Long Solution Poems
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Silence is something you can step on
like dead weeds on a sunken grave....
like ancient worn paths to nowhere in particular,
except to forgotten places you've already been to.
I'm a battered button freak
in a world without goose steps.
Let us sacrifice our clothes
to appease the screaming ghosts of the Final Solution.
When you're naked everything tastes better,
the clocks tick louder,
a multitude of whispering voices sound gentler
and the raging rivers of the land flow farther.
Night time is the right time to be naked.
When the dogs of war are snoring
When the day's checker games have ceased
When the throbbing vestal virgins beg for it.
Being beaten is best when naked.
One can show off the welts and feel exhilarated.
One can feel close to God
and the cool moist dirt around you.
One can know what it is like to be digested by a spider.
One can bleed and cry
and plead for mercy to deaf ears.
Coraggio! Coraggio!
Basta! Basta!
He is quite a talented actor who is considered better than good.
However, he has to have the dirtiest mouth in Hollywood.
Achieving great fame, his name is one everybody would know.
He has appeared in three big movies with Robert DeNiro.
Those films were “Goodfellas”, “Raging Bull”, and “Casino”.
His histrionics are accompanied with language so dirty and raw.
In the theater audience, there is many a pronounced guffaw.
This actor’s voice usually comes out loud and clear.
I would tell you what he said, but they don’t allow profanity here.
For those of you who consider his words “noise pollution”,
putting your fingers in your ears is one good solution.
How do we reconcile? (From my pen -27/06/2013)
White was the color to declare the peace
Supposed to leave us with life without crease
It's no longer fashionable, and pure
We depend on black to bring the cure
Whatever the right medicine
It offers no cure for this discipline ,
Now there is a new fashion and road
We now do things on the b e e code
Right is just right with a slight twist
We now move on to an all new list
Does not matter if you know your work
I am black , is that a quirk?
I'm just a person who strive for better
Does not matter that you work to the letter
The dice fell, it lies in my favor
This is my turn my lily white neighbor
I don't want you here, I wish you would go
I will do better for sure , I know
Ignoring the law, does not matter
Everything you had , I'll certainly scatter
You oppressed my mother and my father
Instead of befriending us much much rather
You instruct us to stand to one side
Only whites were welcome to go inside
If this country goes down then let it be known
The grave you dug was actually you own
Chances went by, to level the plain
You don't understand my inner pain.
You think in my heart is pure hate
even if it is, will not change my state
But let me tell you and not hesitate
I'm working on my dream, lest it's too late
So tell me Mr. Farmer, let me know
What is your part in the new solution
Are you planning to serve another blow
Or instead prepared to further our constitution?
The decision of precision
The glam of the jam
The squeeze that produces the please
The rush that induces the hush
The eternal silence of the sleep
The response from my rule
Sweet, simple and pure
The predator’s cure
All to sad
No prejudice, all are welcome
To take their “shot”, at a “solution”
Go ahead, it’s your “right”
To be “empowered”
To make the choice between life and death
For your brethren and his family
It’s your constitutional amendment
That allows you to bear arms
And “execute” your “right” at a whim
We the people will protect “your rights”
Even though you violated someone else’s
We’ll make sure that you are treated fairly
We’ll clothe, feed and educate you
Until we decide if your guilty or not
Then when we convict you
We’ll make sure that you stay locked up and “alive”
We’ll give you early release for “good behavior”
Even though that’s not why you here in the first place
We will uphold “your rights”
Even though you denied another's right to live
We will allow you to live
Because we won’t violate your right to life
We will allow appeals, to plead your unfair judgment
We will rehabilitate you for society
A sick attitude
To allow the decision of death and then apply punishment
For the execution of that right
A sick mind running a twisted world
It’s wrong, and we all know it
Eric (and sometimes not)
I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation
Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears
These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.
Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.
Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage
As a privilege
For everyone in my village
Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow
What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.
The government’s been lobotomized
The left and right’s too polarized
The media has us hypnotized
All the topsoil’s getting sterilized
What have we gotten ourselves into?
Nobody’s talking face to face
They need a computer interface
If we keep going at this pace
There won’t be no more human race
What have we gotten ourselves into?
I humbly propose a clean solution
We don’t need to change the Constitution
No need to make no contribution
Just start a grass roots revolution
Stop being the problem and be the solution
If you don’t know what’s going on, WAKE UP!
If Big Brother’s doing wrong, SPEAK UP!
If someone’s hurting someone, STAND UP!
Be a participant in life, not a critic, not a spectator.
Someday when you’re old and gray
You might look back fondly on today
Was it the day you chose a better way
Or was it just like any other day
To change the world, change yourself first and expand from there.
Start a grass roots revolution.
Some Americans
Don't want retaliation
Call them Peace-sayers...
Others want blood now
Bomb them back to the stone age
Call them War-mongers...
And some are just scared
They want to be safe from harm
Call them what you will...
All our reactions
Are endless and as many
As we are diverse
What's the solution?
