OF BOOMARANGING INJUSTICE
No, we can’t say it didn’t happen; it did!
Senate produced and White House directed.
Improvised and played out before our eyes:
And they said the revolution wouldn’t be televised.
However, just check out daily Breaking News
Of Trumpian overtures being played out in classical
Themes of constitutional comedies of errors:-
(And the beat goes on.)
Where noosing ropes once stretched
And pulled innocent necks, we must now take hands
And pull down inking votes, noosing injustice!
Now, in the present of the future’s past, we must show
That truth spat and dumped upon, shall rise again.
Come, let us throw the boomerang of reciprocity,
Shattering the bigoted “in” out of bloody injustice,
Rebirthing the mountaintop of gained justice/-
Remember, it’s better to be aware than sorry:
Our confused and abused youth are watching us:-
Let not history again reduce ourstory to footnotes:
Let us continue to rise, with our eyes still on the prize.
(Let’s not be as Sisyphus; but as Jacob.)
I catch my own eyes in the bathroom mirror
before I even turn the cold water on.
I watch every quiet, hopeful plan I made
get quietly picked apart and gone.
I wear this skin, I answer to my name,
I’m the author of every doubt I hide.
I pull down my own small victories
and stand my own worst foe, inside.
When 5 a.m. hits with its pale blue light
and promises a second chance to try,
I drag out old mistakes from years ago
just to give myself a reason why.
I tell myself I am not man enough,
that every step forward is a fake,
that the moment things get steep or real
I’ll bend beneath the weight and break.
I sit at my desk in the afternoon slump,
building a maze out of unread mail.
I lock the doors, throw away the keys,
and then wonder why I’m set to fail.
I dissect every single word I said,
turning harmless moments into debt.
I don't need anyone to tear me down,
I haven't even given myself a chance yet.
And yet I'm the one who holds the pen,
the one who keeps writing out the fear.
If I'm the architect of all this noise,
I'm the only one who can clear it from here.
A PERSPECTIVE IN LIFE’S UPS AND DOWNS
Late last night, I was
Parallel to the full moon:-
That changed this morning:
I am perpendicular
To another day’s sunshine
Glory be to God
Another surviving night,
And its rising day:
Me ready for all of life’s
Up and down tribulations:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let’s forever be in God’s
Labors of His love:
Seeking true equality
For all of humanity:-
In life’s ups and downs,
Let us pull down injustice;
Raising up justice:
Don’t be blind to injustice,
Up there, pulling down, justice:-:
Much more could be said,
But it’s parallel time now—
Tomorrow waiting:
May God see fit to have me
Perpendicular again:-
They brag with close minds,
They argue the blinds;
Not only for fun,
But also to shun...
The gut of all facts,
The shy face impacts.
Truth can't dare pull down,
Unless each turns clown...
Pampering lies with jokes,
Noxious joy evokes
Following till it fails,
When reality trails
And invalidate -
Lies, truth liquidate.
There is a most peaceful, restorative place
where I can spend hours to unwind and renew.
Our sunroom addition becomes a showcase
for nature's blue sky, rolling hills, river view;
for many a year, my own magical space-
clear walls, a glass roof with sun filtering through.
My heaven on earth where life's joys multiply
indoors, yet outside, neath the beautiful sky.
Conversely, there is a vast space that I hate
and so, I spend minimal time being there.
It bothers me so to pull down the wood gate
to our attic above as I climb each stair.
Sixty-seven long years, to store things, our trait!
Claustrophobia hits the moment I stare
at all those saved items with no reason why!
I'm out of there fast before I start to cry.
Lethargic
No memory
One of those days
No motivation
Just laziness
Slumber in the day
Pull down the shade
Descend beneath
Into a deep sleep
Have you ever been Lethargic?
Submerged in silence
Falling away
Into the void
Turn off the noise
Darkness covers the light
Going under for hours
Block out the sun
Cease the night
Candles burn, no shine
Mind going down stream
Embrace the emptiness
I do not want a neon God
Orange bright
Flourescent pink, glowing light
For all to see
In darkest night
I'd rather have
The subtle charm
With strength to hold in every arm
Or patient hope
And solid calm
I do not need
The flashy stuff on garish stage
With visuals on every page
As life rotates
Through human age
The wisdom now
To soulful dreams
Is silence it seems
That reveals
God's delicate schemes
The inner room
The heart space, clear
Where gratitude for every tear
Is soaked by love
Replacing fear
The worldly clamour
For my mind
The buzzing lights so unrefined
Revealed deception
Cruel, unkind
I neutralise
With heavenly truth
A mystery disguised to youth
Of settled soul. Of peaceful rhythm
Released control
A rhyme untainted
The ancient rule
Of beauty unpainted so old it's cool
The teacher's in...
