on crenshaw
carousing in cavernous cafes
slicing into earthen skin
the meat dancers bring it to a boil
they murder the rug
they scrounge for earth worms
the fish head girls bob like sea birds
telephoning purple mermaids for a date
they have no name tags and no flowers
they sing sad madrigals to the starfish
they know this is the last pavane
the final curtsy before night goes down
before morning arises under white sheets
loosening the brain screws
burning the instruction manuals
imbibing the nylon remonstrations
on crenshaw
a lonely woman croons
an oozing torch song to the dirt people
they sit erect in a dark morgue
chittering like insects
singing cool blues music to the meat dancers
they bring it to a boil
with burgers bullets and beef cake
genius guitar freak vivisects clawing time
he twangs his axe with a searing solo
he plays psychedelic lullabies to the dead
his music torturing the earth worms
Categories:
remonstrations, america, memory,
Form: Free verse
Our Revolution sought limitations
On imposition of regulations,
But supplications met deprecation
And castigations not reformation.
Such condescension sparked protestation
And contemplation of separation;
This supposition stirred apprehension -
A premonition of confrontation.
But, declamations and remonstrations
Spurred agitation toward Declaration,
While provocations and deprivations
Steeled resolution for liberation.
War's prosecution, through execution,
Forged dedication for recognition;
Its culmination brought dissolution
And vindication for aspirations.
While extrication brought satisfaction
States' acclamations lacked definition.
This Federation showed imperfections;
Low validation forced redirection.
Deft composition penned Constitution;
Strong propositions scored affirmation.
Hence, generations find inspiration
And preservation their obligation.
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Tell all the people yet to come
Democracy is what we chose;
Their mission's goal: protect it from
All foreign and domestic foes.
Categories:
remonstrations, anniversary, appreciation, celebration, history,
Form: Rhyme
Dissenters dominate the streets,
The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
The best path to reelection.
Yet remonstrations rally relentless,
One man’s terminal chokehold
A symbol of structural racism.
A metaphor for the socioeconomic suffocation,
The clamor and commotion
torn and tormenting in every town.
Protestors street hue and cry,
voices of the marginalized and forgotten .
A human chain of disputant dissentients,
Occupiers striking for a new order.
Rebels demanding
a new systemic justice.
Categories:
remonstrations, america, anger, change, murder,
Form: Political Verse
Stuck in the past, I lie awake
In my bed wondering why I let you go
When mad blood made the mistake
I could in all probability forgo.
Stripped of volition, I search every recess of my mind
For answers why you walked out on me
When impulse and insanity drove me blind
To consequences like a dunce I couldn’t foresee.
Whipped into delirium, I cry and cry
Tearing my hair, airing frustrations
And remonstrations that your departure cannot belie
Despite regrets I express for my inconsiderate actions and emotions.
Shorn of free will and common sense, I curse shadows and memories
That remind of me of the sad day
When tired of my escapade stories
You could neither stand my foibles nor wish me happy birthday.
Categories:
remonstrations, poems,
Form: Free verse
Old voices echoed
Stubbornly until they drowned
Soft remonstrations
Old worn useless endearments
Rising waters held silence
Categories:
remonstrations, life,
Form: Tanka
...to My Mom
She was always in the kitchen,
kneading pastry with good humour,
blending garnishes and gossip
as she wove her magic wand
and it was dinner time.
Struggling with algebra
I'd agonize for hours, 'til frustration
got the best of me, she tucked me into bed.
In the morning she was ready with
two fried eggs, the answer, and a hug.
Music was her gift to me, along with
many others, the sound of her soprano
voice still mellow in the air,
the wrath of God was nothing to
her tantrums at my misbehaviour.
Sights and smells come bursting through
as if it were just yesterday,
gentle guidance, remonstrations,
blending like her recipes
for cakes and codes of conduct.
Categories:
remonstrations, family,
Form: Verse
...to My Mum
She was always in the kitchen,
kneading pastry with good humour,
blending garnishes and gossip
as she plied her magic wand
and it was dinner time.
Struggling with algebra
I'd agonize for hours, 'til frustration
got the best of me, she tucked me into bed.
In the morning she was ready with
a fried egg explanation and a hug.
Music was her gift to me, along with
many others, the sound of her soprano
voice still ringing in the air,
the wrath of God was nothing to
her tantrums at my misbehaviour.
Sights and smells come bursting through
as if it were just yesterday,
gentle guidance, remonstrations
blending like her recipes
for cakes and moral codes.
Categories:
remonstrations, dedication
Form: Verse
I hate my door,
I hate a knock...
Cause lately...
All I get is shock
This time it was ten,
Eager vacuum salesmen,
With ready pen...
Each bi-focalled
Painted on smile...
Always ready
To go the extra mile...
Another sales commission,
Delivering stuff,
Without permission
Be at the next company
Before they caught on,
Smiling proud,
Bigger commissions
Where he'd gone...
Now I was in no mood
For vacs, or knocks,
Or demonstrations,
Or heart felt sales remonstrations....
I opened it up,
Baseball bat in hand...
How many would one swing
Send into the stand?
Ten nervous giggles,
Ten vacs held up in defense...
Doesn't matter....Ten
"Over the fence!"
Categories:
remonstrations, adventure, funny, parody, satire,
Form: Burlesque