The truth
in which
lies
are ever told,
how injustice
is
anything
but in bold.
How I wish
the watery
essence
from
a frying
pan,
could
stain my eyes,
How I dream,
there
was an undoing
of this child's first cries.
My mother's cradle,
only ever wished
in truth
to snap my neck,
like a wild man,
let loose to Geese
in numbers.
My back,
aches
in this slumber,
how I wish,
I could just
float like
the dust and
be absorbed
into non-existence.
My breath
was never here....
The hypocrisy
surrounding
cuddling of bears,
humanity spared
me affection.
Perhaps out of
devotion
so I would feel
even less
of a fish on a reel,
eye contact, I
can't let go off,
sympathizing
becoming...
clubbing of the seals
is our sad reality.
I refuse the peel,
to go further in depth.
I shake with anxiety at nights,
windows that do shake,
no hand, young or elderly
can comfort me here..
My eyes are darkened
when,
once they were beautiful green.
It was never my nature,
to be hateful,
I was the most loving child,
who grew survival
instincts
in how to be weary
in how beginnings
relate to the ends.
I should have died,
a long time before this....
who isn’t you
wise readers
will know the difference
I want a narrator
more unsettling
than Nabokov created
for ‘Lolita’
I want a narrator
to cringe at
while sympathizing with
I need “milk plus”
from ‘Clockwork Orange’
while I learn the dialect
of Anthony Burgess
before I ruin Beethoven
It takes sustained energy
to hate a character
while never forgetting them
“My vanity
was the cause
of it”
I still wink at you,
Moll Flanders
a woman too clever
for shallow understanding
My “androgynous mind”
will have to be enough
for adequate love,
Virginia Woolf
I have all the worst intentions:
devious dialog
with peppered,
cutting
fashion statements
to make phantom readers
laugh and scowl
Cruella Deville
taught me everything
one late afternoon
in August
while we hunted swans
over toast points
and caviar
While we were sleeping
America became communist.
Of course they don’t call it that now,
And it isn’t ALL communist,
But at least 51% is all you need
To get your way in a democracy.
How did it happen?
Slowly, steadily, and completely
By design.
Most of these communists
Don’t even know they are,
Let alone Marxist sympathizing socialists,
Although now socialism
Isn’t the dirty word it used to be.
So the short answer is we got soft
And complacent, and spoiled
By the good times
The tougher generations of our ancestors
Bestowed.
But once they bestowed those times
They too started to get soft
And old, and fighting the good fight
Against communists, and youth and change
Isn’t so attractive when you’re old and soft.
So here we are
Pretty much screwed by the inevitable decline
Which greatness always faces.
Soft and old isn’t such a bad way to go after all.
It’s being soft and young now
That’s the b*tch.
(2/18/24)
Nostalgic of my Mom’s death…
… almost two decades ago…
then of my Dad’s demise---
--- in 2019---
here am I gripped with blest serenity
knowing that they both are with the Creator
by virtue of their faith in the Saviour
Who promised wondrous eternal life
to those that put their trust in Him---
the Way, the Truth, the Life.
Reminiscing those agonizing moments…
here am I thankful to God
for assuaging the afflicting pain
I had to battle with:
grief, separation-anxiety, loss.
Looking back…
here am I, having moved on
cognizant that death is a reality
to face with courage
an inevitability to expect midst hope
since it is just a temporal goodbye
along “till we meet again” blissful reunion.
Today…
here am I striving to empathize earnestly
prayerfully sympathizing with the bereaved
testifying that death is a divine milestone
affirming this Scripture’s truth:*
“We are confident, I say, and willing rather
to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
*2Corinthians 5:8
April 5, 2023
9th place, "Death of a loved one" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/5/2023.
The programs for them wondrously keen,
BBC celebrates more than Queen
Nice expression they don’t look twice at
For their Main News and adored broadcasts;
At such times A Most Unwelcome Gnat;
The Sympathizing Staff for Good Blasts!
BBC would eat The Whole Ice Cream,
Their Unmoved Hearer: Strange Human Being!
A just deceived Avid African
Freeing the ones he’d sealed in a can
For Hitler-Type Devastating Hits,
Sure that every Letter Atom fits…
And BBC Air Waves would not wait
To Vibrant Wisdom publish its weight;
Yet, can have their Late Thatcher advised
Not to near one For Speeches Revised,
Each bound to have made a story
Of the Gossipy to The Tory…
African Proverbs like Cow Boys:
US Heritage that all hearts buoys
Yet, Ears spares Shocking Intelligence
Granting them Artistic Evidence…
Man’s Sincerest of flattery,
Not Praises with Lasting Battery,
But to go ahead and imitate…
BBC foundation initiate!
All the men in the upper deck
Are after my fragile neck;
For every step of mine, the longest check;
Looking for plans of mine to wreck…
God! Did I their wives’ cheeks peck?
These guys could my body toss into a beck!
Now, on my defensive right hand
Is assaulting gravelly sand
I had sourced from a sympathizing land,
Bearing though A keep Off!” Red Band;
The sand its way shall find into eyes;
While I coolly assemble excusable lies…
What I’m fighting: Antagonisms
From ten hateful organisms.
Let me repeatedly unite my two hands
For the feat like feet on wet sands,
I can infect with euphoria my band
For the just seen, all-too-grand!
You yourself twang your lead guitar strings
Making their subject king of kings!
