In California today, 2025, city managers, attorneys, engineering
Work in an infrastructure of control without water fountains.
Micromanaged district supervision of States of legislature
Troughing below the poverty lines as entrance and exit serve the wills inheriting the labor of "housing" "something" without competing.
Prediction of 24 hours, 7 days, is enough hearing of you
Needn't be hear nor better with time in a second arrived
Lots full of practice and routine appearance
Essayists and poets marching
Into town halls to legislate
Creating labora frame
Georgia 5th had no time to talk
If Pearl misbehaves
throws fits, rants and raves
What of the parents who raise her
If Johnny can’t read
or do simple math
What of his teachers who instruct him
If Darryl kills a man at age 14
After robbing him blind
What of the system which releases him too soon
Where’s there no supervision or accountability, little teaching, less review
the quality products turned out number between zero and a few
Seize the day - for it is yours
To make the most and live.
Open your mind and its doors...
You get what you give.
Regardless of your situation
And its circumstances...
Unemployed or occupation?
Both possess their chances.
From the moment you awaken
And arise from sleep,
The day is there to be taken...
For you to sow and reap.
As if a garden bed - each seed
A choice or a decision...
Planted with their need to feed
Under your supervision.
Whether bright and full of sunshine
Or weather wet with rain...
Hot or cold? Either is fine
To keep free from refrain.
Seconds, minutes, every hour...
Time for you to use
And utilise in your devour
However you choose.
If you feel you cannot seize
The day, then take this hint...
Your next is sure to come of ease
Pre-planned in blueprint.
Map your times of day in sections...
Allocate each one
With its own set of directions...
Checking off when done.
From its sunrise to sunset,
Seize the day with capture...
Even if it is to yet
Imply a sense of rapture.
Time of which you cannot borrow...
Life is short and we
Are all not promised tomorrow...
There is no guarantee.
If this world is my illusion
Then I don’t know, who am I
Can’t drew out a conclusion
Can’t define a truth from lie
But what if the world is yours?
Then it’s under your protection
And your headship, I suppose
Brings conceptual satisfaction
So this mess you advocate
Isn’t all subjective vision
But a forced collective fate
Under clever supervision
Sorry ‘bout a little trouble
With believing in such view
Stop pretending, burst that bubble
You don’t know more, than I do.
Anyway
Was just strolling down the street
Minding my own P’s and Q’s
Whatever they are
When….well…
Nothing happened!!
I just stood there
Amazed
Watching a group of children
PLAY…
You know….PLAY
Run, jump, laugh, chase each other
Play soccer without nets
Without refs
Without parental supervision.
OH!...the parents were there
Watching
Biting their lips
Grimacing at each collision
Sighing at each missed…
WAIT….there was no goal!!!
Only the joy
Of children….being children
And of parents
Allowing them that JOYFULNESS.
A few knees were scraped
A few feelings fluffed up
All were forgotten
In the savory coolness
Of ice cream
And a garden hose shower.
pink, orange and red call my name
I devour my toast fast
heading to my studio is the best feeling
two dogs chase me out there
they are my newest babies now
my children are gone
living in three different states
two of my grandchildren are at Hotel California
I sing the song of the seventies,
feeling young
if I was driving I would be at a hundred
all seventies songs do this to me
my husband asks “who is their adult supervision?”
I remind him we were married at nineteen.
Im officially the official of officialness in the matter of all matter that matters to anyone who is anyone who belongs to someone who is officially known as to be something of a descendant of man or men but probably preferably man not apes or monkeys but humanoids of this tiny tiny blue marble of a planet.
So cheers!
So since I'm officially the official of officialness you all can go about your official business.
And if you ever need any official advice or guidance or assistance or support or help or direction or instruction or supervision or regulation or authorization or approval or endorsement or confirmation or verification or validation or certification or accreditation or recognition or acknowledgment or appreciation or praise or commendation or compliment or admiration or respect or esteem or honor or tribute or homage or salute or toast or cheers, you know where to find me.
I’m always here for you, my fellow officials. ??
