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Juneteenth

Jubilation in the city of Galveston ensued when 

Union soldiers brought to the enslaved

News of an

Emancipation that had been proclaimed by Lincoln

Two whole years before the Texan slaves 

Ever even heard of it!

Equality, of course, was a long time still coming, yet Civil Rights came!

Nowadays, we should all honor June 19th, which is 

Traditionally celebrated only by Texas as a legal state holiday.

Hope for harmony and the realization of true freedom must never be forsaken.


July 14, 2018 for Edward Ibeh's Juneteenth Poetry Contest

freedom

Form: Acrostic

Linda

Linda, love your poetry
Linda, your my omego
Linda, known as p/d
Linda, you all know
Linda, giving a mention
Linda, who's from Texas
Linda, to all an inspiration
Linda, you are so gorgeous
Linda, you have real insight
Linda, with every metaphor
Linda, reading your every write
Linda, I'm on a magical tore
Linda, like your subject matter 
Linda, how can I keep up pace
Linda, you have true character
Linda, your nothing but ace!



A tribute to--  PD LINAD THE DESTOYER -- or though I had already wrote omego which I felt went on a bit i felt this better 
ive become obsessed with this new found patern   starting every lin with same word my first write with this 
was a poem called someone then with you and so on  
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this my tribute to you  LINDA  ,,,,  xx ,,,,,,,,,,,,     PROBABLY INSPIERD BY YOUR CONTEST 
XXXXXX witten by my self david scott 2013

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write

Form: Rhyme

we who loved america

We who loved America 

I enjoyed  America and remember touring 
a Sunday outside Houston (Texas), met in a café
a group of openly armed, elderly men 
They were courteous people one could meet 
I understood guns have cultural meaning
In America, we in Europe don't understand 
I remember a saying, "A country where the populace 
is armed, people are polite."
I stayed on the ship longer than needed, but had
To go home and get educated, I studied management 
and later ran a restaurant 
I was never at ease in my country, not that I suffer
Retromania, trying to escape my past, but
I was back on a ship again, this time as chief steward
plying the waters of America and the Caribbean.

abuseageallusionamericaangst

Form: ABC

Justice In Texas

A strong wind blows across the Texas sand,
As the sun is sinking low in the sky.
Three men ride into the town of Laredo,
In the distance you hear a coyote's cry.

Ponies hitched outside a Cantina,
Inside is laughter as a guitar plays.
Covered in trail dust, the three men enter,
Shots ring out and then a deadman lays.

Seven weeks earlier in El Paso,
A man walked into a hotel room.
A couple in bed, after being wed,
He pulled his pistol and shot the groom.

With a look of hatred on his face,
Fired his second shot and killed the bride.
Then out of town on his horse he rode,
While the two young lovers bled inside.

Story was, this cold-blooded killer,
Had once been in love with this young lady.
He swore that no other man would have her,
But she knew his intentions were shady.

Now in the Cantina, lying face down,
His corpse was looked on by all the others.
No judge or jury would seal his fate,
Justice was served by her three brothers.

deathguitarjudgement

Form: Rhyme

Heretic

Giordano Bruno looked up at night 
Suggested stars were suns, not just points of light
Planets might circle those many suns
They might even have life, we might not be the only ones

The Church called his words a crime, not just a mistake
For this heresy, they burned him at the stake.
If your ideas undermine the narrative, you're a threat
And in medieval times, that was a bad bet.

[chorus]  
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, new ideas are the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price  
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice. 

In Stalin's Russia, random terror was always feared.
Even geneticists were put in gulags, or just disappeared.
Genetics meant your kids didn't inherit the new you.
And changes to socialist man were every generation's due

In 2014, USA, Brendan Eich went out of line
For opposing gay marriage, he had to resign
Not a church, but his employees made him depart
Though Dating apps like OKCupid also played a part.

[chorus]  
If you're not a heretic on something, maybe you should be
To keep the dogma honest, contrariness is the key.
But telling the truth can make you pay a price  
Check the terrain, should you refrain? it's hard to give advice. 

In 2024, Efraim Haim revealed his hospital flaw
They were transitioning teens, against Texas law
Puberty blockers, hormones, on an 11-year-old
Now he's indicted, the feds won't release their hold

The old times, regressive, superstitious night
Now we're so progressive and we see the light
We're so tolerant, we don't settle the score
Scratch that, we're the same people as of yore.
And the waves of old keep beating at the shore.

freedomhistoryhumanity

Form: Lyric

Gamblin' Zoo

"Hit me!" it's blackjack all day long
In a dingy zoo type sing-a-long
and since you can never eat just one
It seems those chips have all but gone!
Bluffing there like a daft giraffe
Just because you stuck your neck out
Still showed your true spots, no doubt
So switch it up to Texas holdem
get the laundry done and fold em'!
Or all in now and say you told em'
If you win don't brag too hard
Don't shove it in their face card
Or from this game you might be barred
And then I guess all you can do
Is sing in your cage until game two
In your pen or where chips are piled
I'd say in both cases, deuces are wild...