How can we end the evil?
And stop the killing?
If we do nothing
They will attack us again
Many more will die...
If we do something
They could attack us again
But not easily...
We have to stop them
They will NOT just go away
Or negotiate
They hate us because
We have what they do not have
Peace, freedom, justice
It's our heritage
But we became complacent
Took things for granted...
That terrible day
Evil stabbed us in the heart
And opened our eyes
We were awaken
From our utopian dreams
To reality...
In the greenhouse of young minds, we plant the seeds of tomorrow,
Where knowledge blooms and awareness grows, we must not borrow
But cultivate a future, green and bright,
For the climate crisis looms a formidable sight.
Let us root our lessons in the soil of truth,
Let us nurture saplings of wisdom in our youth,
Let us prune away ignorance, let understanding flourish,
Let us water young minds with facts they must cherish.
The earth is our classroom, its pain our urgent call,
Its rivers our textbooks, its forests our lecture hall.
We must leaf through pages of melting ice caps,
And highlight the lines where biodiversity collapses.
In this school of life, where nature is teacher supreme,
We are failing a test with consequences extreme.
But education is our chlorophyll, turning light to action,
Photosynthesising change, causing a chain reaction.
Anaphora of urgency, let it echo in our halls:
Climate change is real, climate change appals,
Climate change demands we rewrite our story,
Climate change tests our claim to glory.
Let us compost old ideas that led us astray,
Let us innovatively recycle knowledge.
In this ecosystem of learning, every student a key species,
Together we'll solve this crisis, piece by piece.
We'll weather this storm with the power of the mind,
Leave no child behind, no solution unrefined.
In this greenhouse effect of collective education,
We'll cultivate a future of ecological restoration.
So let our classrooms be fertile ground for change,
Where ideas cross-pollinate, where solutions range.
In this graduation from ignorance to awareness,
We'll turn the tide of destruction, and show the world we care.
For we are all students in Earth's university,
Learning to live in harmonious diversity.
With education as our compass, pointing true north,
We'll navigate to a future sustainable henceforth.
Word Association 101©
Today’s word is G-R-A-T-I-T-U-D-E
Select the option you like best as there is no real solution, and this isn't a real test
So take a position, if it is not an imposition after all this is nothing but fiction, not a prediction
Leave your hesitation and caution at the door for and put the pedal to the floor
So without procrastination or introduction move trepidation to elation
Take the plunge it’s not a leap, for someone here will say throw this on a heap
It may be taken with affection or rejection and probably needs correction
But onward we go for somehow I must make this flow
Tick the right box if there is such a thing or give it your best fling
If you can’t think of anything
Gratitude is...
satisfaction___
appreciation___
creation___
Gratitude isn’t...
crude___
lewd___
or attitude___
Gratitude leads to...
fascination___
imagination___
intimate relations___
Gratitude may bring...
evolution___
re-action___
hug action___
Gratitude is for...
a job well done___
a rising sun___
that special someone___
Gratitude, let’s start a revolution that leads to emotion and a promotion
Gratitude, life’s gift that keeps on giving and a premonition in addition
Gratitude, for brothers and sisters and others too, pass it along for all to share because we really do care
Andreas Simic©
A grain of Sand
A grain of shifting sand, lying upon life’s shore.
Captured –carried within turbulent winds, doth soar
into the unknown ether, until, tis no more
that created this heart, a heart became so sore.
There isn’t the heart – would never even the score !,
only try to understand ?, that what has come before
has created these stone walls, walls without a door
through which one might find what is in store
for this heart that seeks to touch this spirit once more.
Fairy tale
Life – fairy tales from our active imaginations.
Stories created, that direct us towards our destinations.
Stories we create, eventually showing us our limitations
upon this, our journey into the realms of fascination,
the energy, the force, the essence that drives us to creation
in this world, a world for many lives, in subjugation
of self, of soul, of spirit – life’s forces in domination !,
should we not be capable of reaching a realization
that all there is, is our mind’s manipulation
of, and into what may become our next evolution
and what could become our final solution
on our path, the pathways of convolution
that may lead us to some kind of conclusion
as to which road we journey upon towards – evolution.
B. J. “A” 2
March 29th 2008
Life’s Barbs
A lovely – cogent, fettle – without a rudder to steer.
Darkness the only music, from her eyes I am able to hear.
Darkness the only sound, coming, that penetrates my ear.
It’s the void that punctures, permeates all that I fear,
fear that keeps you from reaching out, from coming near.
Minimal sounds come to express, to communicate
what lies within the recesses, what may your fate
be, as your mind closes in on you, nothing to state
of that which you, your thoughts, feelings have to lie in
brings a pain I feel, a passion for- nothing- it is a sin.
Would I, could I hold open those closing doors
on the light – once so bright – settle the scores
that fate has locused – focused it’s place of destiny,
that place you have to trek alone – for all eternity
B. J. “A” 2
March 31st 2008