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upper wealthy

The Upper Wealthy 

It was said that famous families
only lasts for about three generations 
The Churchills, the Kennedys, and many
Others have a sale by date.
I thought of that while watching a program by
Crise Hedges, who happens to have grown up 
among the stratospheric wealthy, and he
spent time trying to distance himself from
that class of people
He can't, everything about his language 
manner, the smoothness of those who have
not had to strive
Cris was interviewing a man who writes
books about the rich, who, according to     
him are bad for our society and economy
Clearly, the rich are different from those who have
No private plane when going shopping
They send children to the top school in a limo 
They have a big household staff to keep
them in clover, and security, to be rich also 
Mean someone is out to do your harm
The two men began annoying me, telling
stories about the wealthy, sounding like
a couple trying not to sound envious

restless hands

I look at my old hand
Blotches of liver spots, slow-running blood vessels
Delivering old blood so I can fold my hands
Once they caressed a woman`s body, who moaned
And my hands were firm
Women used to see me and smile, but now I walk
The earth unobserved and words become a long silence.
If I tell you how much I miss making love
to sit in the park with a girl and see the moon while
smoking cigarettes, inhaling its promise of love to come
The aroma of her hair, the smoothness of her thighs
to kiss her libido and drink her sweet water, her legs
Apart, she has given herself to me.
Asleep, enfolded we are, tomorrow is far away.
My old hands remember so much, I bow my head and try
to inhale from my hands what once was
It is all so hopeless, and soon enough I will be dead.

Iambic Pentameter

When it came to iambic pentameter
Alexander Pope was no dumb amateur.
In his strict use of it he achieved a skill
often with a monotonous overkill –
a danger every poet should not commit
unless he likes his thoughts in a straitjacket,
and the flow so turgid and mechanical
the line will cease to sound natural –
more strident, unmellifluous and harsh
like a stomping, goose-stepping march.
Now here’s a fast and easy suggestion
to unclog a line’s bumpy congestion
which Pope and other poets used to great
effect when they deemed it appropriate :
they added an extra syllable or stress 
which opened it and gave it smoothness.
These little extras acted like a breach
and made the line read like spoken speech.
It may not work even with a first try
and take it from me, it’s not a lie. 
In fact, you may require a new line or couplet
to be rewritten with a little extra sweat.
But, hey, think back to when you started writing
how many drafts required no editing?

La donna e mobile

in a springg board pan
layer a graham cracker crust
with graham crackers and 
shortbread cookies

2 cup of graham crackers
2 cups of shortbread cookie
1 c  of butter
3 cups of softened cream cheese
2 cups of melted butter pecan ice-cream
1/2 cup of sugar
3 eggs
4 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 tablespoons of flour
1 teaspoon of vanilla
3 tablespoon of nut liquer
1/2 of butter
1/4 c of chocolate chips
1/4 c of dried bananas
in a large mixing bowl
use a hand mixer
combine til a creamy smoothness bake for 35 minute allow to cool
top with strawberries and glaze
and whipped cream!

Can There Be

So can there be a dreamlike place
Where sympathy controls?
Where friendly kindness fills the space
No traps or tricks or holes.

A place where treachery slides away
And smoothness paves the path today
For those who have no sense of ease,
Whose struggles never cease?

Yes, yes, indeed, there is a place
Where hopes and future have a face.
Not made of things, nor merely matter
Not loads and loads of useless chatter.

Good hope is real in reach of all 
Whose voices call, their needs confessing 
And then proceed to trust the love
The sacrificial Calvary love of Jesus, 
Precious Jesus.

And Can There Be

And can there be another place
Where love and kindness find their space
A place where carefulness controls
Where tricks and treachery
Fall in holes
And smoothness paves 
The daily paths
Of those 
Who have no sense of ease,
Whose struggles never seem to cease?

Yes, indeed, there is a place
Where hopes and future have a face.
Not made of things not merely matter
Not loads and loads of useless chatter.

True hope is real
In reach of all 
Whose voices call
Confessing need
And then proceed
To trust that love
That holy love
Of precious, precious Jesus.

erosion

while i was passing by 
in aisle five
i overheard
“get help”
she happened to glance at me
and by 6:03
i happened to think
what if she said 
“get well”
and i don’t know who
and i wasn’t there
but i know 
when i’ve heard it before 
if it wasn’t condescendingly
had one pound of empathy 
i would’ve been 
more likely

we all have days 
that get swept in the haze
of just trying to stay alive
2 steps forward, 1 step back
but it feels like rewinding 5
after drawing a circle or two
you wish you didn’t need to be doing footwork your whole life

it’s like a birthday balloon
in a crowded room
it’s all up in the air
the balloon falls down
you look around 
and wonder if you all have circles there

in the clouds
but with the crowd
sometimes you hear in the way they speak
the toughened clay
they molded that day
to prevent from appearing weak

you feel the way it sounded
they’re trying to keep it grounded
you see the smoothness of their rock
because they’re silently wearing the erosion
it took for them 
to become that soft

White Mongoose

Steel insulation warm thin hot smooth downy shepherd smoothness. Pistol clasps palms crystal misses birching basket weavers.
Fluffy firm pedestals release hard deniers.
Doldrum office charts demonstrating 
Appendages conceal resistance. 
Halcyon boogie board heroes.
Greek play rehearsal.

