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Since I was the oldest of three sisters with a mum,
As my dad had died when I was at an age young,
I thought I’d join the navy to help out my family,
But I excluded the black segregation code anomaly.
In training our instructors gave us our work, hard,
But you could work up to being the mates, guard,
Of the officers, an intimate situation, all food made,
You would know everything after a while, anticipate.
Because I was black, I could only serve an officer,
But I was told the job was essential, but felt inferior,
Even though I knew many men that were jealous of me,
‘Cos we used to train men in flag control and gunnery.
We felt like a mobile target as planes bombed often,
The ship got repaired when it was replenished, ben,
But one morning after I’d been out, Cinderella Liberty,
Another black man came down, there was a calamity.
It was the Pearl Harbour bombing and the ship got hit,
Torpedoes fell onto us but did not explode, not writ,
But they went right into the hull and made our ship tip,
Such that eight minutes later the ship was history, a quip.
Upon the command abandon ship, I got through a port,
‘Cos I just knew not to put a life jacket on for passport,
We got to the walkway outside the captain’s cabin,
And then swam for Ford Island, our own safety to win.
I was hit in the head, the shoulder and the leg,
But was with a corpsman, a nurse, who had the peg,
Who saw me to Ford Island First Aid Station, his duty,
Then I went to the submarine base hospital, a casualty.
My friend Dorie Miller from when I was at school,
Saved the captain and his officer, he did not fool
With race, when on board the USS West Virginia,
But only got the Navy Cross because of his colour.
He should’ve got the Congressional Medal,
‘Cos that was what you got for that pedal;
He only didn’t get it because he was black,
Which is not fair when I pensively look back.
Living off the grid..
I bid you ..
It's a challenge..
Living off the land..
For it's quite bland..
A taste of the great outdoors..
Mother Nature exposed..
Absolutely no power..
I cannot even take a shower..
Walk to the stream to fetch some water..
I feel like a fish out of water..
Always in my life I had it made..
Now I can't even get out of the shade..
The sun beats down..
I frown as I run for cover under a massive tree..
So I am free of sun burn..
Food is totally organic..
Which is fresh and pure..
That is for sure
Picking berries and fishing for salmon..
What a way to work up an appetite..
No technology had left it all behind..
Though I didn't think I would mind..
Life is simple living off the grid..
I rid myself of the everyday grind of urban living..
I bid it all a farewell..
Now I have learned how to survive..
So urban life can now take a nose dive..
A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)
C is for Chicken (and for a word I don’t want to say - but see K)
D is for Dog (and also for Dynamite - which I’d like to shove up your dad’s... see A)
E is for Eagle (and for egotistical effing... see K... and C)
F is for Frog (and for Fu*ker, which your dad’s been doing with someone who isn’t me)
G is for Giraffe (and for Git - your dad is a Git... and he has two faces)
H is for Horse (and for Hard Up - which your dad was... in too many places)
I is for Insect (and for Insolvent, which thanks to me, he’ll soon be, with just one legal shove)
J is for Jellyfish (and Judas. Your Dad’s a Judas... with a rash from his illicit love)
K is for Kitten (and for making some words sound worse - see C)
L is for Lion (and Lobster, a creature with claws that belongs at the bottom of the sea - hmmm...)
M is for Mouse (and for machete and for manhood... which gives me an idea)
N is for Newt (and Nymphomaniac - neither should work at IKEA)
O is for Owl (and Optimistic, well, he thought that he left me fulfilled)
P is for Penguin (and for Philandering, at which your daddy is skilled)
Q is for Quail (and for Quickie, the best that your daddy could do)
R is for Rabbit (and Rampant - and once I got that, how did we get you?)
S is for Snail (and for Slug, which describes both your dad and his di*k)
T is for Tiger (and Torrid, your dad was this with some Randy chick)
U is for Unicorn (and Underhand, your dad was this night and day)
V is for Vole (and also VD, hence the rash that was listed in J)
W is for Worm (and for Merchant Banker, thats rhyming slang for your father)
X is for Xerus (and X-rated gel, I bet he’ll work up quite a lather)
Y is for Yak (and for Yesterday’s News, which is all your dad turns out to be
Z is for Zebra (and for Zeees, that his Nympho is catching, asleep next to me)
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[Xerus is a genus of African ground squirrel]
There is a smile that you just cannot ignore when it comes knocking on your door, there is a smile that you just cannot resist even if you tighten your shoe and clench your fist.
When the burdens of life overtake you and cast shadows all over you, and when you see that smile, it just makes you want to break down and cry.
That smile has the magic touch and that is all you need to get you over the rut, the smile is contagious and the longer you look at it, the more it keeps pulling you in.
Yesterday a man and a woman had an argument and, a multitude descend from nowhere, the people began to gather around watching the angry man shouting at the woman in the crowd and when he saw that innocent smile, he almost collapses on the ground.
What is with a smile when the odds are piled up against you, what is it with a smile when grief has over taken you, you cannot bring your love ones back and it cannot replace your stolen shoes but that smile will melt your heart and pull you straight out of the dark.
I have waited for this day to come when we will be both on the run; I have waited for this day to come when we will confront each other and purge your souls at the promiscuous altar, I have waited for this day to come when we would meet eyeball to eyeball and stare at each other without invoking a brawl.
The message is clear that I will be there and nothing that they say and do will cause me to fear so take courage while you wait patiently over there. The crowd will meet and the irony will complete.
Look at that face as you stand strong in the race. look at that face are you ready to go out on a date, the people are coming, the crowd is swelling and my body is swinging to a familiar rhythm; answer insult with a smile, answer grief with a smile and when you are in pain the smile will knock out all the shame.
