we are the authors of our life's opus
every scene and every chapter
we hold the pen as we record
history dreams and ambitions
stepping into the shoes of the hero
our integrity and pride on the line
one day we'll sign off on that final page
Another American Colony
poisoned with venom and hate
Consumed by the world’s great religions
apparently, this was its fate
The Palestine homeland was stolen
by the powerful in our world
They took it and gave it to others
named it Israel, a new flag unfurled
Then created a thing they call AIPAC
for the funneling of funds every year
Take American taxpayer dollars
with each bomb that is dropped, they all cheer
The Parties all do it together
Jews and gentiles sign-off on the funds
Together with makers of weapons
we all pay for the bullets and guns
America’s funding a genocide
our Senators and Reps have no shame
As the people pay all of the taxes
together we share all the blame
Netanyahu, a villain and killer
has a bank that’s called US of A
Anytime that he wants to kill Gazans
AIPAC’s ready with money to play
As for Schumer, he has in his pocket
Booker, Jeffries and Torres and more
It is why he keeps running for office
to keep Israel funded for war
Now the Trumps plan a new Riviera
by Republicans they will be led
With American taxpayer money
they will build it on all of the dead
Even now my memory evokes
"Th th th thats all folks"
Porky pig stuttered this to sign off
Popped out of a drum, not his trough
"Mother’s Milk"
I don’t know -
what would you have me say?
Life is a gourmond perfume
rolling along on the notes of air
intoxicating musk a jubilee
music you breathe and reign in
words lactonic heaven scent
stimulating the beginning and the end
in synaethesia the let down presents
succelent life, a moment brief and swift
a hint of warm peppered cinnamon
with gunshot sparks recalcitrant pink
a straight shot from the heady accord first off
hard points from mother’s breast rouge the plot
we drink it all in
life is the sweetest illusion
bittersweet and burnt bent
we are all drunk to it;
before we begin,
we begin again,
we are swallowed large
into this small life
like an unknown mystery
karmic charms chime in
fragrant and infragrant notes
recalcitrant journeys
roads less taken
sweet and bitter almonds
we hear the distant bells chime
we sign off reluctantly
to only begin it all again
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Dear tenants, as you toil and strive,
Remember that God is on your side.
Take heart, for your work is not in vain,
The blessings will come, through the pain.
Though it's hard, to pay your rent,
Respect your landlord, pay it on time.
And then you'll see, your life improve,
As you reap the blessings you deserve.
So take care of your rent, like it's for u,
And the blessing will come, it's true.
Trust in God, and do what is right,
And you'll find joy, through the night.
With this advice, I'll sign off now,
But remember, there's a brighter day.
Dear tenants, as you toil and strive,
Remember that God is on your side.
Take heart, for your work is not in vain,
The blessings will come, through the pain.
Though it's hard, to pay your rent,
Respect your landlord, pay it on time.
And then you'll see, your life improve,
As you reap the blessings you deserve.
So take care of your rent, like it's for u,
And the blessing will come, it's true.
Trust in God, and do what is right,
And you'll find joy, through the night.
With this advice, I'll sign off now,
But remember, there's a brighter day.
