Category: poetry

<..) no matter how you sing it thus nor glory-hallelujahs God does not march. for who are they for who chose die over kill? who chose kill over die? "No," GOD said, "it will not be I who destroy your Earth : what you do o(u)nto others, you do u(o)nto yourselves. God has no nature but what we give to he/she/it/they what say ya'all? God the Unknown the parts known in mind/body/spirit the music/song/dances all little creators creating little bits of heaven now here now there flowers blooming every where what is it with pentameter Mr. Jazz Poet "Only what who holds can be/not released?" i do not know i do know these not pentameter thoughts are broken lines call them poetry, or not i have a printer that cannot/willnot print these words i'll send into space with a click click of my mouse (return address findable)

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i had to/needed to let you go

had to feel anger
to undo our connection

sad and good

no more of mine temperament or yours
departing
you will be with me forever
if not
for a very long time
and nod
and smile
at the days of our lives
together.

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and he remembered why

tried to tell us

not to cry

for…

the tears we shed

have rooted peace.

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the goodest part
was his teaching me
by example
how to be a good neighbour

he never presumed
how i should live my life

a moment ago i was crying
for the loss of friends
who just drifted away
for reasons of their own
i displeased them
and then i smiled

considering

my loyal friends

heaven knows how many times
i’ve caused the few who remain
various shades of discomfort
or mental pain
and in my life stay
connected
thanks and praises

ol’ Joe
my neighbour
sometimes smiling

always
makes me smile.

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takes me down to Shanty Town
doing absolutely nothing
like paying attention
steps 1, 2, 3
waltz me around again Charlie
remembering done before
take me around the world
in and out the windows

home again in Indiana
they don’t want me anymore
Lord knows I can go back there
done wiped that slates right off’a da floor

the Lady she says,
“We should pay the same as all the tax-payers.”
the Old Woman says,
“We know there are holes in our welfare system,
please don’t take everything intitled,
if we all need less we all get better.”
hear that Mr. Wall Street?
the Shes are saying “We All”

Mr. President
has spent three years, nine months
compromising with Republicans
he has earned the right to now say,
“Either Congress will do it,
or I will do it.”

To Sir, with Love

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we’ve but to remember
the good
in those bad old days
time is the imprinter
also the eraser

of course our dead are always with us
until we are dead and with them

who can deny the rich man riches
it is his turn to learn the life
of opulence
and his turn
to be tested

yeah funny it’s all a test
awareness coming only
when we fail
failure comes only
when we gain consciousness
thus opening
the door to success

how many years has the human species
successfully survived
whatever the count
evolution of a species does not end
when identified and named

o my country men and women
lend not an ear to thumpers
of someone else’s ideology
the age of reason is ours
let us celebrate the living and the dead

we are
all
one.

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they do so lust for
everything get worse
the
1%
whose grabbed in the beginning
are grasping in the end
today’s tiny upswing
before a balance settles in
any mathematician coulda/woulda known
it takes 2%
were they going for 99.9% pure?
it is not soap!
it is people
gonna wash that greed
right outta their hands
no?
who who knows?
(Mother Jones knows a lot)

ah yes,
greed grows in many pocket books
big and small
not to fear dear munchkin
your roof is not falling
but sadly i hear a new report
the Monster Greed has a new plan
second chapter, worse than first,
been used before, but listen
IT has already started…

i remember when, in the ’40’s
and early ’50’s when
the middle class had an unspoken fear
of falling into lower class
remember all the classes back then?
upper upper
upper middle
middle upper
middle
lower middle
lower
lowest living on the street

today:
upper
middle
lower
and, oh the woes in the middle
personal ones all true
and once again
the Monster plan:
Turn the Middle against the Lower

it all depends:
how many Christians have learned Jesus-compassion?
who many Jews remember why they joined the Civil Rights Movement?
how many will remember why they came to the US of A?
and how many Americans will remember their ancestral roots?

in the hollows and the hills
we are singing out,
“we ain’t gonna take it anymore,
we have united our selves.”

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“What love looks like coming out the back side of despair.”*

and the never ending

push the people off their land
in the beginning it was for survival
in the middle it was immigration
seeking freedom
in the end it was riches and power
pushing the people off their land

and the never ending

churning/turning/protestation
rhetorical spitting lies
how much fear does it take
for a power monger to make
his own crowned head
stay crowned?

and the never ending

creation of peoples in despair
lead to desperate acts
how many acts does it take
for a self-made-almighty
to know his bridge
too
is falling down.

* from Uncle River’s novel “Camp Desolation”

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a whole generation
nearly frenzied
knowing gigantic
task at hand
the streets & public places people
strolling nonchalant
hiding bored

frenzied
to wake the refusers
while Humbles
sweat to crack a laugh
sing to sigh a heart
et al et al et al

we survived it all
well, some did…
holy golden cow!
how we suffered the insanity
in our blurtings
someone got stabbed with words
someone stabbed back
neither one quite remembering
what it’s all about Alphie
hit the road Jack
that’s one way to travel
to next
now…
slow down we go to fast
many generations,
for eons…
vurk is everlasting

it takes a lot of snoodling
a lot of forgetting
to cross the bridge
in tact.