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Glenn Hughes's "City of Crime", from the film Dragnet, shows us what happens when a municipality goes astray. The city - Los Angeles. This story, which is also true, depicts another town which has lost its way. You know it by the name "Gotham". The names have not been changed, to protect nobody.
Oh, how I love my home, good ol’ Gotham City!
It’s just enough grimy and just the right gritty.
It has Batman, the greatest crusader against crime.
I wouldn’t leave this cesspool, nope, not anytime.
But lately, Batman is gaining the upper hand.
Time for the sleazebags and criminals to expand.
The Dark Knight has no sense of humor when he works.
His face never changes when he beats up the jerks.
The Joker finds humor in any situation -
Laughing his head off at some sick deviation.
He said he’d grow into a comic, and they laughed.
They’re not laughing now, as he practices his craft.
The Riddler gives our brains some things to consider.
He’s a laughing puzzle and conundrum transmitter.
He asked us “what does a liar do when he’s dead?”
“He lies still” is what he eventually said.
The deformed Penguin’s mother threw him in the river.
He’d grow up in the sewers, but he would forgive her.
The creep learned a lot in that revolting world of slop -
He owns the mayor and police to the very last cop.
Where do the city’s lawyers come down in this mess?
They can’t get these dirtballs and clowns to confess.
To pin a rap, they should plug away undeterred,
But they’re off in the Poconos looking for a bird.
Add a new weirdo to this corruption and slime,
To tip the balance to the purveyors of crime.
Batman, meet the man who speaks only in rhyme.
The Rhymer makes your face look like it just ate a lime.
we've all shut down and closed our hearts at some point in our lives,
those chambers of the heart we've shocked and scared that paralysed love
inside,
how superficial the eyes of the world can be, what looks good must be good,
they cannot see with the eyes of god, love is still misunderstood,
these fantasy lies they've told themselves holding on to what they think is real,
that the enemy has sheltered with a false sense of hope, in weakness he
manipulates and steals,
trusts are broken, hearts are shattered, the past prolongs loves chance,
they sit it out, and watch it pass by, they never learn to dance.
Form:
MOURNING THOUGHTS
There it is, done now.
That quiet exasperation of living,
over with a single breath,
a last, long struggled sigh.
The angels heard it, shared it
but no, not I.
I stepped away a moment, fearing a teary eyed
goodbye.
The final curtain, lost in silent obscurity
drew to a close, without me.
Each of us, we die alone,
some hanging on the goodbyes,
others anxiously ready to go,
but nevertheless -
always alone.
There it is then,
done, finite, final.
Not possible!
This life, these lives are more
then withered, frail bodies of clay.
These lives and souls,
they were joy and love, laughter and hope;
they were struggles and voices and pain and dreams;
they were living, loving, loved!
Through this life, this heart, this soul moves on -
those lives are more than memory,
more than passing thoughts.
Those lives were, are, heart and soul
of who we are,
and of who -
we may yet be without them,
because of them.
Until tomorrow then
when every soul is before God,
and as this soul, struggles for prayer
and continues on the path of living and being
until that day,
when there is no more of this life,
and every life,
joins with the heart of God
I'll mourn.
Concave Reasoning
he seemed a bit demented
then again, his head was dented
yet he tried his best – and meant it
once they got his head cemented
some said he was tormented
his thoughts too long fermented
inside a head once dented
yet only recently cemented
he seemed to be contented
in a world disoriented
and he never quite repented
for the thoughts he only rented
so that he could present it
mental cash – he quickly spent it
on reasoning augmented
with logic yet unscented
so his teachers all lamented
these theories he invented
after all – his head was dented
only recently cemented
©12/23/2017
submitted to – NEW YEAR STANDARD CONTEST ANY FORM OR NONE – poetry contest
You exite me
each time av'e stared
cos that's what i have
always dared,
you always have an
extra smile to send
and my poor broken
heart is always on the
mend.
Yes, with a gale of
laughter
you got me drunk
with dreams flutter
true, it seems you
stepped out of the
blue
and stock with me
with passion's glue.
You have made me
blind to the spark of
other female kind
none again shall i find
will appear farest to
my mind.
Your laughter became
my wine
in the courtesy of
your lips i do dine
no,not any other could
be mine
cos to me you are the
purest vine.
With embers my
passion burns
like the jealous
cyclone it turns
more and more i love
you
facts! These lines are
too short to describe
Y.O.U!
