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Heteronormativity in Jail
‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per se is required once we follow the crowd
‘Eccentricity get into that box until no box is required’
So called traitors poets intellectuals struggle with blame
are deemed the fifth column since we should be all equal
On the battle fields of evil ‘you are with us or against us’
while the golden mean of virtue and reason withers away
in dire misappropriation of the ancient theme of wisdom
‘Stay on the path’ and soon there will be fences and bars
when we will finally accept the message and convenience that
prisons and goal post surely protect us simply from our Selves
Unless of course we chose to march in the centre of convictions
behold as treasures the journey without the meddling middlemen
or women who claim the truth from poisoned cages of indifference
They say that fifty
Is over the hill
I don't sway that way
So take a chill pill
Let me show you
Just how real
It all makes me feel
What turning fifty can be
According to me
Everything is nifty and free
Couldn't wait to see
What it had in store for me
I think we can all agree
Gravity takes its place
We are no longer pretty as lace
The miles on our face
Take us back to a special place
Only time can trace
Never erase
With a smile on my face
It all went by so fast
It's hard to unmask
And stay on task
I won't fret
Cause you can bet
I have no regrets
So I won't let it get to me
I'm fifty-something happy and free
To just be me
At least I can see
How it turned out for thee
That turning fifty
Is ok by me
When I get up each day
I play my way
No matter what they say
It's ok
To be on my way
To a new kind of day
It brings so many familiar rings
We all think we can sing
Happy and free to just be me
Most of us enjoy a good fling
We no longer leave loose strings
We have all felt loves sting
Gotten over the bling bling
Happy to just swing
Being fifty-something happy and free
Just being me
I won't fret cause
You can bet
I have no regrets
So I won't let it get to me
Let me say that fiftysomething
Has made it possible to see
How much you all mean to me
As I expect we will all be
fifty something happy and free
Just hoping to still see
The person we choose to be
Make the most of every day
Be sure to love the most
Always be a good host
And learn to boast
See this world from coast to coast
Except that fiftysomething
Makes you happy
To just be free
As you can be
There are no happier eyes than yours,
there's no kinder heart than yours;
my huge universe is built on these,
my passion is an incurable disease!
Happier eyes and kinder hearts
rhyme perfectly in any song...
then sing it for love, then sing it for joy;
you'll be amazed for how long
it will stay on lips that taste happiness...
while arms hug tenderly!
I've been loving others
for the wrong reasons,
did I ever abuse you to fulfill
my selfish desires?
Every touch you felt was a thrill,
every smile was brighter than stars!
There are no happier eyes than yours,
there's no kinder heart than yours;
I may seem hard in looks,
but kind in tender emotions!
Happier eyes and kinder hearts
rhyme perfectly in any song,
then sing it for love, then sing it for joy;
you'll be amazed for how long
it'll stay on lips that taste happiness...
while arms hug tenderly!
Isn't the concept of men
who hold back tears
an unfair perception?
I have cried silently not showing
more sensitive eyes,
how much harm I did to myself
hiding in shame, not letting
tears fall and reveal my true self?
Happier eyes and kinder hearts
rhyme perfectly in any song,
sing it for love, sing it for joy;
you'll be amazed how long
it'll stay on lips that taste happiness'''
while arms hug tenderly!
[This poem can be sung to the tune of Memory from the Broadway Musical,
" Cats ". I haven't written the music yet. Most likely it will be a crossover:
a pop/country/rock song.]
(Verse 1)
How can I love you,
when you haven't experienced love
How can I believe you
When you don't know how to trust
All you want to do is fuss(fuss)
And keep saying (I)
When I clearly thought it was (us)
Why you have to keep up your guard
Lets love each other it's not that hard
We don't have to part, enjoy this art
That we've drew, you're not by yourself
Baby it's true,that someone out here really love you
Chorus
What do you do,when you trying to beat the odds
Make something work finally letting down your guard
Not afraid to love anymore,
Somehow your fear went out the door
To some of you this may be new
So tell me,what would you do
(Verse 2)
Experiencing the hurt
We've both been through
This makes our bond so unique and true
It draws me closer to you
Dosent make me want to be distant
A love like this didn't know it existed
I missed it, almost
Leave the past in the past
Lets make it to present
Imagine it
Sent from heaven
Its a blessing
An awesome view
No need to renew
So tell me what would you do
(Chorus)
What would you do, when you trying to beat the odds
Make something work, finally letting down your guard
Not afraid to love anymore
Somehow your fear went out the door
To some of you this may be new
So tell me, what would you do
Hook
Make it better
Oohhh through any kind of weather
Do what you got to do
Renew time to renew
Let the past stay in the back
True love makes you stay on track
Love it all embrace it
Except love and face it
There were times you had no clue
So tell me what would you do
Repeat chorus until fades
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
12/20/14
In America, it is difficult to be black
You always have to stay on track
Where are all the Black men, at
Incarcerated, must of them, Jack
Well, I made it most of the way
Hey, I got a good job, with good pay
So, I am getting married, on this day
This wedding ceremony worked out, you know, okay
Now, its time to celebrate, this way
Just friends and family to congregate, up in this place
Man, this wedding reception is great
Yeah, it is dark outside and it is getting late
I need to step outside to meditate
I got something special for my baby girl
Then, I grabbed my keys and my coat
Casually, I jet to my car
Well, I did not get very far
I heard gunshots ring through the air
So, I got nervous, with great despair
Sure, you feel the tempers flair
I see the man, packing the heat
You feel the anger in these streets
The words began to shout, no doubt
Boy, put your hands up, behind your head, before we roll out
We have no problem here, Mr. Man
I just want to get some stuff out my car
The policeman said no, then pointed the assault weapon, at my head
Now, freeze, step down, and put that body on the ground
Then, I reached down for my car keys, with my left hand
Homey, those bullets blasted out, like jet rockets
Suddenly, they burst a few rounds, up inside of me
I receive multiple bullets from my head to my knees
They decided not to incarcerate me,
Instead, they invited me to this 50 bullet wedding, without the bride or groom
Liberty's free with her smiles
as she sashays down the aisles
Lord knows she must walk miles
specially on the slow days.
