Long Unhearing Poems
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R E S P E C T
what does it mean to all society?
people have always been unwilling to see
that it's not about them and it's not about me
even with all the evidence right up in their face
the Pharisees were unwilling to acknowledge Jesus' rightful place
so stuck on the outdated and antiquated laws
even after Jesus showed them that they were flawed
eyes closed to the miraculous impossible
ears unhearing of the Lord god's new gospel
people tend to be closed-minded
about someone else's ideals
incapable of seeing anyone else's viewpoints
or understanding what they feel
but as one body in Christ
we must all learn to see
that different is not a bad thing
it's about individuality
for the body is made up of many different parts and aspects
and each part is important and deserves it's own respect
people should try to get along and live in harmony
respect each other and co-exist as God wanted us to be
it's not just a given, respect must be earned
an important lesson in this world that we all should learn
Your Long Angular Feet
You don’t know me, but
I been riding here in this trundling lounge car
for two hours now, watching
you and your long angular feet,
while rumbling over these burdened tracks,
to silent Garden City, up there in Kansas
on the high wheat plains, sky bound!
I been wondering what your name is.
Alas, it is really none of my business,
but your silent intuitive look,
your expressive knowing gaze,
has intrigued me with repentant ambivalences, and
guilty acknowledgements within my mind,
far beyond any understandable explanation,
far beyond the passing distant New Mexico mountains,
as they inertly move with silent dogged violence,
out there, in the whirring passing blur,
beyond these curving airy Amtrak eyes,
of blue tint and orange penetrating glare,
wrought with distorting apparitions of yellow
and green wheezing monsters of morning light,
with the Super Chief masticating eastern miles,
like a termite boring ferociously, slashing
into the railroad ties of unyielding time;
And so we sit, staring out this bubble window in the sun,
and I been wondering about you.
I been believing you’re educated, I can tell,
by the look of your pursed lips,
indicative of past heartbreaks and meltdowns;
and I been believing you’re a democrat,
by your descending, unhearing stare,
indicative of past arguments with fools
who sleep near obelisks, set in old stone.
And as you gaze far away
through the lounge car windows,
deep into New Mexico, its heart and rocky soul,
I wonder what you’re remembering there,
smiling, at peace with your intended purpose.
It was really nothing to me or anyone else,
nothing earth-shaking or profoundly circumstantial,
but you got off in Albuquerque,
you and your long angular feet,
and you walked away, like a dead person
in an old film reel.
I
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ our island woods grown dim and blue;
O’er the waters ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the pearl dust of ¦¦¦ eve
Hides the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wave rippling through:
The chill for ¦¦¦ warm room let us leave.
Turn the lamp ¦¦¦¦ low ¦¦¦ draw the curtain wide,
So ¦¦¦ greyness of ¦¦¦ starlight bathes the room;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ see the ¦¦¦¦¦ face of night outside,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ vague as a moth’s wing ¦¦¦ the gloom.
Rumour of the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ city far away
Breaks ¦¦¦¦ the peace that aureoles ¦¦¦ rest,
Steeped in stillness as ¦¦¦ some primeval day
Hung ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ o’er the water’s breast.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ eyes that flame and ¦¦¦¦ the heart that burns:
In quiet we ¦¦¦ hear the ¦¦¦ primeval cry:
God gives wisdom ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ that upturns:
Let us adore ¦¦¦¦ you and I.
Age ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ is heaped ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ as we hear:
¦¦¦¦¦¦ hurry to and fro with giant tread
From ¦¦¦ deep unto ¦¦¦ deep: ¦¦¦ do not fear,
For the soul unhearing ¦¦¦¦ is dead.
(Blackout of Prayer by Richard Crashaw)
Ever wonder why a willow would want to weep
While dreams haunt you as you sleep
Somedays blur by
You try ,
But in doing what is right, hold to your heart and fight ,
is at the same time doing what is wrong
Life in no song
Dreams make you weep
The pain is yours to keep
Empathy makes you want to stay away
At the same time, I guard what I say
If I attack
The pain I get back
It is all so hazy
To a mind stuck in crazy
Maybe it is just ,that I am lazy
Afraid to try
Must I just always question the why
Why must I care
To be fair
The world turned its back on me
That's what I see
It made me cry
I did not ask why.