The smile is catching and it makes everyone happy come and dine with me and place your smiling baby beside me. Show me your recipe and smile, just work up the courage and smile, a smile can change everything you don't have to sing that long hymn, just smile.
Twenty one guns fired in unison on the days
We laid them in the ground
And to have them each call me their grandson
I was lucky and I'm proud
One left school at only 13
The other Paris Island strong
The greatest generations almost gone
May their legacy live on
They weren't scared to stand and fight
Helped teach me wrong from right when I was young
They'd give the shirt off of their back and half of what they had
Just to help someone
Brokaw got it right
On a news cast late one night
And I'll back his words without hesitation
We owe a lot to those who fought and died
The greatest generation
I watched them work up to their dying days without
A can't do attitude
Full of love and life and country pride
Well that's something, just something that you do
They put their families first
Weren't scared of hard work
Showed those they loved undying dedication
There'll never be another group of souls
Like the greatest generation
They weren't scared to stand and fight
Helped teach me wrong from right when I was young
They'd give the shirt off of their back and half of what they had
Just to help someone
Brokaw got it right
On a news cast late one night
And I'll back his words without hesitation
We owe a lot to those who fought and died
The greatest generation
Neither one would say they'd have been those men without
The women in their lives
Standing by them through thick and thin as they
Also sacrificed
They did their part while they were gone
To keep a house a home
To provide for the needs of a nation
There'll never be another group I know
Like the greatest generation
We owe them all so much appreciation
The greatest generation
my little black sheep was a heap of wool
hes a black sheep
that what he told me as he wept
those elephant tears
those were funny my dear
i remember that night
he wasnt alright
he spoke fast
like he was hoisting beer glasses
hes a funny drunk
a little hunk
on and on he went
vent, vent, vent
yet i always lend my ear
for a loving dear
he spoke, like he had ants in his pants
and he spoke something to do with his aunt
can you believe that?
nephew and aunt having a small spat
vent, vent, vent
on and on he went
me, i love a little black sheep
he knows how to make a girl go peep
and his wool
just makes me drool
and those cute ears and nose
just wants to make me strip off my clothes
he just had that effect on me
and my romantic spending spree
im a unlucky girl though, star not bright
i had him for one entire night
can you believe that
chewing the fat
vent, vent,vent
on and on he went
yep thats me
with mister church key
i showed him cleavage so he get the hint
unfortunately it didnt make a dent
i showed him some skirt
so he'd work up a squirt
it didnt make a dent
all he want to do was vent
now when i look back at my black sheep
i could give a flying peep
he had his one chance
to dance
he rather dark skies
and put wool over my eyes
connie pachecho
1/13/17
Butterflies in my stomach,
causing palms to sweat too much;
Cologne overpowering -
meant to only put on a touch.
Ready two hours early
for my first date as a man;
sixteen years in the making -
drivers license in my hand.
Took me five days to work up the nerve to call her,
after meeting her at the pool -
new girl in the neighborhood;
I was a lifeguard acting cool.
Her beauty left me speechless;
her smile weakened my knees;
Her father met me at the door,
"Be home by ten o'clock please."
We went to a movie theater -
which movie I don't recall -
wiped my hands on the legs of my pants;
I was sweating like Niagara falls.
We went for milkshakes after the movie
and she told me all about her life,
including about the boyfriend she has
where she moved from whom she really likes.
Got her home before ten o'clock;
there was no first kiss at the door -
my stomach was full of septic waste
where butterflies were dancing before.
Later on that summer,
while sitting in the lifeguard chair,
she brought him over to meet me
when he was visiting there.
Even though it was a disaster
and an experience I learned to hate
these thirty-some years later
I still remember my first date.
Sunday morning in the deep green woods.
Shoulds and should nots don’t stir my soul.
I could touch the church with my foot. I could
stretch my thighs and shins then shout.
Waking up rather late, not late, but later,
my coffee just out the gate. I stumble into
my recliner and read an unknown poet
to me. To others, I could be that utterly. Hot
on the trail of neither shoulds or should nots -
to write another poem on the spot with stains
on my cup, on my soul, or be so bold as to
go to church, raise the roof, hug the necks -
oh yes so bold as to love God and one another,
to live those two commandments, to reach heaven,
no it’s not too late. I’m out the gate. Communion
on my plate - remembrance of the life Christ lived.
Should not need a bag of nails and a hammer
to work up eternity’s sweat. Nonetheless, I’ll
follow my Lord to the moon and back. Which
moon you ask? Now isn’t that the point?
The Son of Man owns it all, and I hear the stir
of waters as the blinding light illuminates it all,
and guess what, I can see in transcending primaries,
but also in the not-seen-before, and so why do I
go to church? I stretch my hands to Abba (Daddy)
for all its worth - the provider of all that prevails.
Sunday morning in the deep green woods.
Shoulds and should nots don’t stir my soul.
A Chip Off the Old Bukowski Block ©
i sit here on the toilet
looking at the cane by my side
when did this happen?
its pronged feet could, at any moment,
scamper into a tidal pool, so much does it
remind me of a robotic crab
my mornings now consist of pills, shuffling
to the next room to pour cereal
then work up a **** before I can
leave the house
When did this happen?
bodily functions take priority as
I can no longer trust this body not
to embarrass me in public
when did this happen?
my knees are shot to hell
my bowels rumble and twist
my arthritis tears at me with sharp little teeth
my vision is perfect, cataracts
blasted away by another robot
when did this happen?
the other day my mind went on a holiday
leaving me behind, confused and blank,
frightened
is this a harbinger of what’s to come
when did this happen?
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