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Beasts of Burden
By Franklin Price
2/13/2016
Beasts of burden are the Elephant,
And the Ass; at least I think
The former is Republican,
The latter Democrat; they stink
The story I'm here to tell you
Is about the two of them,
And how they go to Washington;
Many times on just a whim
Neither has an interest
In carrying the load
Or delivering on their elected jobs
To keep this country on the road
The elephant has gotten fatter
With manna from above
The ass just stands and hees and haws
It's a sound you have to love
Neither are delivering
They're way too good for that
Besides the roads are crumbling
From the loads of pork and fat
The elephant blocks the doorway
The ass then kicks it shut
We the people watch in wonder
With heads stuck up our our butts
Put the elephant on a diet
Stop the ass's hee and haw
Don't accept when they point fingers
That's really sticking in my craw
Brace them together to the wagon
To move collectively along
Or remove them from the traces
To figure out what they did wrong
Life, here hangs on a filmy thread of hope
Unskilled acrobats, making tight rope walks
With the deep chasm gaping below
Some too fatigued to feel the stress
Empty beds bearing
The scars of lost battles,
Shaded rooms brooding in the gloom,
Pervading silence speaking mutely
Of burnt hopes and dreams,
The morbid stillness occasionally broken by
Stifled groans and whimpers.
In a corner room, he lay,
A dead heap upon the bed,
With no one to keep vigil,
Loneliness, his only companion!
Crowds of fans queued up once
To have just a glimpse of him!
Now suddenly grown older
With all energy vanquished,
He stares into the claws of Death.
His frail emaciated body,
Rejecting the drops of toxic drugs,
The dried up neurons refusing
To send signals to the brain,
Eye balls sinking deep,
Cheek bones sticking out,
Tentacles of cancer tightening hold
On every lobe of his lungs,
He lay- on his bed,
A dead log tossed by the currents
Moving in and out of consciousness
He finally slipped into the snares of Death.
The vanquished soldier exited out,
Sans songs, sans fanfare!
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Sept. 24.2022
Honorable mention in Brian's Contest
~ Placed First~
One from the Dark Side Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
Steady as a rock, firm faith she carries
The embodiment of strength, girl power!
She reads out her mind like a political novel
Confidence is her hidden name and she lives it
For she believes it.
She is the epitome of exemplification,
Doing what she ought to do as she said she would
Ready to go against all odds to fulfill her say
For the record, her stay counts
For the record, she defines a woman;
Speaking for the less privileged,
Advocating for those in need
Her efforts go not in vain with follow-ups;
The third mother of her nation!
She is a rich fountain of inspiration,
To the young girls walking behind their shadows
Comfortable as cowards feeding on fish bones,
Patriarchy the rule of the game.
To the silent women who mourn day and night,
For pain fills their cups to the brim,
Their broken hearts, she is out to redeem;
Her words are perfect comfort to the hurt.
To the forgotten society,
Redemption she has brought home
Like a package mama sent her child to bring.
Clearing doubts loitering along the streets of men’s mansions
Doing better, whatever men can do
She has proven them wrong
Oh yes! She has proven anything possible to fighters.
Good leaders build the nation, the bad bleed it out
That is their duty, their call to office!
Majority lie to slumber, so we let them be the dogs they have chosen to be;
Guns we coach, awaiting the return of the predators
To watch history repeat itself, not to live the past again
Just like in the old days, getting ready to avenge the offender
He who framed you up to the punishment;
Benefits from the hater, he taught you how to fly.
It is a heavier load than what ants carry,
The resilient determinedly deliver service
Sticking their necks to chests like spiders
They satisfy the expectations of the predecessors
Not to forget the people
For when the people have it to their throat,
When the people awake to demand for results,
When the people finally raise their voice;
When enough is enough and there is no turning back,
There will be no peace for leaders by deception.
Silly old duffer, this Canadian dude
His name is Jester Jack Ellison
Those guys in white coats try real hard
To keep him sedated and bedridden
Don't dare let him out in the public arena
For fear he might cause some alarm
To ordinary people walking the streets
Making farting sounds under his arm
That's not as bad as pulling their hair
Or sticking his finger up their nose
Maybe annoying but harmless I guess
It's really not too bad I suppose
But when he sneaks up behind you
And yanks off your brand new hair piece
That's when we finally draw the line
Call the fuzz to get him to cease
Silly old duffer, he means no harm
Just wants some love and attention
At 78, some think he's over-the-hill
But he's been given a very long extension
© Jack Ellison 2013
Inhibitions won't be sealed
when alcohol starts to reveal
Your deeply hidden desires
I need to put out the fires
Your strong drink is finally causing
Please eat something to start pausing
The effects of your choice
You wont listen to a voice
Of reason that is just trying
To keep you from slowly dying
A special friend I knew went down
The wrong path--they never found
Their way out of this despair
Too stubborn to even hear
I know exactly where their headed
Because their consumption led
To a fateful and dark night
I can not repeat the fright
With another reckless friend
Do not let this be the end
Take a moment--slow it down
One more friend laid in the ground
Is more than my heart can take
Do not put your life at stake
By being a dumb a-- fool
I'm about to fight and duel
Grabbing that drink right off you
Look at me and get a clue
Come on lets get out of here
Driving you home I will take care
To make sure you are alright
In your bed you will sleep tight
Tomorrow will be a new day
Sticking by you at AA
I make sure your better
My friendship will help you weather
Any storm that you will face
I'll be the rock that you can brace
If you start to fall and stumble
My caring heart will keep you humble
Beloved God and I need you well
in this I'm inquired
it's my soul felt desire
I need you to be always okay
in all and every kind of way
I pray Beloved the daily visual I pray
the loved love I need you to be okay
Okay for the Father
Okay for yourself
Okay for your sons and daughters
Beloved God and I need you well
There is no sickness
no infirmities sticking I rebuke
and I refuse to accept
anything not of Him
for hearing healing shall we decree
by His stripes we are healed
the love God and I need you well
ALWAYS
AMEN
12/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Women Bartender Parties
Their eyes watched
the bartender,
like a tennis ball,
volleying to each side,
bouncing, soft like
from side to side
of the bar, filling drinks
and old men's hearts
with wet dreams,
prompting the men
on gathering closer
to the campfire.