Applause, also a thumping of piano keys
That a chaos of praises frees;
An intoxicated crowd standing like trees,
Some minutes to Admiration lease.
A reward for breathless musical raps,
In wrestling commending some resounding slaps…
Applause for Misers donations
Echoes not across nations,
The one stirred by million dollars
Loudly heard Earth shakers:
The First, often sickly in Resonance
The second a Swaying Assonance…
On guarantee, an attack of one’s ear drum
By persons who hadn’t neared rum,
Merrily approving the superb
Or simply sympathizing with the drab.
I am thankful for the sympathizing tear
Spontaneously running down my cheek
Shed for those who daily live with fear,
I am thankful for the sympathizing tear
Flowing from a saddened heart sincere,
Let no one believe for crying I am weak
I am thankful for the sympathizing tear
Spontaneously running down my cheek.
written November 26, 2021
His hands hold my thoughts
Words sigh across my skin
Tingling and twisting kindly
Soothing all that is within
~
His kiss touches my spirit
Sparkling truth through my
Joyful intimacy which stirs
Sounds of a parroting chorus
~
His flowing lyrics pacify my
Thirst for tomorrow’s plans
Goals that could support my
Longings for inspirational stanzas
~
His loving hug lulls my brain
Into trusting a wisdom within
Sympathizing with his soul
And sharing tranquility with him
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
July 11, 2020
THE VICTORY OF HUMANKIND!
Heights great achieved progress abound,
To the skies’ stretch, to the oceans’ depth;
Not a speck undiscovered, conquered all
Of the unending expansive cosmos vast!
Shivering quivering beings all,
At the mere mention of a creature small;
Reveled in pride at the terror instilled,
Convulsed the peaceful tranquil harmony!
Resentment annoyance displeasure around,
Tolerance compassion long bygone;
Triumphant victorious yet vanquished by thy own kind,
Is this the success coveted by man!
No quashing nor suppressing earthlings all,
But endearing tender affectionate love;
Empathizing sympathizing, establishing compassionate bond,
Leading thus to The Victory Of Humankind!
Although I really do love my job,
Love to lounge around with don't disturb on my door knob,
More often than not I'd love to play hooky,
Ornately drinking tea and eating oatmeal raisin cookies,
Sympathizing for all the ones who are slaving away,
Totally enjoying my Ferris Bueller off day,
Aha, I say as I look out my window,
Suddenly it started to heavily snow,
Now I don't more than likely have to go,
Oh, better I call up just in case,
Work might just be after all taking place,
Darn, thought they'd be shutting down,
Almost hung up with a smile instead of a frown,
Yikes, I think as I freeze and fishtail on my way to my job downtown!
1-2-17
Brand-new backpacks, brand-new shoes;
Headbands topped with flowers.
Parents trying to enthuse
About the coming hours.
Photos taken, kisses swapped;
Pupils all converging.
Quick goodbyes as doors are propped;
Teachers gently urging.
Voices chatter, stairs are climbed;
First day jitters rising.
All of us once likewise primed
Should be sympathizing.
HEARTBEAT OF DELTA STATE
The rain has fallen again,
The streets are isolated,
Everyone is filled with sadness.
Houses and shops have been abandoned,
Villages and towns have been inundated.
Bags and cargoes floats unsteadily,
Cars and buses are deeply buried
deep into the water in a hazy manner.
People, animals, all are transported
by little wooden vessels.
With no idea of when
to take over their properties,
With no idea of where else to go.
The cities, their streets,
houses and cars have being flooded,
Properties, expensive
and extra expensive have been left over.
East Delta had been covered
by the unmerciful ocean.
Precious lives were gone
and more were at stake.
Families and close friends- divided.
Farms with large crops- destroyed.
Hunger and thirsty, hugs my people with sadness,
begging for aid.
Sickness and diseases fill people
with sympathizing outcome.
A land of peace is now a land of disaster,
A land of Labor is now a land of turmoil.
May peace always reign,
May ignorance be neglected,
For the dying heartbeat of Delta.
Purring and Stirring
While my pretty cats had both been purring
Up so much trouble Don Trump was stirring
For those down and out or no longer hearty
Can go ahead and join the Trumpeteer Party.
Talking about somebody tooting their horn
Does it all day long beginning in early morn
To dead end were led with BS he had said
Could not slide downhill so left sled in shed.
All of his BS were bothered with wallowing in
Each new day growing more did start to begin
Joke is can you imagine anyone sympathizing
With a big batch of loud blasting Trumpetizing.
He was great dodging bullets and being erratic
Not only that sure threw around a lot of static
Then when my ballot to box I began to bring
It did not go down suffering from static cling.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Was tagged and had been it
not Tony.
https://theconversation.com/woody-guthrie-old-man-trump-and-a-real-estate-empires-racist-foundations-53026
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/11/23/ike-didn-t-like-trump-s-dad-at-all.html
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/woody-guthrie-trump_us_56a18e5ae4b0404eb8f11bb3
When you laid your hands upon my naked heart
feeling the flex of it's fire, accessing the innocent desire,
holding the form of a new need, I swear, that's when love did start,
your touch became my tradition, the wine of your wisdom my lovely teacher,
From the fine feathers of your soft steel wings
I write poetry of storms in paradise and of love in your eyes,
sympathizing with my sage solitude, yet subduing the sadness it brings
you offer me everything an angel owns, halo and bloodroots, and together we rise -
J.A.B.
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