and bark in a couple of rate.
Were these his etheric dropping?
The windswept over his sight
His earthy eyes betray his naivety
His genuine condition has blight.
Even when he was quiet, he had a glee.
I can feel myself collapsing to the floor.
No man in the mirror in my universe.
I have a child within my spoor.
I sobbed and hugged; it's getting worse.
I was suffocated by his adoration.
Until I had the option to cry or shed a tear.
I'm 54 years and have only discovered the sun.
I was always lurking, waiting for you to veer.
Written: September 6, 2021
Your Inner Child Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
If I could go ...
Wind, go with me
If I could go ...
Running across the sky
And find my way
I would go tonight
Running, running
Against the wind
If I have to ...
Then leap onto it
And let it carry me
The rest of the way
It knows the way ...
It knows more
Than I ever will
Wind, go with me
Not against me
Help me to
Jump the clouds
And skip over stars
Trip over thunder
Fall with the rain
Let me slide
Down a rainbow
And land next to
Where I belong
If that is all
I needed to do
To find my way
I would go ...
Running across the sky
If I could go ...
Wind, go with me
Lord, teach me to evaluate before I vacate
Teach me to value debate in trying to educate
Let not my sleep be a runaway ticket from reality
Teach me to treasure challenges in route to my destiny
Teach me to appreciate both roses and thorns in my pathway
Open my eyes, my ears, my heart, and my mind to you each day
One of the greatest lessons taught to me is the lesson from the tree
It amazes me how carbon dioxide goes into a tree and oxygen is released to me.
Enable me to release to others the love and forgiveness given to me by thee.
Lord, I'm grateful that it's really true that the best things in life are free.
When did our love turn into a hydra?
With many faces peering out,
I don’t believe that’s what love is about.
Holding onto a tumultuous past,
Is easier than venturing into an unknown future,
Realizing present can never last.
Tenacity against adversity,
Is the inner strength,
That guides one through antiquity.
When unrequited love is the norm,
With not even a metaphoric amore to adorn,
My sadness echoes as loud as a runaway train,
I wonder if I’ll ever love again.
What is love anyway?
Is there anyone who really knows?
Because it starts from nothing,
And morphs as it grows.