Not classroom school
That neon fad
That tragic shouting
From soapbox square, no crumbs for birds
Meaningless pouting
Just empty words
So I resolve to dim the bright
Pull down the shade
So that there might
Be revelation by
Internal light
Looking back, while looking forward
Am I really sate to go
Backwards, when I’m going onward
Pacing fast and sometime slow
One road ends, then goes another
Same exactly as the old
Where to go to, moving further
Do I really have a goal
Maybe I’m amnesiac
Partly this explains my doubts
If the memory I lack
Sends me back to same old grounds
How come that I feel uncertain
Within this unconscious drift
Pull down, or pull back the curtain
Either way makes no big diff.
Sadly sadly farage it seems?has become self-important
Upon the world scene.' Denigrating a man who called for
His help..' in rallys in London..That were really well turned out.'
Is he taking for granted an empathy from Trump.? I've looked for other reasons.' Yet in truth I am stumped.' Small
Cracks can become fissiures.? And could pull down the
Elect I put nothing beyond the w e f, they have such a brass
Neck.' I suppose nothings new ever under the sun, just how true
To today, could that scripture run.?
How lucky it is
to have winds of time
weather your frame
like sand,
to have bones
made feeble by age,
to love
till it rots,
to have lived
until spring rises from your heart.
Someday, when
your eyes would open
like the sunrise,
and new birds would sing
an old tale,
you'll be an earthworm
building a legacy, this world
can never pull down.
(A lone voice whispers)
As a person, you must know
Deep down
You're part of one of the most spiritually
Illuminating
Literary movements there has ever been
A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between
A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks
Open closed doors
By maybe writing a blog or book
To walk through anthills and moors
Of poetic stanzas
To find who you really are
As you pause and really look
For above all things
Magic in poetry is real
A form of rebellion from the mundane
A resolution
A Bonanza
To push back boundaries in a form of grassroots resistance
To power and social control
To be able to purge the destructive nature of humanity and the need to share its beauty
To those watching on patrol
As they go
For you are so gifted
So never be afraid to share your Illumination of the soul
For someone somewhere
Always needs to be lifted
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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The painting jumped; it jumped at me.
Surprised, I rose to view.
The heart it beat; it’s gold, it’s red.
I blink the wings that stretch.
Pull down the sky; the moon outstretch:
For angel’s mine to fetch.
Subtle the head, did nod in fact.
The faceless nice was pink.
The halo sun, a whole-some note;
Resounds the shining frame.
The subtlety won’t fall for fame.
A slight reflective flame.
Pure white, the angel within view.
See-through; the bluest sky.
Off shoulders arc the pomp.
Serenade of wild hues.
Quickened in place; It’s quite a ruse.
Silent of toodeloos.
My shame is my scarlet letter
Sewn stitch by stitch by years
A scarlet letter emblazoned
An alphabet on my chest
A superhero’s symbol disguised
Find me a phone booth
Tear off my Brook Brothers shirt
Pull down my J Crew pants
It’s good to see my scarlet letter
Fly like a speeding bullet
Save us before we fall
Into the maddening crowd
Is it a superpower
When everyone has it too
No man is free from shame
All of us Hesters in disguise
Superheroes without shame
Some heroes act without applause
Some of us for Pearls in oysters
I can hear Dimmsdale’s sermon
My Chillingworth condemns me
My scarlet letter beats on my chest
My shame for all to see
My superpower my weakness
My weakness on full display
God chose the weak in this world
We bring shame to the strong
We are the stones of Zion
We cause the shameless to pause
Look back on our scarlet letter
Shameless in our exposition
Without shame what are we?
Without the scarlet letter
Aren’t we just numbers?
Created to love and be loved
Where love in it's purest is sacrificial above all things
Love seeks not its own interest but the interest of the other
But a deviation from the original design is the state of our state and the state of our mind
Everyone mindfully minding their business but business isn't possible without buyers and the sellers.
Men and women are now lovers of themselves
As self is now the predominant denominator in every form of relationship that we seek.
But this wasn't the plan
For God so loved the world that those in the world may love
But when we love we love with expectations and sometimes expectations hurt.
We hurt and make hurt
We mare, destroy, pull-down till everyone down feels hurt.
But this wasn't the plan
In love with the world he gave son and the sun to light the world for the good and the bad
For love isn't complete without
Patience, truthfulness and kindness
And when love hurts, it forgives
For love was the original design
We were made to love and be loved.
For this was our original design
You know that feeling…
The one of a love filled with hate
When you love someone
So so much,
That you’d do anything for them
Because they are all you live for
But also,
because,
You hate them
You want to flee
And never ever look back
Just for a chance
of a little freedom
Because
You both are going through ,
And don't care to empathize,
For each other,
Because
You’ve both seen,
Opposite sides of the same world,
That just can’t seem,
To meet in the middle
Because
you are mad,
That they don’t
Deal with your problems,
Even if you ask for help,
Because
each others’ problems,
Just. matter, more,
Because,
Your idea of happiness,
Is the opposite of theirs,
Yeah,
I want to pull down that feeling too,
To pretend like nothing has ever happened,
Between us,
But I can’t can I?
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