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Dawn of spring brings chickens in the family way
When humans are busy gazing at the flowers,
The chickens have got their love priorities right
Instead of lazing away life, spend lusty hours
Chicks born in springtime are active healthy and strong
A secret the wise chickens did know all along
Chicks are like cotton cheese balls so cute and cuddly
Unlike grown-up chickens that have bone beaks oblong
They need to be sent away to the meat markets
To be skinned and hung, sad, they have no right to live
Ironically, pampered, such are fluffy chicks
If only feathered two-legged friends could perceive
Beware, chicks are advised not to devour too much
Raised in farms and fattened, injected and treated
If they don't look after themselves they will end up
On the dinner table, spiced and marinated
To look after their weight, if they are to live long
Enough to enjoy life and sing the Chicken Song
They told you America is Heaven—
and you believed,
as though Paradise were sold on paper,
as though salvation were stamped in ink.
But I tell you: a lie repeated
is more dangerous than a sword.
The Green Card—
a talisman of the desperate,
a relic worshiped by those
who cannot see the rot beneath the marble.
More than seven hundred thousand sleep on its streets,
more than a million souls drown in powders and needles.
This is the empire you kill yourselves to enter.
Once, perhaps, power clothed America—
now its aura is smoke,
its spirit spoiled,
its rulers jesters in a theatre of war.
They enrich the rich, suffocate the poor,
and crown themselves with the word democracy.
Yet their people shiver, homeless, jobless,
beneath neon lights and hollow slogans.
You dream of New York’s towers,
but you will wake on its sidewalks.
You abandon the red soil of Africa,
a true home, a true inheritance,
to chase shadows across oceans.
What folly is this,
to trade bread for dust,
to mistake the colour green for hope?
Karma waits.
An empire without discipline collapses
as surely as vapour dissolves in the morning air.
But you will not listen.
Fools do not seek wisdom,
they only offer opinions.
So I warn you, Africans, seekers of false heavens:
the Green Card is no covenant.
It is a deception,
a chain gilded in promises.
Heaven cannot be bought.
It is built where you stand,
or nowhere at all.
There was an older man who was not very liked.
He sits and draws cartoon characters based on his childhood abusers, often saying their names out loud.
He remembers people who have passed away and calls them "bastards."
He sometimes feels like crying but holds back, worried he might not like the taste of his tears. "his tears taste like bitter memories of his parents' criticism:
I haven’t seen my friend Eugene for several weeks. He is in the hospital with pain no one can explain. I miss our chats in the dayroom. I especially loved seeing his face light up when we talked about his Aunt Harriet and Uncle Jack, about her favorite cookies and his fishing trips at the lake with them.
Eugene never had good things to say about his parents. His father told him to masturbate to relieve pressure, and his mother told him to run from the bullies.
His therapist constantly told him he wouldn’t amount to anything, which made him angry and sad.
He sometimes wishes he had never been born because he feels rejected and looked down upon.
I care about my friend.
Sometimes we talk about poetry.
I gave him my favorite pen to help him express his feelings.
Poetry is important to me, and I choose to show empathy.
We need to share the stories of those who cannot defend themselves.
That was in 2017; he is long gone, my friend Eugene; however, I will never forget our small talk.
Continue to rest in peace, my dayroom friend.
