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Walk With Me

Walk these streets with me
Observe the cracked sidewalks
That poor people walk
And rich people balk
Look at the dilapidated strip malls
And broken down concert halls
Once resplendent and representative of the American Dream
Now a bitter reminder of an empire in decay
And it's not okay
But we're living in the ghost of glory
A former empire set on fire
We're in dire but led by liars
Serenaded by choirs of bugs and mice
It was the middle class who paid the price
Whose feelings might as well be chiseled with ice
Because we're melting in the pot
As our dreams begin to rot
With nary a thought from the billionaires
Who will be there but without a care
Walk these streets with me
Look at the hopeless eyes
Starving and fed up with lies
We sold the American Dream
For an American meme
The gears of capitalism keep turning
As the cities keep burning
We greased the gears with blood
And enough tears to cause a flood
Suffering so much we can't fight for our own life
As the media sows seeds of division and civil strife
And when you speak out
They'll break you down and make people doubt
But walk these streets with me
Look at the grafitti on the walls
It's heartfelt and more inspired than what the media calls
Cinema which is just there to distract
From the fact that we're on the wrong track
And even worse on the wrong train
Filled with those who COVID-19 has slain
But if I have your attention folks
Don't forget he who called it a liberal hoax
Look at the fires in California
Look at the water level rise
We're on a path to demise
Look at the hurricanes
Every summer bringing fresh pain
Look at the wealth increases of Bezos, Musk, and Gates
The grass is greener on the other side but this is our fate
Walk the streets with me
And look with me
The Panama Papers
The Pandora Papers
The convenient death of Epstein (he didn't kill himself, did he?)
All to protect the cowards in power
But like the energizer bunny we keep going
And going and going and going and going
Only the batteries are finally dying
And the leaders play games and are lying
Knowing we're running out of time
Just walk with me and look at the grime
Look at the America you don't see on TV
It's where you will see me
And millions just like me
And maybe you'll see this idea that we're free
Is just a fantasy

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Form: Free verse

A Pocket Full of Sunshine

Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.

Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.

Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.

Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
Like finches are popular in floriated summer, creating gladness, ocular.

Fancy emerald nature wore fun, fantasy makeup, in its faceted colors;
And unfaltering family flattered fall with visits, beloved like no others.

Kitty lived in the house of very ordinary, like cherry redbirds singing;
Where silver moments comprised golden hours, jeweled time ringing.

Summer snapdragons grew quite lovely, on her sparkling street of sun;
And scarlet maples smiled colors, until the smoky season left, sudden.

Nepalese neighbors narrated tales of sweet nation, at mulberry night,
When nectarous, naval oranges hung ripely, under moon, satiny white.

Purple ranunculus blooms resembled roses, when sunrise echoed dusk;
And 'Marimo Moss Balls' played water polo, while jasmine trailed musk.

Giant water lilies ruled placid lakes, giving rise to titanic, pink blooms;
As golden sun and calm moon vie for dominion, inside separate rooms.

Lucy and Kitty went to a lecture, in a lavish, lavender evening of larks.
The lively, literary topic was much enjoyed, like the sun's dying sparks.

Afterwards, Kitty and Lucy parted, each to their own welcoming home;
Like a green bird of turquoise skies, oft makes its nostalgic way, alone.

Later, Lucy discovered her pocket was missing, its location so unknown,
Like red streaks of gold time, ever fleeing, past a blue, marble milestone.

Next day dawned golden, and Lucy's pocket, she found on her doorstep.
Golden coins were tied to its ribbon. And at Kitty's note, her heart leapt!

For it was Lucy's sparkling, glad birthday, as devoted friends remember;
And Kitty had made it one of her best, like hued leaf nights of November.

'Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Not a penny was there in it,
Only ribbon round it.'

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Form: Couplet

I Fell In Love With a One Eyed Minion

You read the title correctly,
I realize that everyone's entitled to their own opinion
But, please read the entire story before you decide
Yes, I fell in love with a one eyed Minion

Like most of you I really enjoyed Despicable Me
and in it there was this one little guy
a bit shorter in stature, hair parted in the middle
Deep sigh. love at first sight with a Minion with one eye

His name was Stuart, and he was so playful and intelligent
I knew I was smitten, but alas he wasn't real
And although I could say the same about some humans...
I could not show this Minion fellow how I really feel

Wishful thinking flooded my mind
as I curled up in a comfortable chair, tired, but not sleepy
Next thing I know I appeared to be computer animated...
yet three dimensional...and yes I'll admit, it was a bit creepy

And there they were, a pack of Minions in the park
surging forward as one, looking  for another leader
Then I saw Stuart nudge Bob and say, "That's her!
That's the babe that was checking me out in the theater!"

