Long Subservience Poems

Students conservative of body-health care
invest as necessary
in bowing and submitting subservience
to orthodox heterosexual vampirate mentors,
fundamentalist badnews evangelicals
sucking on pre-meditated rapture
of Heavenly bloodsucking EarthNatures.

To meet conservative RightWing
LeftBrain patriarchal 
student membership classroom requirements
of monoculturing monopolistic
indoor health-safety classrooms,
research...

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Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with the following words 
mostly written January 23rd, 2023,
cuz I, (a...

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Nascent poetic tribute to black history month...
crafted before onset when people of color  
got acknowledged for twenty eight or nine days
depending if leap year occurred. 

Though I yam Caucasian,
rightful to honor most bitter
racist genocidal...

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My nascent poetic tribute to black history month

more apropos and alternately titled: 
praise to thee people 
of variegated melanin color,
whose immense understated improvements
and enhancement of webbed wide world
worth more than paltry words
of yours truly can...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent...

therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why?

Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, 
and mortally wounded prepubescent,

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned (for bing keeler), 
hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o'...

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"The Morality Police" 

hair showing
not used 
for drying feet

life 
of a young woman 
innocent

tortured, 
brutally taken
and murdered 

for what?

in the 
controlling hands 
of the Morality Police -

monsters are real, 
they do exist
there and here

many demons...

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I’ve never put a candidate’s bumper sticker on my car before—
why not take sides—what are you waiting for?
Death puts a stop to daily low intensity warfare but in the meantime—
     ...

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It's true
Bunking its task
in the blue sky
Golden sunshine
Lies down morose
In sorrow
Laying its head on the tree trunk
Looking pale
It surprises me
As I see it smeared
With ashes of fear
All over its countenance
Will he too be raped and...

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I was born unto a woman and a man, and a government,
this was the Trinity, these were my employers,
entrance into this magical melee was acknowledged with a certificate of birth,
and with nefarious numbers, debt digits,

from...

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I was born married to the master of subservience,
      fell in love with the master of somnolence.
           
I dissolved Reality,...

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Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo

My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming

Lady Liberty is bowing...

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this just one example of many peoples
   UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
   from enjoying the fruits of their labor.

January twelfth two thousand and ten
(original date this communique writ then 
kept wedged...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind...

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I recall
from Catholic seminal
seminary daze,

Frocked monastic gaze
vowed nerve-systemic chastity,
self-sacrificing poverty,
political obedience
to a Great StraightMale Master
of God's paradise reclusive House
filled with sacred humane 
Men's Room Only vocations.

Yet I experienced these three
Green Commons commitments
in reverse Taoistic
NonZeroistic chronology
of...

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Struggling
With carrying branches to dry for kindling,
Cursing
the seemingly extra long winter and those
who keep bringing it;
a shadow drifts over me like a primordial raven,
and a rush of unseen limbs streak past me.
Both alight before the barbed...

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On the banks of river folks gathered solemnly
Where in repose lay the body of his father;
Dry dead-wood was stacked in layers they built,
Fire was crackling, burning, heads were bowing,
Memorializing deeds in voices of the elders--
That...

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Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights

And waring tribes a bully on the block 
To kick you when your down 

The ones meek and mild 
But can stand tall...

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I watched the child approaching me with wonder in her eyes...a welcome sight I’d seen at least a thousand times before.
Most the answers people sought were on the plaque beside me, but this young lady,...

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In Youth-less Age
 


Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood,
but age our wont be kind enough,
in threescores is when life imbued,
will partial be the earthly stuff;
but you'll still be my fancy then,
when Suns shall be the...

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Time
Nothingness in it belies
A continuum, uncanny
In all lives it defines
Love, hate, rage and litany

A motion on its own
Sweeping, inescapable
A yardstick mankind bemoans
Perpetual journey, irreversible

It’s life’s anathema
Yet it counts life
It’s a thing of enigma
That heaven had...

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Looking around her at all of the strangers
doesn’t know where she is
doesn’t know the faces around her
and as their smiles turn into a horror
it’s in the currency of children
to the perversions of a sickness
her innocence...

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My labour is not a slavery  of that i can assure you .

Do not confuse my good manners with weakness or subservience to you , for that would be a mistake.

Your laziness and inadequacies...

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What makes me so different from you
In your eyes, the abode of your heart
Where is my place, that nook you have carved out 
The trail in the sands of our time
Leading me along the path...

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I feel your pain
smell the swelter that rises on a
Louisiana afternoon in a wooden slave shack
hear chains in the metal sweat box,
a human bake oven,
plantation camps
fueled by the intense heat of a day’s hatred
children working
shiny...

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