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Dismissing evil and good
Upright and smiling he stood;
Materialistically modern in mood
Filled full with rationalist food;
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlighten within.
Dismissing evil and good
Puffed-up self approving he stood
Pursuing illusory appeal
With academic assumptions so unreal;
Denying inherent sin
So liberally enlightened within.
Dismissing evil and good
All-seeing,all-knowing he stood;
An idealistic ego
Coupled his elitist credo
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlightened within.
Until a September morn
When his teachings lay shattered
Tattered,torn and forlorn;
One fell blow sacrificed his sacred cow
Leaving him,his philosophy
Just nowhere to go.
(Written Sept 2001 )
I vow to silence the whispers of my heart
No longer will emotions drive my pen.
I'll write from reason, all there at the start
Let words flow furiously like an angry stream.
Should I write a heartbreaking poem
They’ll read in joy, marvel at my art
As though, it lay bear, my heart, on the slaughter
Others will pray for more misery as if it was meant to bleed.
Should I compose a breathing sonnet
Her nagging voice will rise to tear it down
Finding fault in every Mona Lisa’s smile
Pointing sharp fingers when a light skinned's mentioned.
If on politics, the sacred cow, I dare to write
Many will frown, calling it a fool’s debate.
They'll build their walls, deem me the enemy
Not knowing I was just writing for fun.
Daily, I see injustice parade through halls
And the walls of our places of work
If I dare to write of this parade
I’ll be the one who bites the feeding hand.
So I'll fold my thoughts, tuck my truths away
As I thread lightly on this worn, thin path.
I’ll keep my silence, put my emotions in check
While I still collect my monthly cheque.
After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
The bugles will blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
All tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking won’t stop
After Midnight
The bottom has topped
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Last palate uncleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
A star for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
The plain and the slack
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and turn
After Midnight
Lost vision relearns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—new eyes that believe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Come to Now, brothers, and how!
Firewood after dark.
Compliments, O sacred cow!
Fling and flicker stark.
Could be, O my sages.
Riddles wrought in rhyme.
Time, bequeath thy ages!
Prime o'er Soul? Sublime.
Tapping on the clipboard?
Fingernail or pen?
Dragon, will ye guard thy hoard?
Fennel, fire, and fen...
Oblique? Carelessness, critique?
Frequency, catch flame!
Will the strong succor the weak?
If they want food, claim.
Catch up on thy sleep? Dig deep.
Cross the boneyard? Creep.
Preparation! Want to weep?
Stack behind the heap!
Present in the moment?
It's better that ye be.
Rebellions to foment?
Sink foemen in the sea.
Wind, rattle the weathervane!
Let the boy explain?
Yes, before we toss in main!
After a spring rain!
Educate for poppies?
Dreamers, why wile away?
Fish for gold or crappies?
O for, some sunny day.
Fright or plight? Best be polite?
Doom and dynamite!
Gods of death, thy dun delight!
Lone in line of sight...
Like Job, I’ve known what is right and wrong,
And I try to take the view that is long.
Though I’m not perfect, I do fear God,
(Which, in modern times, does seem odd).
But what is God, I ask you now?
A burning bush? A sacred cow?
Or is God simply an advanced being,
Who seems all-knowing and all-seeing?
If God sees everything everywhere,
Am I important? Does He care?
Or is my lifeline a script I follow
In His program filled with joys and sorrows?
If so, are all my tribulations
Part of His computer simulations?
Though these thoughts make me weary,
They keep me guessing and God-fearing.
You ever heard those people who
always spout these conspiracies?
Think there’s schemes behind everything,
it’s just so laughable to me!
Like remember a few years back,
in the days of the orange man,
he claimed that his first opponent
had hatched some convoluted plan
to provide false information
to out intelligence people,
that made him seem a Russian planet
who was all sorts of criminal?
How ridiculous can you be
to think they would go to such lengths,
really now, when you think on it,
it just doesn’t make any sen—
…wait, what?...It was fabricated?...Multiple testimonies…a disgraced spy…uh…well, So what? Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
But they you heard all of the claims
from this same orange president,
that the leader before him had
used wire taps to great extent,
had even tapped the man’s office
during the height of the campaign,
I mean talk about paranoid,
this kind of stuff is just insane.
To think in a democracy
our leaders would dream of such things
seems more to me like mad ravings
from a man when he’s losi—
…wait…they have the applications? It’s documented?...Based on ginned up charges….all from a joke they didn’t like? That happened?!...For real?
Well, forget the politicos,
this goes beyond halls of power,
remember just a few years back
when a loud man yelled and glowered
about how frogs were ‘turning gay’
from the chemicals in our streams,
and some people believed this rot,
to be that dumb in just obscene!
