Archive for November, 2020
bismarck’s…
Only if you let it. It depends how old you what to be when the ends comes. I have been in nursing homes, and for these folks, the end was not pretty.
cream filled pastries
loved them in my younger days
doc says avoid them
they’ve too many calories
old age takes so much away
triangle tattoos…
Such a great piece with parallels between the dreadful past and the hateful presence of humanity. Will it ever end or are we are what we are.
the hands
on
the old man’s watch
stopped
as
if
his fears
had entered
an inanimate object
he stared out
from
his apartment window
into
the darkness
memories
projected
onto
today
men
in black uniforms
herding people
into
the street
cursing each breath
they took
striking anyone
who resisted
the poor
the elderly
man or woman
it
made no difference
for
they were not seen
as
humans
but rather
the cause
of
a
sick nation
but now
he was
in
america
and
the scene
that
took place last night
must have been
a nightmare
for
this is
portland
savor…
I loved this piece for it brought back memories. In the 50’s, when I was a kid, there was a little store that sold penny candy. I won’t tell what else I brought and ingested, but I should be dead by now looking at current guidelines. There was something I used to buy was a type of resin chemical composite. You would put it on a plastic tube and blow bubbles. Then would chew on those bubbles who knowing what kind of chemicals I was ingesting, yet I’m still here.
I want to not another thing from those fare-away days. Where I bought my candy, the family lived in the rear of the store.
We exited on less then, but we existed.
an old school candy jar
one of a kind
filled with
the finest sweets
individually wrapped
like
they were
special moments in time
these days
they’re unavailable anywhere
so
it can’t be restocked
of course
when young
the jar seemed
immense
and
the candies
were
endless
grasping handfuls
didn’t seem to affect
the supply
but
over time
the jar began to look
depleted
slowing
the pace
of
consumption
didn’t seem to slow
the rate
of
depletion
it’s obvious
now
the jar
will soon be empty
like
life
incantation to the dead…
We can only, perhaps blindly, hope for the future.
child
there ain’t
no use
talking to the dead
your
calling upon
them
to
help the living
just
ain’t got a chance
in
hell
of changing a damn thing
do you
really
believe
they care
whether
or
not
a child goes to bed hungery
or
some common man
gets
evicted from his home
cause
he can’t pay the rent
or
whether
or
not
some working person
loses their job
and
can afford to meet
their family’s
most
basic needs
hell
you better take
a closer look
those bodies
you see seated
are
mere apparitions
of
what
might
have been
alive
once
but now
they just occupy
a senate seat
self-protection…
Forceful words. God, I wish it wasn’t true.
before
their eyes
opened
fine threads
of
social expectation
were
layered
around
the infant form
distorting
the view
of
the outside world
and
stunting
the growth within
an arrested development
caused by
a malnutrition
of
truth
as had been expected
with such containment
there were fatalities
but such deaths
were easily
projected onto upbringing
and
or
personal parental failures
leaving the society
blameless
those that
finally
emerged
from
the cultural cocoon
were
as
had been planned
unable to discern
social injustice
accepting
the white cane
of
forced poverty
that denied
them access
to
most of the entry points
of
success
living their lives
as
moths
flutter around
the flame
of
hate
most disconcerting
to
the oligarchy
however
were
the few
that emerged
as
dragons
kintsugi…
There is now way Trump, soon x-president will do anything to help this country.
His many stupid decisions for the last four years will be difficult to remedy. Trump puts greed before the nation he was voted to care for.
a shattered nation
fragmented faith in freedom
can it be repaired
will the craftsmen who broke it
join and form truth’s golden bond
or will this nation
remain broken by greed’s hate
deliberately smashed
a broken vessel to be
tossed into history’s bin
potemkin village…
A both sad an funny piece. I enjoyed the ‘orange knight’.
white house
press
releases
are passed out
from
the stage
noting
that
presidential attorneys
are scavenging
state courts
for
evidence
of
the anti-tooth fairly
a left leaning pixie
known
for stealing
votes
in
the dead of the night
from
locked ballet boxes
though
its existence
has been questioned
by
almost everyone
there are
a few believers
wearing
bright red attire
to
attract
and
trap
this elusive critter
trappers
unfortunately
have been using
monkey traps
bated
with
silver coins
most of the trappers
have been unable
to remove their hand
from the coconut
for
some unspecified reason
meanwhile
back in washington
the
construction
of
the orange knight’s kingdom
continues
using
only
the finest fabrications
ciudad santuario…
I enjoyed this poem. Hope you will too.
sassy little city
ain’t listening
to
nobody
dressing
as
she pleases
got
million of hearts
so
never misses
a beat
dares
to speak
in
tongues
without
any damn
divine inspiration
or
apology
to
xenophobic zealots
that
refuse
rights
to others
in
their stolen land
so she
lifts up her skirt
to give
the oppressed
someplace
to
hid
never revealing
where
or
how
they arrived
she merely
smiles
and
walks away
then
pulls
the curtain
of
night
leaving
the fools
sitting alone
in
the dark
why so happy…
What a great summation of our faults.
you do
know
there’s a pandemic
and
economic chaos
as well as
a situation
in which
half
of
the american population
is willing
to support
a self-pandering fascist
oh
you
must understand
i have
no
faith
in
my fellow man’s
concern
or
compassion
for
others
but
i do have
extreme faith
in
my fellow man’s
greed
that needs
a healthy population
and
some semblance
of
democracy
in order
for
said population
to
go to work
earn money
and
buy
all the things
destroying
the
planet
preamble to decay…
Wish this was fiction.
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