Long Sentencing Poems
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Elevator Man
A wrinkled hand
rotates Time's worn handle of half circles
giving arrest to past rides awakened
Up and down
listening
hearing
never forgetting
Watch your step
Ornate iron confinement
charming for youth
insulation for some
sentencing for others
Cables retch echoing secrets within
sliding metal dregs past elevated remembrances
among whispered conspiracies
softly spoken nothings
muffled weeping
all preambles shadowed
in corners of illusive passage
Momentary respite
gradually gives way to silent whimpers of fear
as passengers await floor-stops
fortune
reward
love
penthouse dreams
Elevator man's eyes rise
Arcing brass arrow above
waves Wisdom's index finger
past invisible floor thirteen
allowing today's filigree of delusions to remain patient...
for the moment
I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
Next the room fills up with steam,
then flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream.
Now the part I really hate...
Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,"
"Tell Him there's been a mistake..."
Ugh - stop drooling on my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...!
Come on, don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand. Sharks. Nice white strychnine.
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night,
or perhaps go out of town...
Wait - did I just HAVE that thought??
Oh my goodness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?
Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
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07/29/2015
I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
Now the room fills up with steam.
Next, flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream!
Here's the part I really hate...
Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,
this is all one big mistake...!"
Ugh! Stop clutching at my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...! Let's go - don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand... Sharks... Irate canine...
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night...
or perhaps go out of town...
WAIT. Did I just have that thought??
Oh my badness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?!
...Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances
sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose
lurking in shadows.
I breathe in
inhaling the vastness of
the ocean's essence.
I can feel it
my heart beats.....
steady as stone.
I glance out and see
islands shimmering like dreams…..
clouds lazily drift by.
like ghostly albatrosses.
heavy with the mental wobbling weight
of untold excruciating hours
spent in despair.
I can hear
waves hum their foaming forgotten lullabies.
spilling secrets from the depths.....
beneath the starlit sky
I sail on
gliding over waveless waters
alone in the stillness of the night.
the salt air mingles with my thoughts
hope burns
a flicker caught in the tempest howl
distant as fires beyond the glass
a pleading prayer goes unanswered.
I gaze at
the world, so alive.....
filled with laughter and song.
joy drifts in like soft misty mist
but raw regret tugs at my heart.
snowflakes fall quietly.....
silence calls.
then Darkness Descends.
Draping the earth in it’s shadowy spell.
Dancing, Drumming, Devouring.
hope's last flicker Dies…..
echoes of a Dying breath
chaos reigns supreme.
I feel frozen
in this shattered world
where cracked glass bites into
my dreams.
I’m helpless.
I am a silent witness
to a dying light.
I find myself fractured like
just like the life
I let slip away.
I’m the voyeur of lost tomorrows.
their cost carved deep into
the marrow of my soul
a sentencing weight I’ll carry forever.
Mr. Glock committed a crime
Its accomplice got away
It could not speak for itself
The defense attorney
entered a plea of innocence
by reason of no limbs.
The judge set bail in bullets.
I had an extra magazine and chipped in.
Mr. Glock was released with an ankle monitor
that it wore around its stock.
It was told to stay a barrel's length away from the victim
with which it easily complied.
After sentencing, it was melted down.
Into a modern age relief.
Then put on display... "public enemy number 1," it said.
Soon after, Mr. Wesson
committed a similar crime, with the very same accomplice.
He was arrested; the accomplice smiled at the security camera
and is still on the lam.
He's considered temporarily unarmed and always dangerous.
Dedicated to George Stinney Jr
The mind of a child
Is one supposed to be filled with innocence
But his was clouded with fear
Barely out of the womb
And already he would be buried in a tomb
He barely had time to start life
Barely had time to love and be loved
He barely had time to be a son
He would make history
Just not how he would've imagined
He would become the youngest person on death row
Youngest person to be executed on death row
A black boy who never got to be a boy
His last thoughts were a prayer
To be saved, to be seen, to be given a chance
'Are you there God, its me george'
Unfortunately God's grace doesn't extend to his black 'children'
Unfortunately his life was cut short
Unfortunately he wouldn't get to grow old
Apparently he wasn't deemed worthy enough for 'God's love'
Justice was never served
Even after 81 years
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
Frozen, in a darkened moments cold,
preserving, youth denied its growing old,
flames that severed psyches cord
arson at the hands of those who “serve the lord”.
Living in an ice block embered hate
all that might have been numbly laid waste
locked both in and outside of the gate
homeless amid the “keepers of the faith”.
