The opposite view
Unipolar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids
she wanted her wedding to be remembered
no one can equal
Her democracy is the bride that has
become domineering and not let in
the bridesmaid
Not even getting married if she thought her
the rule was somewhat diminished
Her attitude causes friction; others wanted
to leave to go find their own happiness
This includes Miss Russia who was
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
the fun of and dismissed.
Surprised, we were when out of the shadows
grew and demanded an equal place on the in
the beauty contest, where women in cowboy
hat ruled
but the domineering woman had to grow and
the woman in the cowboy hat
knew Miss Russia had to be subdued rapidly
and set out to ruin her reputation to preserve
her hegemon, she said, was a gift from God
the white deity who loves Miss America
The people at the wedding
a subdued, Miss Russia would be allowed
to exit as a junior partner if she helped to catch
miss China, whose beauty was fabulous
not seen for two thousand years
The woman in the cowboy hat could once more
be the belle of the ball
you can’t smile, they won’t take you seriously
If in the past you had patronized
the sandwich shop where I once
worked baking every loaf of bread
or the pharmacy where I arranged
each product neatly on the shelves
answering customers' questions
standing for nearly nine hours each shift
on cement floors in cheap dollar store shoes
with holes worn in their poorly padded soles
paid poverty wages in exchange for my efforts
I would have greeted you with a warm smile
and a happy hello asking how I could help you
as I always did when anyone entered
no matter who they happened to be
Of course I would have recognized you
but I'm not the sort to behave unprofessionally
Even if you had believed me to be the most
beautiful woman you had ever seen and
we had struck up a conversation discovering
we had too many interests in common to count
after I'd made your sandwich to sate your hunger
or found exactly what you were looking for
you would have simply thanked me
and paid the bill before walking out the door
Nothing more
The brown bear
During Yeltsin years when he sold Russia down the river
People in the west loved the brown bear
we patronized the Russian as vodka swilling village idiots.
The cuddly bear died, and a steely-eyed fox to the helm
and the Russians was no longer cuddly.
The Russian federation was no longer willing to play
the game ascribed by the western press no longer willing
to be pushed around and laughed at.
Putin, the fox, turned Russia into a modern state that has
a modern army that is powerful if stirred by the west.
Russia wants peace but does not like the encroachment
by NATO/US, that is like Indians in western movies
encircling the wagons.
Putin, president of Russia, vilified by the western media
and the EU, ain’t forgiving
even the capitalists know this and stalk carefully.
In Full View
David J Walker
Twice this week
I failed the test of
mirrored self-recognition
Denying any demesne of the
face refracted in the broken
glass of time
It is not me
It is not mine
A patronized visualization of
which of the last pictures
I remember and recognize
From time
As if I had died at an early age
Of innocence and youthful beauty
As if wading up a spreadsheet
With the sum of the days of age
Which part of the tapestry
Would I unthread
As I lay my head on the alter
Of the pedestal of History
And fall sleep
In full view of the mirror
Old as in a TV program
I watched a TV program set in an older people home
there was a murder with a pillow done by a nurse who stole
valuable items from the week and feeble patience.
Well, our detective solved the case and the owner of the home
was in this foul deed he sold the stolen items.
So far, so good, what I disliked was the patient killed was
eighty years old as was the other at this home.
For the first time in my life, I realized I was one of them
and I got suspicious are people at supermarket patronizing
I, when I make my feeble jokes, does the waiter at the cafe
serves me first in case I get elderly grumpy.
Can I trust that people speak to me as an equal and no someone
they have agreed within a concern of my age.
Are my opinions dismissed as an older man´s prattle?
I can´t bear the thought of being patronized by anyone except
my wife, she has always thought I´m mad.
I have no friends. All I can do is talking to myself.
They’re on the march again
Cool jerk protesting
has turned into
hip-hop stylus skipping
That same delusional dream
make you wanna ...
make you wanna
Make you wanna
keep a time capsule sleeping
Demockcrysieze favorite patronized people
are on the march once more
Their circular logic
is the insomnia same as it was sixty years before —
Shuffling along,
dancing predictably
to the same old Triple color cloth con threescore
That imaginary dream
continue to march
to an alternate reality drumbeat
As their civil rights keep auto-repeat
get trampled on con-stitutionally
I square
for the life of me,
those jitter bugging, ballot blind people
don’t wanna see
the root cause
that makes them so half-stepping feeble
I dawn surmise,
woke theorize
Dem marching orders
is what make King mocking birds of pray
suppressed vote sing
I can do obtuse,
Said the rhymer to blank verser,
I can reference classical,
Be Keatish and elitist.
