Poet's Corner

[derk]

Although, I will admit, it did compare Republicans to Nazis, my purpose was to illustrate how wrong the Republican agenda is for America.

The right wing think tanks, the propaganda media, the voter intimidation/ID push, and the push back on Medicare, Obamacare, and other Social safety net programs are, to me, so wrong for America, that showing who would also embrace those viewpoints, is necessary to drive home that point.

I expect you to disagree. Perhaps a politician, or better poet could make that point in a less inflammatory way, but that's my way.

The one issue which I made. The individuals you compare me to : Killed 6 million people.

 

[Impenitent]

I don't compare you to them. I firmly believe that the rank & file Republicans, such as yourself, have no true idea what republican donors, politicians and policy makers are up to. Are you familar with Alec? Look it up, if you aren't. American Legislative Exchange Council. Industry writes legislation, hands it to state and national pols, who then pass it though their assembly.

I'm sure you believe voter ID is being pushed for the integrity of elections, yet that is perhaps not the reason. A Federal judge has ordered Texas legislators to turn over all internal emails to determine why they passed the ID law they did. The Reps fought against this transparency like it was the Alamo. Why do you think they resist, if there is nothing to hide?

Nope, not even the bad Republicans are murderers. Where did I say they were?

 

[derk]

I don't compare you to them. I firmly believe that the rank & file Republicans, such as yourself, have no true idea what republican donors, politicians and policy makers are up to. Are you familar with Alec? Look it up, if you aren't. American Legislative Exchange Council. Industry writes legislation, hands it to state and national pols, who then pass it though their assembly.

I'm sure you believe voter ID is being pushed for the integrity of elections, yet that is perhaps not the reason. A Federal judge has ordered Texas legislators to turn over all internal emails to determine why they passed the ID law they did. The Reps fought against this transparency like it was the Alamo. Why do you think they resist, if there is nothing to hide?

Nope, not even the bad Republicans are murderers. Where did I say they were?

Enough of haggling in this thread its for poetry and writing -that should in most cases transcend the mundane & inconsequential of politics.

 

[derk]

This bitter is as common place
and costly to my senses. As
letting the dark take hold
my soul a blackened space,
leaves me lost a sinner.

Now learning starts a new
this season , as it may
and like my darkened heart
held so long at bay.

I cost the time to harken
past and leave my youth
a shambles. When called to
pay with life’s endless
folly's of praise, love
and hurts gone past.

Must I speak as grave of
this the pain against a
life of plight the like
I could not hope to right.

Ageless grief I self had
Planned the endless pain
of this lost man. Whom
thorns do prick yet pick
I must these dark flowers
with petals soft a shiny
gloss.

They age the young as
minutes pass, the old find
new their lives they past.
Under a moon-sung night
In bosoms they grow.
Blossoms of hearts
that tarnish the soul.

( I wrote it about women who seem to always find the dark lining of every cloud they see, lol)

 

[BDBoop]

"You cannot trust," her mother said.
Over and over she drilled her truth.
The daughter just rolled her eyes.

She was wounded time and again,
sometimes by the same person
(Because she believed in second chances).

It didn't matter, though; so many more
true friends were found than adversaries.
The price was worth it.

But then there came a day when a true friend
befriended an adversary. And the friend's
words became the lies of the adversary.

Her mother was ecstatic. "Finally," she said
"You know I speak the truth." But she was wrong.
The daughter knew a truth, yes.

But the truth was about people like her friend.
Not those who trust.
Just those who betray.

 

[Capstone]

Bug-shield

I wonder what went through your tiny mind,
besides what's plain for everyone to see,
before the impact cruelly redefined
the matter for us so transparently.

I wonder, from a thousand open eyes,
how every single thing in life appears;
and when your vision clearly multiplies,
how many more the added fallen tears?