Deafened by the pealing of the bells
sentencing a child to lifeless hells,
carrying the weight of sinner’s sin
because they told him it belonged to him.
Embers, that were tended, fueled with rage
warming, ever slowly, livings flame
refusing to be locked in clerics cage
torching the lie “I was to blame”.
8/14/2014
For Gail Angel Doyle contest
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
Excruciating time of toture, as i try
to find the cause .
seeking in me any stains to blame
for our failures ,yet at the chunning
bell of the clock
the rosy petals fell , like a smooth
brush kiss on my chicks, the tickle in
my tummy
behold your presence, a fragnant of
love.
so dear to me ,
you smiled standing there by my
very side.
i recall a few days later ,the early
hours of dawn when the chunning
bell of the clock rang ,and i in
childish glee
ran towards the promising bloom of
our anticipated dreams ,expecting
you in time to depart.
though time passed ,with i in the
sentencing silence that marked our
very end, i awaited with hope.
though the sun rose with the light
exposing our trail of both love and
deciet .
Deep with the blame i sank fading
further and further away from the
sanctuary of our love.
Though in love defeated, here i
stand with a new restored courage
knowing what my soul seeks .
knowing that at the chunning bell of
the clock, as the rosy petals fall
what my heart desires is love
love, Oh! so infectiously bourne ,
in eyes so luminous with promise.
tis from those i saw my heart
tis truelly her ,one whom i call LOVE
!!!!!!! .
A gloomy song unfolds
Amid the chants for rights
Yet freedom wasn’t handed
Like centuries before .
Generations has emerged
And slavery has long been abolished
Left behind the scenes ?
Is it now a Modernised suppression ?
Same old routine that circles through many areas
Of our everyday life.
Relentless shaming and racial profiling ,
whitewashing history and institutionalized racism.
I have read,
Of bloody days and humiliating nights
Where black folks were oppressed and hanged.
I’ve seen and heard of the police brutalities happening everyday
And how black folks are shot and abused,
choked, and murdered in plain sight .
siblings are dying
Others are being caged
Some have been disadvantage by the system
Their kids now grow up with no mother and father figures .
Black lives matter: where did Arlington sterling go wrong ?
Black lives matter: Philando Castile’s baby saw it all in falcon heights
Black lives matter: may Gardner’s soul rest in power
Black lives matter ,the ghost of Trayvon still hovers around….
As we still march for change
For civil rights reforms wasn’t enough.
A black president wasn’t either
21st century couldn’t make the difference neither.
Black lives matter; please I can’t breathe
Black lives matter; the disparities in sentencing
Black lives matter ;Remembering Sandra Bland
Black lives matter ;risking whatever to protest for change.
As the carte blanche police watches on !
Amid the chants and the rage
Year 2020! facade equality lingers on
And Justice is still missing like centuries before,
In this land of the free .
I will not substitute:
Wealthy ends
for healthy means,
Christmas climaxes
for everyday robust Advent,
Yanger
for Yintegrity,
Progress
for creative process,
Visual resilience
for audible resonance,
Objective resolution
for subjectively felt inclusion,
EgoFulfilling analogy
for EcoHealing metaphor,
Unchanging affluent paradigms
for effluent polyphonic polypaths,
Atomic wholes
for wave-linear co-relationships,
Nomial being
for bilateral becoming,
Well-rhymed and metered lyrics
for rapturous musical climax,
Performance
for full mindbody participation,
Winning personal economic growth
for losing integral ecological resilience,
Winning short-term national economic growth
for losing long-term global ecological health,
Retributive judgment and sentencing
for restorative peace,
Red madness
for Green gladness,
Survival
for thrival,
Degenerating life
for regenerative love,
Conservative judgment
for radical invitation,
Brilliant answers
for further acute questions,
Omnipotent principles
for geo-hemispheric balancing experience,
LeftBrain deductions, reductions
for RightBrain inductions, intersectional seductions,
Win/Lose capitalistic games
for win/win cooperative innings,
God the Holy Father
for Holonic Matriarchal Spirit,
Transcendent autonomous theory
for immanent interdependent appreciation,
Theology
for NonViolent Communion Ecology,
EgoNarcissistic MonoTheism
for EcoLogical MetaCultural Gratitude,
Hubris of manifest destiny
for opaque Integrity,
PolyCultural completion
for multicultural InterMission,
Wealthy, competitive economic ends
for healthy, empowering political means,
Ever externally after
for internally Happy,
Omega Points
for Alpha CoPassions
Endings
for unfinishable Beginnings...