Long Settle Poems
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Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
A deluxe abandoned soul well formed
Coalesced inside the pterodactyl flight
With warmth on primal wing still soars
Well above volcanic ash accumulated
Storms felt it first
Before the past could settle in the snow
Could know the cold
Stone age man observes the power
Looking up, learns how to fly
To escalate the day
Inhibited by nothing
In that moment God knew what to do
It is never too late to fill in empty space
In a breath of future wildly disguised
Souls form far reaching in the sky
Get lost sometimes inside creation
Grow heavier than the mind can reason
Something we don't need to understand
Surly secrets present themselves to me
as my gut screams Enough
it won't settle down again
these thoughts of angst chase away the peace I thought I'd found
like a thief would steal any old man on the street
Thought I had nestled into my spirit a sense of place
a sense of purpose yet the more I look
it seems the less I find
these bloody doubts creep into my mind like morning glory in a hedge
and I do not go gentle into the twilight hours
but go like some scared rabbit heading for its burrow
Yes I am flawed
as my addiction takes over my sense of judgement
and I am tied to the stake of these desires and compulsions
grounded in illusion.
And you never knew—
how many times I stood on the edge of your name,
typing and erasing,
drafting words that felt too fragile to send.
I wrote the messages,
but never set them free.
My thumb hovered over "call"
like a ghost remembering how to hold the living.
Not because I didn't miss you—
God, I did.
But silence sometimes feels safer
than a voice that trembles.
Some words decay
the moment they're spoken,
like truth bruised by too much air,
like “I miss you” whispered into a hurricane.
Some doors, once closed,
start to feel like graves.
And maybe I was afraid
of finding you on the other side,
happy.
Healed.
Without me.
So I let the distance settle,
like dust on unsaid things.
And the questions—
the aching, bleeding questions—
I let them stay unanswered.
You moved on,
and I stayed—
not in the past,
but in the pause between knowing and letting go.
So no,
I never texted you again.
But that doesn't mean
I never held the phone
like it was your hand.
“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.
Keats’ Nightingale
The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism,
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.
Keats says that the nightingale exemplifies nature as active,
As bestowing upon all human beings meaning, sense and worth,
Since the bird’s song objectifies how nature truly is effective,
Fulfilled by happiness, and aimed at contentment and rebirth.
Nature triggers in us thoughts and words to settle and allure,
Offers us our language to dispel pain and find the cure,
And Keats contends that poetry, the credibility of its form,
Epitomises what nature proffers, a receptacle rather warm.
When you feel awkwardly suicidal with nowhere else to turn,
Nature lullabies you into your own sense, one you can rip and burn;
No controlled access freeways, no road signs for your safety,
Only soft, quiet communication that's never guilty of brevity.
Just as nature is beautiful, so Keats claims people as beautiful too,
As he uses the word beauty right in the middle of his nature exposé;
He referred to flora, the moon, the stars, the forest and what seems true,
Tnat song of the nightingale that's for anyone, as this bird is not choosey.
He suggests that light or positivity in nature means movement,
That the soft breeze dispels the gloom and mossy pavement;
Quantum physics does reduce matter back down to interactive particles,
In which kinetic energy can be mistaken for minuscule, motionless articles.
His mentor is the nightingale as part of nature’s whole,
No minister or clergyman to advise him on his soul,
Stillness and bird song scent his poisoned air surrounding,
And it is all but for the silence of that beauteous music, astounding.
Nature does not irritate him when he surmises and introspects,
But upholds itself in majestic grandeur with unquestionable prospects;
It speaks about life, your life, your daily happenings and exotic dreams,
And forever exists for us when sense is just not within our means.
There's no use in hanging on to something that's not yet real
So kiss me, baby, say goodbye; you know the way I feel
I'm not ready to settle down,but I know you'd like me to try
So don't keep clinging to me, girl, I'll only make you cry
It's true you have a heart of gold
And you'll give it to me, it would never be sold
That might be what I'm looking for
But just for now I need a whole lot more
Baby that's all I have to say
Except maybe I'll be back for you someday
But until that day don't hang your dreams on me
Some people would give their whole life to have what I've got with you
It may not be right but I'm leaving tonight, don't want to make you blue
Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault
You're everything a woman should be
But if I hang around, your world will fall
When the urge to leave starts pulling me.
Eighteen things I love about
Katherine Dawn Brown
Katherine has the gift of charity
Always looks so good and sweet
Ties people together
Helps people forgive one another
Extends her borders into all walks of life
Runs free in the light and love of life
Is innocent and wise
Never says no, except when necessary
Elevates the world with her bright and shining:
Dawn, which colors up the blue and orange sky
Awaking the earth to a better tune that’s right
With perfect understanding of just the way to be,
No one is afraid to be themselves when they are with her
Bringing new life unto the earth on which she stands
Righteously feeding the Lord's sheep because she loves them
Opens her heart to others who need the love of Christ and God
Will never settle for less than the best, because that’s who she is
Now and forever, she holds my heart and hands!
Your loving husband forever!!
Shane R. Brown
Turtle soup in Zimbabwe is a delicacy
Caused fights between my siblings and me
Alas, due to the shortage we couldn’t eat it all at once
So one leg at a time which left them with a bounce
But a funny thing happened one day
One of the buggers decided to run away
Now our turtle soup has never been the same
I was the youngest so I took the blame
We looked high and we looked low
But had to settle for the scraping from dad’s big toe
Alas, our turtleless soup now has a cheddar edge
At least we have it served with an extra helping of veg.
If you ever in the town
And happen to see it bouncing on the ground
Call me
And we’ll cook’em and have him for tea.
© 2000
i.
like a genii released from a bottle
I pranced around in my all together
feeling a mirth I never feel during a waking moment
Dali surreal, and eager to begin my fantasy
ii.
spirit guide was being lambasted by my committee
why can you not control that one? They asked
forgetting I am the boss of me
and lithium does not settle me down
iii
dog dreams of happier days
before her arthritis
when she could chase the cat chasing a mouse
she smells the grass in her sleep
iv.
monsterously dark entity tries to interrupt
hoping to lead me down the demonic path
feeling a certainty I am close now
v.
from my perch on the ceiling
I see a body lying on the bed
wondering who is next to my dog
she is almost ready my spirit guide whispers
devil and she begin wrestling over my silver cord