Covered with your mantle you spirited me away
that form held my emotion held me in its sway
herefore you could view me soul as clear as glass
wish do I its movements desire never it to pass
Vision upon vision opened mine eyes to see
need to build this life for all of humanity
I want to take your hand and lead you to the door
fill you with inspiration and lift you even more
I can build a ballroom much greater in my mind
dance upon marbled floors the room I did design
where the frames are gilded with silver and with gold
here the strings of harps the listeners ears enfold
I want to take every pain from you away
and when you wake tomorrow for nothing more to pray
want you to understand I wrote this just for you
ever seek your happiness where Love’s unbroken true
I never want you lingering in the house of vain
I want to see you dancing with joy in life’s refrain
to paint with every color and play with every hue
to wake with a song in heart and share the things you do
If I could but reach you and your spirit mend
shelter all your feelings your life would I defend
I would give you blue skies the mists of gentle rain
flowers in the springtime an earth that’s rich in grain
But someone has already given all these gifts
meant them for everyone and not as man permits
but you must keep seeking to fill yourself in kind
always to be generous in actions and in mind
To find a fluent master who can teach you the right way
examine all of learning apply it in every day
from a little seedling did the tree of knowledge grow
until you can reach for life and the beauty of it know
When you think your well is empty
and the depths within are dry
get up and seek the water
and to its sources fly
don’t linger in the darkness
and traditions that are blind
in life to be exalting
but you its paths must find
Life is a kind of music
and fathomless its array
it takes time and practice
to master the chords you’ll play
Take in life’s instruction
examine all in it that’s good
make your heart and mind the temple
and its teachings understood
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC?
There is a certain pride in my heart,
Deep in the gut of my soul,
And in every moving cell working for the other
That preaches and presses in a padded jail
Where no other living soul can hear
Treasurable, valuable words being uttered
With conviction and every golden verdict
It is a silent pride, and a sad one at times,
Longing to be heard, though it cannot reveal
Longing to be shared with a parched mind
That can only reveal itself through the continual
Ritual of living each day
I want to share with utter integrity and light,
With a full heart, to activate the gentle expansion
Of freeing, outstretched wings
You cannot listen to these truths I scream
Because I am closed away by this pride,
My cognizance and cruel prudence imprisons me,
And at times I am happily bound
This pride, this opulent air of knowing
Restlessly deepens within
It seeps deeper inside,
Because I doubt any will quite understand
And appreciate
Through the lens of pure honesty
This pride is fearful and selfish
We do not want to be seen as a fool
I want these confessions to feel
Omnipotent, and apart from my emotions
Pure honesty reminds me
That without emotions, without feeling…
This knowledge, this enlightenment
Cannot be expressed
Unless fear, cramping the soul
Leaves this prison
If love eases breakage to flow into tender ears
To compassionate minds,
And perceptive hearts
considered unsolvable and painfully stressful
she spoke of her togetherness with the man
she allowed him to speak her as with him .
the impacts of togetherness limits the field.
it discredits others who might seem more worthy
society wishes some to wed.
society wishes some to part
the impact of society on our togetherness
likens one to restart
it is meet with the resistance
of those who favor us together.
might they profit from our longevity
might we then do the same.
each perspective limits those who see difference
and in each difference
might they speak from their own experiences
to draw thoughts to be against us
or us being together.
the importance of togetherance,
in the formation of a love togetherness
might cause others to speak us as unsolvable
and they might stress them selves
to divide us.
they sought to divide us as we were formative.
they sought to divide us as we were in maintenance.
they sought to divide us as we were strengthening our resolve.
yet we stand unsolvable and together.
might they speak us as unresolved
, can I answer
can I answer to tell them
that love speaks it's own language,
and is translated to those that listens.
in these opportunities might those who shall
have future be together
and those who are the past be apart"
might I answer to speak them wrong
might I anwser to speak them wrong?
As often as I pen my thoughts
from head to hand
to what is wrought
and arrive surprised
at words once sought, fortuitously
stained glass ideas appear
like falling manna,
between these ears,
doing whatever it is
thoughts do best…
letter by letter,
each welcomed guest.
And often as I pen to please
ideas that stir like winter leaves,
urging, surging like the sea
in hidden forces like gravity
and starry peaks I crawl to climb,
towards moving targets in my mind,
like eagle wings that lift and soar…
penning down thoughts
is a mind bending,
never ending,
beauty lending,
walk along the shore.
I know it's been a short time
That you and I have come to be
But I can't get over this feeling
That's been growing inside of me
I hope you don't mind me saying
But these words I swear are true
There's a piece of my heart, for you babe
That will always be there for you
Love is very special
And you made me realize
By the way that I feel when I kiss your lips
And I look into your eyes
The feeling is so wonderful
And it ranks atop and above
So I want to tell you Pamela
You're the best, you're my life, you're my love
Sometimes when I'm not with you
I seem to just want to cry
But all my tears just fade away
When I see that sparkle in your eye
Loving you is easy
Because your as perfect as can be
Especially, when you say those words
That sound surreal to me
You tell me that you love me
And I feel it in my heart
I knew that I'd fall in love with you
Right from the very start
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