I was surprised that his speech lacked that familiar Minion dialect...
Stuart stood on a bench, and  gave me the sweetest little kiss
He said, "I have noticed you in the movies, dozens
of times, but never thought I'd see you like this!"

Initially embarrassed that he knew I've watched him so often
the shame subsided as I spent the day at his place
We dined on banana flambe...and drank frothy banana shakes
Afterwards he serenaded me with a ukulele, with such style and grace

After dark, we took a stroll back to the park
Laying in the grass, I couldn't decide which shined more bright
the stars in the sky, or the twinkling in his eye
How I wished it could be this way every night

Stuart told me he thought humans were a glorious species
and that he loved me with all his heart
if it weren't for our differences in composition 
we would never ever be apart

Then the sky and the ground began to buckle
All at once I was taken completely unaware
Instead of snuggling on the grass
I was reclining on that comfortable chair

I haven't seen him that way since, 
I guess blu ray or dvd will just have to do
Although I miss him terribly, at least we had that one delightful day
Yes, I fell in love with a one eyed Minion, you do believe me..don't you?


2/25/16

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Form: Rhyme

A Frightful Buffet

Miss Muffet was a girl of thirteen, filled with youth's beauty and charm;
And a love of vibrant life zealous, like eager, vivid thunder of blue alarm.

She was a fine student, pert and popular; like the primrose popularity;
Or stars appearing at the designated hour, sparkling like crystal clarity.

Mary Muffet lived in a small town, with loving parents and her siblings,
Who sympathized with her fear of spiders; like colorful, fall misgivings.

Friends flanked their white picket fence, in fall days of glamour, striking;
And wove fanciful tales with flourish, like flowering genesis, so enticing!

Far off family ofttimes visited Fernglen, with its farms, rich with future;
For fishing and other rollicking fun, staying on 'til varicolored, fall rumor.

They lived in the house of quaint beauty, like charming red, berry sun;
Fondly gazing on pearly moon twice daily, the ritual begun on day one.

Songs sunrise to sunset serenaded, on dappled, silent, Sowerby Street;
But, a scorching summer bled scarlet roses, at the red butterfly retreat.

Near neighbors stayed on a first name basis, in unending, plum seasons;
Of days and nights of green nature; like teal surf, which never weakens.

Summer's glory was in the tiny details, like prayer plants, giving praise;
When sun face orchids, wore sunny smiles, in colored fields of noon haze.

And jade baby toes plants were crawling, through hours of soon history;
In honey days of bicolored hibiscus, filled with heady scents of mystery.

Mary attended a church celebration one day, along with her whole family;
And food was served indoors and out, as pink robin sang of gold, happily.

Mary had such fun playing games! There was much laughter and talking.
Then Mary had a craving for cheese, so like shadows, inside went walking.

Once inside, 'Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider, who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.'

As Mary screamed and ran, causing a rumpus, she drew a lot of attention;
But, was suddenly embarrassed by her overreaction, like fall's suspension.

Little Miss Muffet was thence more mature, a natural result of getting older, 
And fear of spiders was left behind, like summer blossoming, grown bolder.

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Form: Couplet

Robert Sherriff -Abraham

Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer

Has anyone seen my old friend? Abraham

In the ever-turning pages of history, specific years stand like pillars, holding up the weight of profound change: 1865, the year of the Civil War's end and the abolition of slavery; 1881, the year of President Garfield's assassination; 1901, the year of President McKinley's assassination and the rise of Theodore Roosevelt; and 1963, the year of President Kennedy's assassination and the Civil Rights Movement.

Will history repeat itself on January 12, 2025? Each of these years marks a moment of transformation, a shift in our nation's consciousness.
Remember 1865, when Abraham Lincoln's vision of unity and equality was cut short, yet his legacy ignited the flame of freedom that still burns bright.

Reflect on 1962 and the iconic moment when Marilyn Monroe serenaded a president, symbolizing the complex interplay between fame and politics. These were not just moments but testaments to the resilience and determination of these historical figures, inspiring us with their unwavering strength.

Recall the turbulent days of 1963, a year stained by the loss of John F. Kennedy, whose dreams of a new frontier were silenced by an assassin's bullet.

Honor Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., voices of a revolution that demanded justice and equality, their echoes are still heard in today's struggles.

Bobby Kennedy was a beacon of hope whose journey was tragically abbreviated, yet his call for peace and social justice continues to inspire. Like stars in the night sky, these figures illuminated the path to a more just and equal world.