The sort of things no-one among us knows;
the doubt humanity's reflection brings;
the questions I can only recompose
to broken, torn, and disembodied wings,

and try my best to "wash and wipe" away
the last remaining remnants of your plight,
as stubborn bits of insect pieces pay
a morbid tribute to your final flight.​

 

[derk]

Bug-shield

I wonder what went through your tiny mind,
besides what's plain for everyone to see,
before the impact cruelly redefined
the matter for us so transparently.

I wonder, from a thousand open eyes,
how every single thing in life appears;
and when your vision clearly multiplies,
how many more the added fallen tears?

The sort of things no-one among us knows;
the doubt humanity's reflection brings;
the questions I can only recompose
to broken, torn, and disembodied wings,

and try my best to "wash and wipe" away
the last remaining remnants of your plight,
as stubborn bits of insect pieces pay
a morbid tribute to your final flight.​

Whats it about?

 

[Impenitent]

Sprint Medley

I'm sure I won't be alive in 30 years ..
Probably not in 20
10 years ... Yeah,that's about right
I've got 10 years

When should I make my bucket list?
When should I do my bucket list?
When should I settle my affairs?
When should I start one?

I may be lucky enough to learn over time
But I may no be so lucky
Will it be because I don't have enough time?
Or because I'm not really lucky?

All my life I've been told to be patient
How much longer can I be patient?
When I only have 10 hyears
And I don't yet have you

You can't teach an old dog new tricks
You shouldn't expect him to break the mold
I take this one step out of the box, before
Again "the same as it ever was" of old
/

Time is short to carry this lighted torch
I'll eventually slow and stagger
The flame reduced to a dying ember
(scorch and dagger and remember!)

So I forego all reason
(along with rhyme and rhythm)
This burst of speed my desperation
As what wells inside mustn't escape before I reach my final destination

"Et tu Brute" stoned me, as if I had sinned
The dagger in my heart, spat upon, flamed and beaten

But since, your soul I've lovingly cleansed
And all of your sins I've willingly eaten

 

[Capstone]

Whats it about?

At face value, it's about a fly that splattered on the windshield of my car.

On a deeper level, it's a metaphor for the almost cruel ambivalence of reality in relation to our daily endeavors.

I've hit that windshield more than once, myself.

 

[Capstone]

Sonnet 1: For What It's Worth

From those who know the meaning of 'hard knocks' --
a blanket, some discarded styrofoam,
the little things that make a house a home,
an alley and a filthy cardboard box;

to those who live instead the life of ease --
the art collections and exotic cars,
the vintage wines and finest of cigars,
the mansions on their sprawling properties;

to those between the riches and the street --
the worries and the stacks of unpaid bills,
the cheaper transportation (hold the frills),
the paychecks with the ends that rarely meet;

despite what life has taught us all from birth,
no currency defines our human worth.​

 

[Capstone]

The Sterling Tongue

A relic of forsaken bigotry,
whose ancient ugliness has come to light,
is on display for all the world to see
and raise the brows of players black and white.

The hate recorded by his trophy love,
a beauty way beyond the old man's league,
has placed the issue on the covers of
rags known to manufacture their intrigue.

With Magic in the hearts of angry men,
and playoff ratings on the rise among
the fans with cause to jeer and cheer again,
the NBA should *thank* Don's sterling tongue! ​

 

[midcan5]

'Forms Of Attention'

"Often writing is a kind of listening, a form of deep attention.

Tuning the stations, fingering the dial.

From whence does that voice arise, a spring in which foothills?

What will it say next?

The feeling of exhaustion

as one falls back upon the bed,

the sensation of thirst as water passes the lips-

are these forms of attention? No.

These are harmonies of fulfillment."

Campbell McGrath

 

[Capstone]

Sestina 1: The Only Way Ahead

Embrace the things on which we all agree
and let contentious dogmas drift-a-way,
each compromising Faith to some degree,
let's relish in the clergyman's dismay,
with confidence our "mortal sin" would be
to make tomorrow better than today.