Still I try
Tell a story to all the unhearing ears
So lost in their own fears
Showing a picture to unseeing eyes
Blinded by all the lies
It is the unfelt tie that does bind
It is just a closed empty mind
Afraid to leave the past behind
You seek
For a little peek
Trying to see
what is yet to be
When all is placed out in the open
But you only sit there without even hoping ,
For a tomorrow
With less sorrow
Lost to today
Lost is the way
A world passes by
So Afraid to try
It fails to see
What the world could truly be
Time leaves us behind
Each Lost in their own mind
Looking for what is wrong what is right
They lost sight of the light
For only this will lead you to your path that's true
It will show in all you do
Your actions should point the way
It will be in all you say
But you will never arrive
Without the faith that this is meant to be
Just open your eyes so that you may see
Now there are special classes for those like me--
"special-needs" people. That sounds so much
kinder than the harsh terms in use when I was
alive: "retarded," "not bright." The people in
my little Southern hometown seemed to think
such descriptions were acceptable if they were
accompanied by "Bless his heart!"
Oh, they didn't think I heard, but I did.
Most "normal" people in town really loved me;
others simply couldn't hide their pity.
While those around me went to school and college,
played their sports, married, had families, and
went to work, I learned from them, my family, and the
town. As I loved the Lord and people, laughed, lived,
and grew wise in my own way, I observed some who
lived good lives--busy, but not too busy to care and
listen. From my sheltered spot, I watched others
as they multi-tasked, made money, got promotions,
built big houses, and drove expensive cars,
but never really listened to anyone except superiors,
who demanded their allegiance. These people
failed to care until they couldn't care.
Pity "normal" folks with hardened hearts, unseeing eyes,
and unhearing ears--the ones who pity those like me.
entered in Skat A's Premiere Contest Number 13 on September 24, 2016
The wings blemish on the laminate panel.
The zany suit shudders at dainty muscle.
Sparkling splashes on abhorring emerge.
Brainless spirits shine over despot spurge.
Ill-mannered standards have been strengthened.
Wood chips were deployed to line neurally connected.
Despite laying the fault, she sparkles brilliantly.
Spitefulness, which to boot inclines daintily.
Extreme squalls will expect to be accused.
Humankind real pith has been frustrated.
Scorn and zeal linger at the core of tyranny.
Their pride makes the thin children hungry.
Tyrants grin as they savor their liquor.
Parroting raw decrees to the unhearing slicker.
Written: November 16, 2021
Ever wonder why a willow would want to weep
While dreams haunt you as you sleep
Somedays blur by
You try ,
But in doing what is right, hold to your heart and fight ,
is at the same time doing what is wrong
Life in no song
Dreams make you weep
The pain is yours to keep
Empathy makes you want to stay away
At the same time, I guard what I say
If I attack
The pain I get back
It is all so hazy
To a mind stuck in crazy
Maybe it is just ,that I am lazy
Afraid to try
Must I just always question the why
Why must I care
To be fair
The world turned its back on me
That's what I see
It made me cry
I did not ask why.
Still I try
Tell a story to all the unhearing ears
So lost in their own fears
Showing a picture to unseeing eyes
Blinded by all the lies
It is the unfelt tie that does bind
It is just a closed empty mind
Afraid to leave the past behind
You seek
For a little peek
Trying to see
what is yet to be
When all is placed out in the open
But you only sit there without even hoping ,
For a tomorrow
With less sorrow
Lost to today
Lost is the way
A world passes by
So Afraid to try
It fails to see
What the world could truly be
Time leaves us behind
Each Lost in their own mind
Looking for what is wrong what is right
They lost sight of the light
For only this will lead you to your path that's true
It will show in all you do
Your actions should point the way
It will be in all you say
But you will never arrive
Without the faith that this is meant to be
Just open your eyes so that you may see