She was hot.
Their necks stretched,
minds made pseudo
claims, and mouths watered
of her effect.
She was young and new,
and too studious.
A librarian by day,
layers of academia,
flowing through her veins-
you could see that
she was smart, yet sassy.
There was no hiding, though,
the biker girl behind
those glasses, hair
in a bun, and brass demeanor.
She made sashay look
pedestrian.
She could compete with
a New York model
with her providence,
long arms and legs,
and a longer neck,
that likely sprung
a gasket in her admirers.
Would she lie?
When she gained wind
of whispering old men,
poking the shortness
of her denim shorts
she tickled their fancies.
"Is my vagina sticking out,"
as she checked her shorts,
innocence oozing from her
and sending old men's
watering hole to rise.
She was a frolicking horse
that put all the other
bar's bartenders to pasture.
She continued pouring
drinks, like how pouring rain-
rescues drought stricken
crops. She had that effect.
When she saddled next
to an old man, lucky one
at that, her gray eyes
boring into his browns,
as they split the night air
into little gifts,
exchanging presents
of knowledge of each other,
you could see his horses
neighing, too, nudging
to get out of the stables.
Did she say she was writing
a book?
He doesn't remember.
He remembers
seeing a moon flower.
She continued serving rain,
while the jukebox played
and the patrons swayed,
exchanging banter with each.
Moments later she did
the unthinkable-no
it wasn't a red scarlet.
Or connotative.
She drank, which is taboo,
matching shots of Royal,
three, with the old man,
while not missing a beat,
holding her liquor well,
and turning back his hands
............. of time.
connie pachecho
4/20/17
I was to interview my husband’s new secretary
And was not excited or pleased
But he claimed he did not have the time
So I had her come to the house
Shoved the children upstairs
Where they put the four year old
down the clothes chute
Because she would fit and they would not
The woman was young,
I noticed I had worn panty hose
She had not. That struck me odd.
This was 1983, when everyone wore them for interviews
If you were a female anyway
I tried to look prim, proper, official
Even though I was interviewing her
in my living I was trying to look professional.
The children were almost silent, and I thanked God for that.
I asked her to tell me a bit about herself,
Then I leaned back in my husband’s oversized office chair
Which fell with a clunk on the ground
My legs were sticking straight up above the desk.
I crawled out and her face was all red.
But not redder than mine I guess.
I quickly said “You are hired”.
A huge mistake as she barely typed seven words an hour.
But in my haste to cover up, I grabbed at the only thing I had.
Later we became fast friends and laughed all the time about it.
On that day, however, I ended up with her cat, which I did not want.
Because she cried and said her mom said she had to find a home for it
She ended up with a job and the four-year-old went down the laundry chute.
“Hell is Empty”
As I peruse the nature of the news
the solutions that we will, and will not, choose,
I know that “hell is empty and the devils are all here”
clothed in regal garments sparkling with fear.
So does the touch of Satan reach us all
as we worship at his altar in the mall,
cajoling us with dreams he can’t fulfill
then sticking us with Karma’s unpaid bill.
Thus does Satan take lone pictures of his “self”
disguised in fin’ry pilfered from the shelf,
as we struggle to resist Satanic urge
we service all his needs as concierge.
Perhaps this Satan’s turned to doing good
and in the past was just misunderstood.
John G. Lawless
5/4/2014
//for Frank H.-- Shakespeare Contest//
“”hell is empty and the devils are all here”
I sit and get into this daze
Or maybe just going through a phase
On what I look for
In my significant other
Or what we look for in each other
Maybe we're to afraid to speak our minds
So we speak from the heart
And then something starts to spark
Something so right
I couldn't imagine what life without you would be like
So im trying to figure will I be
More than what you see
In front of you
I want to be
Your final clue
To your puzzle
I want to love you ??
More than double
Save you the trouble
Of being heart broken
I'll be the words that need to be spoken
To make you become open
Express your feelings
Show you have emotion
Let them flow
Like you're in an ocean
Have you ever been in a situation
That you thought was right
Somehow you couldn't see the light
So you found a flash
And with this light it would last
We let go of the past
And moved on
Admitting our wrongs
And our flaws
Knowing that one day
We'll have it all
Me and you
Against the world
That's the way it should be
Yes
Complimenting each other
On success
Sticking together through these trials and test
Knowing that we're loved
At our best
Loving Each other through it all
Sitting by the phone
Waiting on your call
A smile boy you keep on my face
Knowing that you're in it
To run this race ?? with me
Regardless
We are going to reap the harvest
Of everything we've done
In the meantime
Lets have some fun ??
Enjoy
Get to know each other
And what it'll take
For us to make it
In the meantime
In between time
Lets listen
To each other dreams
Become the perfect team
Help no matter how hard it seems
Tell me what I mean
To you
And I promise I'll tell you to
You make the sky so blue
You make the stars twinkle to
You are the one
I need and want
You are the do to my don't
In the mean time
Let's plan
To understand
That we are both unique
From our head to our feet
In the meantime
lets fulfill our purpose
Create a mission
Be able to make logical decisions
Have a vision
And embrace it
With us together
We can make it
In the meantime
We will find no ending
For this is only the beginning
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
1/16/2015