But I would much rather ruminate,
upon the penultimate,
In words that illuminate,
The subject to disseminate.
Having patronized the writer,
whose Verse, is that much lighter,
I would have to say, the Scribbler,
Excelling in Blank metre,
Lends gravitas, to the spoken word,
As acted in the theatre.
Let's not forget, there's room for all,
who love the written word.
Write down the Prose,
The rhyme or verse,
And let it all be shared.
Both Milton and Shakespeare,
did the ultimate with blank,
Because they both had genius,
It is them, we have to thank,
The nursery rhyme has merit,
in engendering in the young,
A love of rhyming couplets,
Especially when, they're sung.
Perpetual posturing
Stuck anchored down by the positioning of a perfect picture
A perfect picture with no permission to persist
Descending to this consumption
Piss and vinegar in a pill capsule to portray the presumption
Of a petulant peasant painted in peer-pressure
Puppeteering the pendulum of a parent in postpartum
Part of the play
This pig patronized in pestilence
Penance awarded by the penetration in post mortem
Part of the play, it is
This is the way down
Uncommon Man
hard hat
lunch bucket
high steel walker
at home where eagles soar.
mole, in pits and holes
deep, dark cracking stone
labyrinth’s glitter.
salt stained, rocking seas
tread her whims
for silver glint glimmer.
nine to five, three shift
two shift
blue denim Atlas
balances the World.
vilified, patronized
then dehumanized
into work units
commerce engine
used up, spat out
but they abide.
Daily, Diana coils herself
In a dirty corner on top
The ever patronized Mararaba
Pedestrian bridge
Cold mingling in her ribs
Like a poisonous snake, she
Hissed and turned thru and fro.
Hunger, offending strongly, her stomach
The Sound of her crack voice,
Her very cherished choice,
Refraining from exuding properly,
Though she yearns for the passersby to come to her aid.
So, her bony fingers,
She straightened in the air,
Calling for food or water,
Pedestrians roaming, every man to his own
Even they can see she’s like dying,
Packed aside like cabbage garbage,
By life’s fateful decision.
Hungry Diana, lonely and bony
Some time, some take note of her
Duty post and dash her a penny or two.
Most at time majority disdain and discard her,
Some stigmatize her,
Some defraud and rob her
Others even rape her.
Oh! Stark and dark world,
Adding the pains to the wounds of her life.
Hungry Diana, give me a clue,
Why shouldering the plights of this Earth?
Were you a delinquent?
You are not alone Oh!
Lonely Diana for my prayers are chiefly with you.
Onyilo Charlesmelody
Lightning Ink
Picture Perfect
She exuded a vindictive pride -
not frightened – not fortunate.
She would bathe in the amazing ritual -
opening night. All eyes, all attention,
focused on her. She would arise – victorious.
Critics reviews a sweet prelude to a vision.
Her presence would beguile millions.
The awakening was awful.
The vicious betrayal of a dimming corridor,
finding herself alone in a darkened corner.
Life’s gruesome, oval moon,
depressions grim monolith,
patronized by the annoyingly delightful,
opaque interpretations
of jaundiced museum goers.
7/13/2016
Make a Poem #2
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
21 words to be used in poem
awful, amazing, annoying
grim, gruesome, delightful
frightened, fortunate, finding
monolith, moon, museum
oval, opaque, opening
patronize, pride, prelude
vicious, vindictive, victorious
through generations---
clan patronized eldest son
till women claimed rights
Patriarchy Contest
8 July 2015
All his life he's been ridiculed and patronized....but
he'll take any moment to show you true love inside,
no he doesn't need reciprocation because he is used to no participation...
He of love, all the caring souls adore him but it's just not enough,
He of love, lonely and left out in the rain, all the darkness and pain..this is something that cannot be over came....
An endless array, still he of love awakens to walk amongst all the careless each day...
Since time’s distant dawn
Men have told lies
Calling it truth
The facts, patronized.
But truth doth not jest
It is what it is
It’s the brim on a hat,
It’s a bride’s wedding dress.
Revered in our lives
Honest men we respect
For uttering truths
We’ve all come to expect.
Yet lies now made vogue
Scatter truth like the birds
And no handshake will do
To shore up men’s words.
So do well to respect
The integrity of sleuth
Pinpointing all lies
Shining light on untruth.
Just recall the pure facts
As they actually occurred
Lies have no one's back
And in the end
Only truth is remembered.
© Michael Wegman, 2014
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