Like in our more enlightened times,
where we now cherish Mother Earth,
we’d turn blind eyes to chemical
strong enough to inflict such hurt.
This is not the 1950s,
we would not tolerate such things,
why would people believe this fool,
his conspiracies add noth—
…wait, huh? Female birth control…enters though the toilets…hormones cause mutation in fish and repitles? Hermaphordites…sexual dysfunction….we can’t filter it out… we’ve known for twenty years?!!...conflicts with women's issues...political sacred cow?...Oh...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Dismissing evil and good
Upright and smiling he stood;
Materialistically modern in mood
Filled full with rationalist food;
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlighten within.
Dismissing evil and good
Puffed-up self approving he stood
Pursuing illusory appeal
With academic assumptions so unreal;
Denying inherent sin
So liberally enlightened within.
Dismissing evil and good
All-seeing,all-knowing he stood;
An idealistic ego
Coupled his elitist credo
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlightened within.
Until a September morn
When his teachings lay shattered
Tattered,torn and forlorn;
One fell blow sacrificed his sacred cow
Leaving him,his philosophy
Just nowhere to go.
A RESPONSE
(Written Sept 2001 ) Year Posted 2007
Dismissing evil and good
Upright and smiling he stood;
Materialistically modern in mood
Filled full with rationalist food;
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlighten within.
Dismissing evil and good
Puffed-up self approving he stood
Pursuing illusory appeal
With academic assumptions so unreal;
Denying inherent sin
So liberally enlightened within.
Dismissing evil and good
All-seeing,all-knowing he stood;
An idealistic ego
Coupled his elitist credo
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlightened within.
Until a September morn
When his teachings lay shattered
Tattered,torn and forlorn;
One fell blow sacrificed his sacred cow
Leaving him,his philosophy
Just nowhere to go.
(Written Sept 2001 )
A Texan rancher Samuel Maverick,
Who never his calves and cattle branded,
That caused to create the word maverick—
An eccentric rebel born of cow shed!
Now, before the word breached its national,
Borders it meant ‘all cattle unbranded’,
And before that, ‘one unconventional’,
Mutating still: ‘master-less quadruped’.
Today, hidebound means man narrow-minded,
Long back it meant skinny cattle of drought,
Bare to bones and ribs all but sticking out,
Hidebound is man parochial, pettyhead!
Holy cow’, one may say to interject,
It oft means a ‘sacred cow’ one can’t touch,
You so much as just touch and get hit, ouch!
Elsewhere it may amount to mixing fact.
The word ‘cow’ comes from Sanskrit ‘gau’,
Comes cattle from Latin chattel—
Movable wealth French calls capitale,
Everywhere it is holier than thou!
To migrants then, cattle was sole money,
In Roman language , money is ‘Pecu’
From Indo Aryan Sanskrit word ‘pashu’,
From it came in English: pecuniary!
Words respect no boundary line,
As do birds and religion and music,
Only man’s busy borders to define;
To change maybe we need a maverick.
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Ways of words | 03.10.2009 |
Tell me, my friend, when can I send
My spirit gently into that good night?
How many times do I have to die
Before I get it right?
Every car crash, train wreck,
Overdose, misstep,
Splintered bone, rug burn,
Danger zone, poisoned cup,
Open sore, bitter root,
Slammed door, rotten fruit,
Tool shed, chicken shack,
Demon seed, heart attack,
Foul deed, flash flood,
Drowning pool, splattered mud,
Ridicule, taut noose,
Hanging tree, hot seat,
Safety latch, knotted sheet,
Lover’s leap, cruel twist,
Sudden shift, slashed wrist,
Whiskey breath, itchy wool,
Charges due, paid in full,
Circus freak, Judas kiss,
Hide and seek, losing streak,
Broken tooth, swollen lip,
Busted jaw, sinking ship,
Hard luck, hockey puck,
Sucker punch, mother f*ck,
Hot iron, nasty cold,
Phantom limb, flat spin,
Steel glove, rusty nail,
Faded love, hammer claw,
Twenty gauge, monkey paw,
Tombstone, gaping maw,
Friendly fire, lost and found,
Piano wire, last rites,
Foul deed, prairie dust,
Jimson weed, stock tip,
Bad trip, razor blade,
Muscle rip, chain saw,
Pole axe, pin prick,
Candle wax, crack pipe,
Dope ball, monster high,
Bad call, de-tox,
Padlocks, sweat box,
Ticking clocks, hair lip,
Pratfall, bull whip,
Brass balls, matching set,
Sacred cow, tangled net,
Marriage vow, and every other
Barren point of blackness
That litters the
Eternal Book of Life
Are only punctuations
In its bloody text,
While waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting
For the death
That’s written next.