LGTQs paraded through Jerusalem without a hitch
though security was tight, not one single glitch
Under the supervision of one Itamar Ben-Gvir
dubbed a 'racist right-wing fanatic' by the press
They conveniently forgot that he'd pass every test
upholding the philosophy those truly religious bless:
'Do not belittle any thing
neither scorn any one ~
Every thing contains a bit of Heaven
a shining hour, every one'*
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*Talmud, 'Ethics of the Fathers,' 4:2
I let it slip away
That interrupted zoom meeting
Because of night loardshedding
On last saturday.
I let it slip away
My computer went off immediately
My phone lost network automatically
As power went away.
I let it slip away
I was so confused trying to find connection
Here and there to come back in supervision.
I failed and my stress gone away on that day.
April 02/2023
Written for poetry contest
sponsored by John lawless
Children understand children
no one else can.
Adults are not equipped with that
spotless white board
that none have written upon.
A bear cub knows it is protected
if knows nothing more.
Its mother must teach it,
mold it into into a creature
that can fight its way through
the hard shell
of this cracked world.
Instruction by example
and molding are two
very different ways to teach.
Children instinctively know this
and without our supervision
they can school us
if we take time to be that childlike.
I'm no legal expert, I'm the first to say
Nor do I live in Israel, though I'm a citizen anyway
But it's hard to watch a proposal tear my country apart
So I'll write a few lines here, straight from my gut and my heart
What if Congress could overrule the US Supreme Court's every decision
It seems a surefire path toward unprecedented division
Imagine Roe vs. Wade subject to Congressional wrangling and supervision
The resultant laws, a recipe for chaos, scorn and derision *
So, that parallels what's been proposed in Israel's judicial revisions **
~ likened to an axe making the finest of incisions
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*With every change of power in Congress, (almost every election these
days), Roe vs. Wade would be revisited and redecided. Heaven help us!
**By a majority vote of Israel's Parliament (Knesset), Israeli Supreme
Court rulings could and would be overturned. (And with each shift in
the ruling majority's composition, a fresh round of overturning could
and would begin).
My hands shake, faster every minute
Bloody, but i'll never admit it
My hearts racing, faster than ever before
Regardless, I need something more
Something to shake my inner core
Make me feel, like opening the door
Let me out, you hear me, just listen
Let me out, its getting blurry, my vision
Let me out, so i'll be free, of supervision
Feeling less and less sober,
Smiling wider than the joker,
It's almost all over, just a little longer
My body's giving up, I thought it was stronger
Left in my bed as my body quakes,
Looking down as my hand shakes,
Waiting until the day my body breaks.
The thought of this puts a smile on my face
Thinking of my head spilled all over the place
It's all so exhilarating, the joy I'm filled with,
It failed four times, there's always the fifth.
Hymie Frankel sat in a restaurant
in the courtyard of a mall
Hymie was aware for sure
that the fare wasn’t kosher at all
The Rabbi of Hymie’s synagogue
just happened to walk past
When he noticed where Hymie was
he let out an awful gasp
Hymie, friend, what’s eating you
You know you mustn’t dine here
‘Now don’t you fret, Rabbi Cohen
There’s nothing whatsoever to fear’
‘You’ve seen me order, have you not?’
‘Yes, I have, but what’s that got—’
‘And you’ve seen me eat the shrimp they brought?’
‘Yes, I have. That’s why I’m so hot—’
‘Then, good! You’ll surely agree with the court’s decision
~ I’m dining under strict Rabbinic supervision!’
Your word is taken into consideration, while left and lead with false information,
pulling, under pressure fighting for admission, forced under supervision.
Tactics were found, ammunition is released figures don’t meet.
All in my own words no copyright”
Believe in your poems and drafts, your the art ??
I’ll agree to a virtual visit
With the people I can’t see for real.
The hugs and the closeness are missing
But it does have a certain appeal.
I’ll accept taking virtual classes.
There’s a lot the instructor can teach.
Though with projects that need supervision,
There are some that the teacher won’t reach.
Yet a virtual trip is a no-no.
I won’t pay to watch someone on screen
Walk through Harlem or Prague or the Catskills
And describe sights I wish I had seen.
How I miss all I once did in person!
The travel, the meetings with friends,
All the courses, museums and theater
I’ll resume if this mess ever ends.
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