"I am the absolute First and the absolute Last
I am the esteemed and scorned
I am the shameless woman and the holy elect
I am the wife and virgin
I am the unseen mum and ever-present daughter
I am my mother’s members
I am a midwife and do not give birth to any
and my lover brought me forth
I am the holy solace of my pains of labour
I am the bride and the groom
I am the virgin mother of my mighty father
I am my husband’s sister
and he is my first begotten offspring and my king
I am a queen of my seed
I am a lowly slave of the one who prepared me
I am the staff of his might
and he the olive tree rod of my quite advanced age
I am a silence unknown
I am an eternal idea remembered much
I am the sound of my name
I am the soft and sweet voice whose sound is manifold
I am the word whose fine appearance is multiple"
“I am the bright Alpha and the Omega
I am the very First and Last
I am the Beginning and the very end
I am with your soul forever
I am the father, I am the kind mother
I am the ever-present child
I am the incorruptible and the pure
I am the beloved of life
I am the first offspring who was begotten
I am the righteous one of life
I am the son of the infinite Father
I speak even as I have heard
I command as I received the loud order
I will now show you even as I have found”
"I am the sun of knowledge and mist of ignorance
I am shame and fearlessness
I am the forever shameless and the one ashamed
I am strength and fear themselves
I am bloody war and ever-fleeting peace of all
I am the disgraced and the grand being of the all"
"I am the remembrance of the Pleroma
I am the great abundance of light
They who follow me will not walk in darkness
They will have the life’s light, for I’m the world’s light"
"I am a woman existing in every known fear
I am the mindless and wise
I am in my might whenever I fall and plummet
I am carefree in a pleasant garden filled with plants"
“I am the door you now see
If anyone goes through me, they will be saved
And will go in and out and find the garden"
In the mist of madness
Over stepping the sadness
I open my eye and see
Lost souls seeking to be free
Trapped in the darkness seeking the light
Lost in the moment they struggle and fight
In a darkness of confusion and pain
Lost souls struggle in vain
This way or that way it ends up the same
Memories of sadness times of shame
Haunting the dark part of your mind
Things you are unable to leave behind
Hiding yourself deep in a shell
A feeling your starting to know well
Reaching out finding only air
A place in your mind says not to care
Reaching and grasping for life giving light
The human way is to stand up and fight
Walking ahead through sadness and pain
Trying to spiritually clear up the stain
Lost souls fighting to be free
Only needing to stop and see
They are the light they seek to find
Trust in themselves leave the past behind
Silhouettes in fume thump to a doom,
They stomp with the rhythm of drums,
They point to the sky and spread open wide,
Their wrists and fingers and thumbs,
These thousands of people joined at the hip,
Joined by a common desire,
To lose themselves in the roar from within,
As the music soars higher and higher,
To a place where they’re safe away from their thoughts,
All worries are left on the floor,
And they can exist in the happy free now,
Their mind’s been released to explore,
Life without fake, no pretend, no polite,
Life without wearing some wig,
And they can all be utterly free,
At the rock band, the concert, the gig.
What is it really all about?
this season at the end of the year
it feels so false and lacking
one word that's so evident is insincere
The reason for the season
has been missed out on the whole
as most folk feed themselves
more interested in getting their goal
An attitude of gratitude is amiss
asking more, what am I going to get?
a real change of heart is required
seeking to give makes a good effect
If more of us thought of others
before considering just little old me
we could make this world a lot better
bringing smiley faces for all to see
Then we could all have joy abounding
during this jolly old Christmas time
making it effectively marvellous
so that ink would turn into rhyme!
The older I get, the more I realize
that my life has not been about
discovering who I am,
but about becoming who I am
Over the years, I have become
kinder, wiser, more creative, and
more outspoken
I have seen hard things,
like slow death, sudden death, mental illness,
substance abuse, and cancer, which have all touched me closely
I have learned to do mental gymnastics
and make a life changing decision on the fly,
I have learned to research for loved ones
not in a position to do it themselves,
I have learned to persevere and stand
tall during circumstances that have been known
to break a strong person
I have become someone I love and respect!
A child is simply uncomplicated
neither inhibited, nor reflective, free.
Unencumbered by the past
not held-back by what lies ahead,
beyond care for contemplation.
Children -
jump in puddles, splash in the bath
create spontaneously
lose themselves in endless play
sing and laugh whenever they want
love old people dearly
have limitless imagination and curiosity
chortle and sing when playing together
eat stuff from the jar
are creative with their messiness
appreciate the tiniest things that matter
care not for caution nor hesitation
are fearless of consequences
are self-centred
are self-possessed
rightfully just so.
a gift for us
to share their joy of life,
and their boundless
enthusiasm for fun.
Let the children play -
they have so much to teach us.
“Stardust Road.”
"Soft defense is driven by my thoughts,
I vanish away into yesterday’s scenic road,
Set the mood among the dark clouds,
Wish I could go back to the night, of fourteen and cold.
Tell me not to look up and cover myself with the world.
Sorry I could not stay,
One too many excuses & lies,
To where they never fixed themselves;
I could not handle the air,
I had to breathe right the cold nights that followed.
I stood as one in love, under the starry sky…
Young and alone, I left the never-ending vindictive feeling.
The dust slept every reason inside my soul.
I travel the world, snoozing with the magic of the sand.
Stars that echo and drop twinkles to my walking toes.
The horizon was my blanket and shield
Where the light and night I wore,
Accelerating, escaping no more justification!
"Oceans of excuses sailed through my soul,
Heartbroken, but in love with defiance toward the stardust novelty.
With a sigh!
I hesitate not to look back,
Somewhere the ages turn to rust:
Old and grey, all alone,
The leaves I stepped on then are trample and gone.
One day I shall return for the proper goodbye.
For now, I must travel down this lonely road silently.
Slowly my heart will heal itself, nurturing the frozen sleet away.
Releasing the 14-year old girl at last,
In a body a mind and soul,
Confronting her with an, I BELONG HELLO!”
By;PD