10 crabs together in a plastic bag
A friend who brought them for dinner to take home
Crab feast
Subway ride
MTA NYC D train to the Bronx
Observed one of the crabs maneuvering through the subway car
Fast mover that got far
There’s your dinner, after it
Get that crab
However, the crab was spotted by several commuters as one woman screamed and total chaos began
I wanted to laugh, but didn’t make it obvious
So I just held back, and acted like nothing happened
Before I got off to change trains, I told my friend, good luck crabbing home
I changed subway lines at Rockefeller Center for my fantastic F for Queens, New York
Once I got home, I called and asked my friend did she make it home with her bundle of crabs minus one
My friend said yes, but she stated when she unloaded them, they were fighting each other
Crabs will be crabs I responded
Such a crabby scene.
You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines
she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet
tracing paper cyan heed
never a plotter, never a san Juan never a San Francisco
But she is there too, with things on the verge of unsayable , she is there, too!
not to announce i am possible
but to possibly remind
even an ounce meant!
Rockefeller center and Rockford too
hit hard rock bottom with your pain
with all her pensive boon!
the 'MOTHER'S DAY' Poetry Contest entry
To make money do what you may
And let no rules come in your way,
Capitalism blares
As laissez-faire declares
Wild ways to thievery,
Packaged nigh cleverly
For robber barons of today,
Who should look in mirror
To reflect on error
And ponder, made they are of clay.
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Happenings |19.11.2024|money, business, mirror
Poet’s note: US, who has charged an Adani company of financial misdeeds, needs to look into its own history of capitalism. The first two lines of this ditty talk of what laissez-faire was and still largely is. A list compiled in 1934 named 26 robber barons (a German term for knights who charged illegal tolls from travellers along with other forms of thuggery). The list includes Andrew Carnegie, JP Morgan, and John D Rockefeller-- who later turned philanthropists and promoters of art to earn rubber stamp of public approval. The country reminds us of a cat on a pilgrimage:
Upon killing hundreds of mice,
A cat is out to wash her vice,
On holy pilgrimage
To pop up her image,
Poor mice paying her laundry price.
four little Hallows Eve spooks sitting on a fence
Named Ford, Carter, Rockefeller and Pence.
Camouflaged as jacks, the little one says.
She is persnickety and impolite, we call her Inez.
This is my song, says the singer; Stay out of it, please.
It is ghostly and spooky, this floats to them on a breeze.
The jacks are quiet when a werewolf howls their way.
It turns their lights to black, scary end to their ghostly day.
I am the Boy Scouts who become
Official.
I am Charlie Chaplin film that
Makes you giggle.
I am the triangle shirtwaist
Factory fire.
I am Margaret Sanger the birth
Control supplier.
I am the Titanic sinks in
The ocean.
I am the Spanish flu
In motion.
I am the Red Baron takes
To the sky.
I am Rockefeller that
Billionaire guy.
I am the Coast Guard's first
Day on the job.
I am the first crossword
Puzzle to solve.
I am Tommy submachine
Gun in supply.
I am Mata Hari the exotic
Dancing spy.
I am the first Indy
500 race.
I am the Oreo cookie,
Can't wait to taste.
I am Mexico and Arizona
Become states.
I am World War One starts
To take shape.
I am the National Hockey league
When it was formed.
I am Daylight savings time when
It was born.
I am the international telephone
Line.
I am prohibition no alcohol
Or wine.
Turbo1904
I left out riding my bike down
first street over looking the
wildly calm river artist's lined
bicentennial entrance way where
Thomas Edison Rockefeller
and Ford feasted on clams
my mind wandered about
the timing of the dem lights to
brighten the garden lofts above
the streets soft jazz from
Billie holiday rang out down
old Hendry street my heart strings
mingled with the Sunday drivers
passing by after mass fondly
trying to pick me up leaving
the shops it was noon it was
damp the sun peeked in behind
the gulf today a few children
skipped by carrying balloons
while the fishermen tossed nets
near the shore sand collected
beneath my toes as two boats
docked this was home my life
an yet the Caribbean whispered
to me waves slammed against
the stone walls I felt a few sprinkles
I quickly dashed into the book store
on the corner while the aroma of fresh
French bread gather all of my senses
luring me to a sit down with brunch
tiny raisin bagels diced mangos
inside a vintage wine glass
one thousand sparrows flew
backwards within the breeze
as I rest on the steps of St Francis
The Trilateral Commission,
is an organization,
founded in 1973 by David Rockefeller,
to bring businessmen and political leaders together,
from the United States, Europe, Japan and where ever,
in order to bring economic and political cooperation,
among their member's varied nations.
That is what they want us to believe,
but the truth is that they are launching a diabolical scheme,
to strip away all national boundaries,
and bring about an international community,
eventually establishing a one world government,
with the Rockefellers calling the shots on the world's population.