These years, these figures shaped the world we live in. Their legacies remind us that change is born from courage, that progress demands sacrifice, and that the fight for equality and justice is not a chapter in history but an ongoing narrative that we all contribute to. It's a call to action, a reminder that the fight is not over, and we all have a role to play, emphasizing the urgency and importance of our contributions.
It's a collective effort, a shared responsibility that binds us together in this noble cause.

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Form: Bio

On the shore of silence, my shadow drifts, a ship adrift

On the shore of silence, my shadow drifts, a ship adrift,
Waves in the night, stirring depths where silent songs break in contemplation,
I was just a step, a stray step, on the edge of the abyss to tumble,
One step and the soul would be enchanted by echo, in a whirl of extinguished stars.
I float among the relics of time: old wood and withered shell,
A ghost in the cell of my own force, hidden behind walls of sand.
I hum softly, a refrain of departure, to leave the city of ghosts,
Lost on spirals of wind, where memories are chains of rust.
Karma sweeps with the bow over strings that no longer resonate,
Silence instead of chords; only old refrains obsess me.
I hum blues in thought, with an ancestral weight in my stomach,
Hope tangled in a snare, in the rattling of the string that hands catch.
Barred windows, wallpapered pulse, the external world just a ripe fantasy,
You can't catch a breath, not when dreams are nails caught under the ground.
But she came and from old abysses extended a comforting hand to me,
"Offer me just a moment, astral fisher," whispering a call to illuminate.
With the courage of a star commander, she serenaded me, catching me by surprise,
With eyes burning like two submerged suns, wearing flames as a celestial cloak.
Tempted by her outline, dancing through the twilight, her silhouette slicing the darkness,
I returned her smile and rolled the dice in the game of lights and shadows.
Under a dome of nights, we shed any common right,
Where the lambs of the sky were our witnesses, and the waves were a song for the jury of silence.
In horizons, laws were written in foam; perhaps the birds watched us with interest,
If they had called for the land captains, we might have been washed ashore by waves.
Not all risks deserve fringes of hope in the dance under the moon,
Sometimes even the boldest steps don't find their rhythm over the drowsy waters,
But the answer under the stars was to accept the challenge, to question the sky,
To play the high stake, though I never pretend, she was a mystery full of color.
It's enough to fall into unexpected luck
When you bet on a pair sought in sleepless dreams,
Weaving real with imaginary, on beaches beyond time.

fantasy

Form: Free verse

Fly

Last night your ghost passed by me
Riding a bicycle with a basket
And oh, how badly I wanted to be in that basket
Like E.T,
Finger lit and pointed
Guiding us to my home
Where I was a little girl
Sad eyes 
Brown curls
Little hands aligned into a prayer
Asking God to send me an Angel
But instead... he sent me an electric boy called Angel
With a bruised soul, and loose wings
 
And we tried fixing them
With all different kinds of things!
But the tape kept falling off
Weary of your stubbornness
So we, sewed them with needles and threads instead
Then I tucked you in bed
And I read you a story
The last line said,
"You will never be alone."
But even then, you did not fly.
 
Remember that time you were
Rolling dollar bills into telescopes
Claiming you could see God
And Nai, from her joy, did a handstand
On the balcony’s ledge
White sneakers reaching the sky
Ready to dominate the clouds
And she fell back
Diving backwards
Into a sea of what could have been
And what should have been
 
That was the morning they reported
Both our broken hearts on the news
And we, didn’t know what to do
So I, held that ladder steady
As you climbed up and serenaded the moon
Singing:
Please bring her back
It’s too soon to take her away!
It’s too soon.
 
And no matter how hard I try…
I cannot seem to forget
No one told you to go
Drunk-driving on the roads in my head
Lost, confused and striving,
To crash into something
That could justify your existence.
 
Now I see you everywhere
In every swing promising kids they can fly
In every colorful thing that breaks and dies
Every dripping faucet is screaming:
"He is still there!"
Every fallen strand of my hair
Becomes the thread to the kite
That drags me to your memory...
You speak to me
 
Every shooting star, a reminder
I see you standing
In every tunnel at the end of my drink
Hands crossed on your chest
Secrets confessed
And abandoned like lily pads in the water
In every door slammed shut by the wind
I sense your anger
 
I see you
I feel you
In every scattered constellation
Dancing next to the speakers in my imagination
The music moving your limbs like the hands of a puppeteer...

And I love you, dear
And I will always miss you, dear
You always danced...
But you could never fly.

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Form: Free verse

Long Serenaded Poems

Walk With Me

A Pocket Full of Sunshine

I Fell In Love With a One Eyed Minion

Summers Everlasting

A Frightful Buffet

My heart longs

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Robert Sherriff -Abraham

On the shore of silence, my shadow drifts, a ship adrift

Fly

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