She’s so easy on the eyes
midst these posers and their lies
always takes me by surprise
to find she's still here.
Just a butterfly in the wind
never quite sure where she's been
can't go back and start again
though she'd sometimes like to.
Like that Monarch soaring high
someday she’ll touch the sky
l just shake my head and sigh
and have another beer.
Back home, she's had a row
with her new for always beau
too fast or else too slow
both leave her lonely.
Till another comes around
to her dazzling smile bound
but his feet stay on the ground
and she flies solo.
Just a butterfly in the wind
never quite sure where she's been
can't go back and start again
though she'd sometimes like to.
Like that Monarch soaring high
someday she’ll touch the sky
l just shake my head and sigh
and have another beer.
She asks if I like her dress
and I always answer yes
but like most here I guess
I'd rather see her naked.
Even when she dances close
there's distance like a ghost
we raise glasses high and toast
another time and year.
Just a butterfly in the wind
never quite sure where she's been
can't go back and start again
though she'd sometimes like to.
Like that Monarch soaring high
someday she’ll touch the sky
l just shake my head and sigh
and have another beer.
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An older poem from another time. As much a C&W song as a poem - I hear steel guitar and ........
Hosanna Amen
I'm all alone and I seek your touch
You reach for me and I feel it such
Seaching for the light in the distance
My heart beats so with love with peace
Your presence so strong my lonliness cease
My soul rejoices to the heavens
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Amen
In the distance is a flicker of light
Waiting for you to make it bright
I know I couldn't live without you
The flame is growing more and more
Oh lord, it is you I adore
My soul rejoices to the heavens
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Amen
The valleys, the mountains that I climbed
Seemed like forever in my lifetime
I know I couldn't have done it without you
You carried me day by day
You did not let me drift away
My soul rejoices to the heavens
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Amen
The past is gone my future is bright
My crown I receive as we unite
I know I couldn't have done it without you
Everyday we pray and pray
For others to stay on the right pathway
Prayers in the lords name hallelujah
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Amen
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
January 31, 2013
The silent type—that’s what I am.
Not the strong silent, carved of stone and pride,
Not the cool silent, with a smirk to hide,
Not the mystery that people want to trace,
But a quiet born of shrinking from the space.
More like the scared silent, the one who stays
Frozen in the corners of the passing days.
The one who always assumes they are wrong,
Apologizing just for moving along,
Convinced my voice is an error in the air,
A broken note that shouldn't be there.
I am the silent that would rather stake
My own fragile peace for another’s sake.
The silent that would rather be miserable and low,
If it means a lighter path for someone else to go.
Let my own wishes fracture and break,
If it keeps the surface smooth without a shake;
I will swallow the bitter, the heavy, the cold,
So your comfort remains completely untold.
I am the silent that dreads the sudden sound
Of my own name called as the room turns round.
The heavy panic of having to talk in class,
Wishing I were invisible, made of glass.
As the clock ticks down and the papers rustle,
My chest tightens up in a breathless hustle,
Praying the eyes of the room pass me by,
Leaving me trapped in a stifled sigh.
I am the silent that doesn’t make many friends,
Watching from the edges where the laughter ends.
It’s not that I’m cold, or that I don’t care,
I just don’t know how to reach across the air.
So I stay on the fringe of the social light,
Walking home lonely into the night.
And oh, how I hate the glare of the beam,
The sudden exposure, the nightmare dream.
I am the silent that hates doing anything at all
If there is a spotlight waiting to fall.
No stages for me, no central floor,
Just a quiet retreat behind the back door.
A shadow that breathes, a voice kept inside,
Where the loudest storms are the ones we hide.
Just the scared silent, careful and small,
Trying to exist without shaking the wall.
Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
9/4/16
It's been happening worldwide
Three sixty five
As events occasionally interwine
And coincide
So many objects of different shapes and size
Below and above the skies
Not all of it is recognized
Some being analyzed
Advertisments and signs
In and outside
As well as being televised
What they taught in school was forgotten and not memorized
As I continued to exercise
Became energized
And followed through on the enterprise
In certain fields I was able to specialize
Let me emphasize
How crucial it is to be wise
Before one's demise
I'm
Continuing to climb
My eyes
On the prize
The desire and fire inside thrives
Continues to rise
And shines
Brighter than fireflies
Worked out in the pines
And by the ocean side
During low and high tide
If it's not about dollar signs
Don't blow up my line
Or waste my time
Burned concentrates of all kinds
Even Key Lime Pie
But not all were prime
Poured up and reclined
Before and after nine
Everything all good and fine
Among patterns of simple and intricate designs
Ate the whole clementine, as well as a dried
and candied rind
Gotta to keep stacking each and every dime
And stay on the grind
By: Dalton Ogletree