animalfunnynonsense

Form: Rhyme

1981: a Texas Odyssey

Calamities…
assaulted by the Memorial Day tsunami
drowned victims & floating cars--
appendix detonates during the Season of Hell
haplessly hospitalized in the UT-Austin medical zoo

Delusion of progress…
recovering in the mobile home 
plodding through texts of 
postmodern pointlessness--
overcome with visions of nuclear annihilation

Life is a plunge…
sensory overload & self-deconstruction--
reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
pondering Camus’ only philosophical question
does Jung have the answer?

Re-entry into the (ir)real world…
Labor Day blues & academic angst
surrounded by yi(u)ppies--
mesmerized by Eastern philosophy
crushed by existential dread

The Being & Nothingness of Texas...
The Longhorns won/lost The Game
primal braying & primitive reveling
avoiding the orange phallic madness
evading beer bottles hurled by frat boys

Monstrous cockroaches inherit the Earth…
discombobulated by the sadistic heat
I ram my fist into a case of Lone Star
“The horror, the horror” as Kurtz opined
can I still resurrect myself?

Five packed together in one car…
a circuitous journey to South Padre Island
silent white sand & red star suspended over the Gulf
hypnotic waves & harsh words in the condo
the Odyssey is (in)complete(d)

angerangstanxietycrazyculture

Form: Free verse

GNRT DAY 24 RUGBY

Today’s trip was all in North Dakota…from Minot to Grand Forks
On our way to a city named f Lakota
we made a stop in the little town of Rugby, North Dakota.

Rugby has a valued place in the hearts and minds of cartographic esoterica…because Rugby, North Dakota is known
as the geographical center of North America.

Rugby’s celebration of this fact is subtle…
apparently this distinguished fact Rugby is not one to flaunt.
Its true they built a rock obelisk to commemorate this fact
but it sits outside a Mexican restaurant. 

As we stopped to take a picture…and were searching for the best shot
another car with tourists just like us pulled into the parking lot.

This is how we met Pat and Sherry…which on this trip has become a familiar scenario.
They were returning form their place in Texas…to their home in Ontario.

We took each other’s photos…made sure to catch each other’s smiles
And then we stood around, as travelers do, 
and talked with one another for a while.

And though we started out two sets of strangers…
two unlikely pairs…
we shared with them a little about our life, our travels…
and they shared with us…a little about theirs.

After spending a few minutes together at the beginning this day
we wished each other safe travels…and all went on our way.

And now Pat and Sherry…hold a place in our Great Northern Trip esoterica…
friends we made while standing…in the center of North America

travel

Form: Rhyme

Summer Primer

My mother inventing a puddle
pours two delicate teaspoons worth of water
onto dry desert sand panting with thirst.

She explains how primer absorbed 
so quickly by wood means there is no need for paint 
of a lesser color lest paint be wasted thrown away.

I will not look directly in her eyes
but can sense my mother’s lingering glance
ease knowingly back to the pale.

And with the first drop of grey stone primer 
spilled on old-pipe silver garage flooring
on a hot summer June day in Clear Lake, Texas,

two plain pebbles from Albuquerque
thrown by my three-year-old daughter eight years prior 
at an overhead Houston-Hobby bound aircraft
crash in a puddle priming July.

daughterdivorce

Form: Free verse

One Finger Sandwich

I had one finger sandwich, one cracker with cheese...
but I was not satisfied, only with these,
so, on my way home I had a burger with fries,
and a couple of steaming hot cherry pies.
When I got home, I had one pizza, two burritos,
polished off with three bags of Cheetos.
I heard a voice that said, "Stop eating this slop",
but it was too late, because I could not stop.
The refrigerator was empty, so I ate up four chairs,
I ate the table, and I ate up the stairs.
Before you knew it, I'd eaten the whole house,
I didn't even spare that poor little mouse.
I started to cry because everything was gone,
but I felt much better when I ate the lawn.
My stomach was hurting.  You might say I was reckless,
but I kept going and ate half of East Texas.
I ate up the earth, and I ate up the moon,
I ate up the sun with my hands, not a spoon.
I ate up all the stars, and I ate up the sky.
Nothing is left, so I bid you goodbye.

foodhumorhyperbole

Form: Rhyme

Long Texas Poems

Juneteenth

Linda

we who loved america

Justice In Texas

Heretic

Gamblin' Zoo

1981: a Texas Odyssey

GNRT DAY 24 RUGBY

Summer Primer

One Finger Sandwich

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