White Mongoose

Steel insulation warm thin hot smooth downy shepherd smoothness. Pistol clasps palms crystal misses birching basket weavers.
Fluffy firm pedestals release hard deniers.
Doldrum office charts demonstrating 
Appendages conceal resistance. 
Halcyon boogie board heroes.
Greek play rehearsal.

From The Parthenon to Paris

Let me tell you of a journey- from The Parthenon to Paris
in the springtime - of which real year, no one knew
Riding on an ostrich guided by a gilded leather bridle
traveling back roads dressed in mysterious disguises
using signals only ostrich riders do.
 
The endurance of the ostrich was as equally surprising as
the smoothness of its gallop on the road.
It needed very little in the way of daily edibles
while the softness of its feathers made a very comfy saddle.
 
Now an ostrich made an eerie sight in swaying fields of daffodils.
Its three-pronged feet so admirable for climbing alpine hills.
It handled every mountain as well as any Hannibal
with eyes adept to guide a sleepy rider while he slept.
 
The gallop into Paris was singularly memorable –
No wildly cheering crowds of proud Parisians-no-one knew- 
No showers of cherry blossoms sprinkled from the Eiffel Tower
in  praise or  celebration of this epic ostrich rider.
 
What evidence is there, then? What  memory endures
Perhaps a photograph or witness tells the tale
If the novelty is forgotten and the mists of time have passed

Could fields of daffodils remember or perhaps the Cherry blossoms?

Imagine Such a Place

Imagine a place
Where no discrimination exists
Where there is no topic of color or race

Imagine a place
Devoid of judgment and despair
Devoid of criticisms, differences, and nasty glares

Imagine a place 
That doesn’t compare
The way we walk and what we wear
In this place, it does not matter
The texture of smoothness or roughness of hair

In such a place, all would be fare 
In knowing that the root is the commonality we share
that will always connect us to the skin we bear

To journey through life as a black person

walking through life as as a black person, 
the world needs to understand 
we rock with a rhyme, we bop with a beat
we jive like a jazz band 

we improvise on the fly
we adapt to any situation
we can spit a rhyme in real time 
and connect with a combination 
 
we can create out of chaos
we can take trash and turn it into treasure. 
we can see beauty in the midst of bedlam
and turn dissonance into sounds of pleasure 

to journey through life as a black person 
we march to the beat up our own drums
we always have a song in our hearts
we are musical phenomenons 

we are the deepness of the base 
we are the sexiness of the saxophone
we are the smoothness of the violin
we are the richness of the trombone

we have the versatility of the piano
we're the lead guitar that gives the melody 
we are the trumpets in life that blow 
with much power and intensity

we are the rhythm, we are the rhyme
we are the harmony
we are black people journeying through life 
with a musical propensity 

so keep shining, keep grinding 
keep moving with all that jazz 
because walking through life as the black person 
just means we have much pizzazz

Our Words

Our Words
Miracle Man
8/25/2024

A glib tongue is often remembered,
for speech it rendered toward another.
Rarely for the smoothness of it’s delivery,
our words can uplift but also smother.

We damage hearts that may never mend,
though apology is made if we show concern.
But words are like arrows in one respect,
like arrows, words loosed, cannot return.

The Thornless Wonder

In hushed greenhouses, a marvel grows,
A pilgrimage for those who know:
A rose unmarred by nature's thorns,
Its beauty is pure, as morning dawns.

I dreamed of its stem, a silken cord,
Coiled gently around my hands, unexplored.
My garden once bristled with spiky guards,
Till obsession smoothed those prickly shards.

From root to tip, I bred them bare,
Strength redefined in petals fair.
If thorns meant power, then power's changed,
In vulnerability, strength rearranged.

This thornless bloom, a rare delight,
Wields beauty like a beacon bright.
Its petals unfurl, a gentle shield,
Revealing truths long concealed.

When touched, it stands, unharmed and tall,
A flower-warrior, breaking thrall
From old beliefs of strength through pain,
Its peaceful stance is a greater gain.

In dreams, I graft this wonder's stem
To roses in my garden's hem.
Together we walk through skeptics' sneers,
Our smoothness calms ancient fears.

Behold the power of gentleness,
In this rose's thornless dress.
A testament to nature's art:
True strength blooms from an open heart.

SEA GLASS

  Pieces of broken glass gathered in ocean
  undergoing gradual conversion
  by metaphoric changes through ages.
  As processed by rigorous vigorous rolling 
 under turbulence and tremendous pressure,
 rough edges to get rounded off producing smoothness,
  lastly happens to yield sea glass :
  Nature ‘s marvel and splendour.

  Glossy texture to claim : lovely looks of a gem,
               with frosted appearance.
  Trash turning treasure, nourished by ocean.
   An accomplished sequel on transformation .
    One can't surmise : Splendid surprise !

    Available on some beaches not in abundance,
            but bare fact : not so rare!
     By chance , I glanced to pick up prompt
         ignoring envious looks of my friends.

     I collected few from sea beach in Puri, Orissa, India.
              I feel proud to own 
      those, comparable to precious gem stones.

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