Yellow cabs and pavements they call sidewalks,
Grand Central Station and the Metro too,
Central Park as big as a small city,
The Empire State’s great panoramic view.
A walk through Greenwich Village or through Chelsea,
The Hudson flowing deep beneath our feet,
Madison Square Garden for the boxing,
Musical named 42nd Street.
Take a ferry over to the statue,
That’s situated on Liberty Isle,
Stand at the base of the one World Trade Center,
The tallest u.s. building for a while.
Brooklyn Bridge and Rockefeller Centre,
A symbol of amazing self-made wealth,
Times Square to welcome in a brand new year,
A Macy’s trip to help your mental health!
The yankees stadium lies in the outskirts,
Back to the centre for a Broadway show,
Bloomingdales the height of any fashion,
Museums and Parks everywhere you go.
So get a cycle or hire yellow taxis,
To see most though I’d recommend you walk,
To see sights of a 24 hour city,
The magic and the beauty of New York!
Ten thousands sparkling lights
Into one tree
Little childrens dream coming true
Rockefeller Center at her best
24 meters way up high
Her needles showing glossy
Straight from the forest
At the center of New York to see
By rich and by poor
On the main square
There will be Christmas for everyone
As it should be
Now...
Metaphors dance in my mind
and there's a word I'm hoping
to find, a line familiar as
"I want you to be mine."
Relying on the fact that
poetry hasn't failed me yet
I hope you approve the way
God chose Moses's mouthpiece
and includes all thou's,
ye's, I's and me's
I want you to possess me
the way a forty-niner
would gold.
Blaze a trail through
Oregon greenery and
I'll follow you like
Rockefeller wealth
and hereditary genomes
wearing Nike shoes
till two becomes unified
I promise to pursue you.
Then...
I pictured sunflowers and
spilled rutabagas on grandma's
corner peeled linoleum.
She wore a halo and
shooed away storms
Her hello sounded like hallelujah
and hummed Blessed Assurance
as her dentures soaked
in baking soda.
Eventually...
You're reminding me of
the women of my youth
The qualities of a praying woman
has been man's best protection
The metaphor, word, and
line familiar found:
"He hasn't failed me yet,"
I can hear her saying.
I picture you praying.
Natural resources plundered worldwide
Everyone's a suspect
Watching us and all we do
Working our fingers to the bone until the day we die
One world government the ultimate plan
Rights to free speech being violated
Lets spare a thought for the third world nations
Disease and death on the daily
Oswald the patsy
Rockefeller Rothschild Rich Rich Rich
Do celebrities really need 20 million dollars per movie
Educate yourself, read a book, open your mind
Revolution
People from all over come to see the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
Men, women, children alike – all say it’s a most beautiful sight.
Every year they search for the tallest Christmas tree
And decorate it so carefully.
There is nothing left to chance – there must be bulbs on every branch.
This tree is a symbol of our right to be free Put up each year for the world to see.
It has become symbolic to us like the Thanksgiving Day parade
New years on Times Square which are the things
That AMERICA shares.
Every dream that you perceive – in NEW YORK CITY can be achieved.
There are centers of every kind- where dreams become alive
The diamond center, the garment center, the art center too
And that’s just to name a few.
The United Nations was built on these grounds
Where every language can be found.
NEW YORK CITY where I was born and raised
I give you thanks and I give you praise. © LRams
it’s said a soldier must fight till war’s end,
retreat isn’t permitted, it’s like saying
“yes” without “sir” in Klan land,
it’s simply unheard of
there’s an inner fight ensuing
leaving its host ruined
Visit the darker corners of
a war torn mind & you’ll find
a battered hero cowering
disguised as bold
underneath that bravado
hides brokenness.
bullet fragments extracted
had deposited night sweats,
anxiety, the bloody images of
a battle’s ACU top soaked
with AB negative,
it only takes one day out
of 365 to turn a year disastrous
As life continues to accumulate
Pointless and memorable moments
I can see LT Burk’s blood
soak into his camouflaged top
An unforgettable red
Redder than the stripes on an American flag
Redder than Snow White’s apple
Or a Norman Rockefeller painted tricycle
Red Camouflage hides unspeakable pain
I wonder what shade of red the nation sees
when camouflage bleeds?
While gazing down from the Rockefeller Tower
My girlfriend and I soon began to glower
While surveying Central Park we then thought
How much could we get for it if we bought
Trying to figure that out took over an hour
that first breath after hearing Beethoven
inhaling life from him
John’s many gifts to me
feeling his tears at La Boheme
hearing him laugh at Carmen
sharing the shock of a trembling “Equus”* audience
Broadway, Times Square, Rockefeller Center
hours of sharing our innermost secrets
strolling through Central Park
John, you opened my eyes, my world
but failed to teach me one thing...
how to live “Without You”*
*"Equus" is a play by Peter Shaffer
*"Without You" by Nilsson was our song
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