Been signing off lately with 'loving hugs'
Though miles and miles apart
My love is sincere and every bit as meaningful
As if your were standing in my doorway about to leave
I have so much love to give
It is overflowing
Some people may think it's not sincere
Trust me, if I sign off with, love and hugs from Jack
It is sincere, believe me
If you ask me how I got this way
I don't have a good answer
All I know is I've been overflowing with love
All my life
But since retiring, it's even more intense
Perhaps it's the thought I can no longer look ahead
Twenty or thirty years and make plans
So I sit and reflect on what has gone before
Giving thanks for the dear friendships I've had
And in particular for those I have now
I also give thanks for the extraordinary life
I have been so fortunate to have had
We all should remember the good things
And sign off with 'loving hugs'
Tomorrow is forever and bound to come
Been signing off lately with 'loving hugs'
Though miles and miles apart
My love is sincere and every bit as meaningful
As if your were standing in my doorway about to leave
I have so much love to give
It is overflowing
Some people may think it's not sincere
Trust me, if I sign off with, love and hugs from Jack
It is sincere, believe me
If you ask me how I got this way
I don't have a good answer
All I know is I've been overflowing with love
All my life
But since retiring, it's even more intense
Perhaps it's the thought I can no longer look ahead
Twenty or thirty years and make plans
So I sit and reflect on what has gone before
Giving thanks for the dear friendships I've had
And in particular for those I have now
I also give thanks for the extraordinary life
I have been so fortunate to have had
We all should remember the good things
And sign off with 'loving hugs'
For tomorrow is a gift that may never come
Nature doesn't give a damn,
she will sign off on a mom dog
ripping open her puppy's belly
sucked up its insides like it was chili topping
on one of those hotdogs, you’d buy from
a street vendor downtown, and.
Sweet little Fannie 'the wife’s pooch',
was that mother from hell.
Devouring her first and only litter of three
the day of their birth, but.
God bless the wife.
She still smacks on her lips and tells her,
she loves her.
Like she tells our children, our disappointments
each time they come by for a visit.
A month without you
It hardly seems true
The days they just drag
Like some lingering flu
I miss all those chats
With the cheek and the charm
I wonder if, maybe
Would a call be no harm?
I reel myself in
No of course, that's not fair
Reminding I'm here
And you're way over there
Nonetheless, it's not pretty
This dark empty space
The void here inside
Well, it feels out of place
So a poem of solace
I thoughtfully muse
Where it's only cathartic
Unlikely to bruise
In the meantime I send
All the love I can muster
If you have a new friend
Just be sure you can trust her
I'm not bitter, just achey
So I'll sign off for now
I just hope that you're happy
And that one day, somehow
We can grab an oat latte
Catch-up on old times
Laugh like we used to
Punching out these odd rhymes
CV 25.1.24
Life pilots Death
Death navigates Life
let Karma not be
your flight less traveled
Seat belts sign off.
The streets of Soup Creek are now somber and dark.
We have lost a fellow poet, but never his spark.
Lewis Milton Hankins, spent 81 heartfelt years on this earth.
I will mourn with those who mourn and rejoice for his birth.
He was a first-class poet and a first-class friend.
People like Milton, are a definite godsend.
He said what he meant and meant what he said.
His lips spoke the truth and they never misled.
He was gifted with the arts, it thrived in his blood.
He will forever be in Jenna’s, at a table dealing stud.
In Soup Creek we are immortal, our spirit will never die.
A Poet’s words are magic and always free to fly.
For each word spoke and every poem read.
The poet will live on because their words are never dead.
I’ll sign off for now and bid this Poet my final farewell.
As for the gambler in Soup Creek, there will be no death knell.
Got a rant tonight, y’all
About its versus it’s
Now the first is possessive
S is all over it
She’s hugging it close
She’s right in its face
It’s a bit claustrophobic
‘Cuz its ain’t got no space
And the second, a contraction
Like contracting a disease
S is keeping her distance
And she ain’t quite at ease
In fact she’s so nervous
That she’s got a small tick
It is like a parasite
Or a pet, for a hick
Well, it’s time to sign off
From Bubba’s Poem Barn
Full of itsy, bitsy spiders
But that’s a whole ‘nuther yarn
Aloha Rico
Rico is a fellow soup brotha
Whose limericks are all a goha
With the stroke of his pen
Comes again and again
He’ll then smile and sign off Aloha.
I'm trying to save the world today.
The glory moment.
Finish the novel.
Feed the children.
Fill their souls.
Redeem the soul of the world.
Hand back their dignity.
Sign off on full disclosure.
Biking right through the bourgeoisie.
Let them see.
I am the light.
Shining from sea to sea.
Do you hear me?
Paul Revering?
So send me home
Or let me roam.
Any way is the way,
Since I'm trying to save the world today.
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