Who's happy with the state of things today?
With costs so high for failing to agree,
the need to work together couldn't be
more clearly shown in any other way.
So, set aside the reasons for dismay,
let's work together to the nth degree

(no settling for less than that degree).
Imagine -- if we took that step today,
without a hint of fear or pure dismay,
on every single step we could agree
and lean upon each other all the way --
how wonderful our children's lives could be

if taught by our example how to be
at peace to work and earn their own degree
of harmony to light the future's way
for generations yet to come. Today,
if we could only manage to agree
to end the disillusions and dismay

(and mainly disillusion-based dismay),
the failures of the past would simply be
a challenge for our Peoples to agree
to overcome; and whether by degree
or all at once, I say we start today!
Let's pool our talents now to pave the way.

And, really, is there any other way?
Or should we leave our offspring in dismay,
as our own fathers left us here today?
As clueless as to what it means to be
responsible to any small degree
for future inclinations to agree?

The only way ahead for us to be
without dismay (not even one degree)
is paved today on what we can agree.​

 

[Impenitent]

Aberration
(Sonnet # 4)


Love flowed so easily from heart to hand
My muse ...taunting, teasing, guiding, pleasing
Stirring thoughts numerous as grains of sand
My songs ...wanting, dreaming, needing, scheming

But my hand can't write with an empty heart
And my heart was drained when my muse left me
A poet without words since her depart
I can't even compose my bereft plea

So this, you see, is my natural state
My poems insolubly general
No strut in my step, I sloth to my fate
Flash in the pan, all so ephemeral

I call i call, I beckon you, oh please
This my last gasp, I am down to my knees

 

[protectionist]

Protectionist Poem 1

BE DISCREET, BEAT THE HEAT by Protectionist

Hey Beethoven, get your gun
You bathtubs are overrun
Your fields are turning brown
And house paint's peelin in the sun.

Somebody's knockin on your door
It's not your song he's lookin for
There's no way your story's straight
Keep your papers in the drawer.

Telephone rings aren't cool
Someone from your old school
Keep the TV turned to sports
Use a footstool and whirlpool.

Park your car down the street
Try to be more discreet
Grow a mustache and a beard
Use AC and beat the heat.

No, your bank account's no good
They thought you were Robin Hood
Gave you to the IRS
And took their cut, in all likelihood.

 

[protectionist]

Protectionist Poem 2

COMMUNICATION by Protectionist

All the King's horses
And all the King's men
Couldn't put Bob & Tawny together again.

No, all the Queen's jewels
And all the Queen's gems
Couldn't secure, make pure, manicure, reassure, lower temperature, provide literature or overture
For two year's problems.

But what chance has communication ?
In the absence of action
While to her beat
Strangers come and go ?

Would Beethoven, Byron, Shelly, Keats, or Shakespeare even know ?

 

[protectionist]

Protectionist Poem 3

PERCEPTION DECEPTION by Protectionist

Whether on Christmas or New Year's Eve
Whether in Paris or Tel Aviv
There is never any reprieve
From my long-held beliefs worn on my sleeve

Long ago overcome conditioned, naive
False thoughts planted, intended to deceive
Me into thinking all was OK of that we perceive
Around us and what we might achieve

Only to later discover we'd been led to believe
Delusions of grandeur now buried, we grieve
And then had to pack up and reluctantly heave
Into the junk-heap of life's make-believe, underachieve
Scenarios we held in warm high esteem
But destined to fade, downgrade, unbraid, retrograde, and cascade
I'm afraid

To the sweetened fairy tale garden of Adam & Eve
Or elaborate tower of Queen Genevieve
Find hidden or whole through our concrete cracks
TV, radio, newspaper, or postage attacks
On our eye-lives, imagination, and spirit stacks.

 

[protectionist]

Protectionist Poem 4

COLOR'S PERSONALITIES by Protectionist

PINK is pretty. Young girls dresses, sunrises and sunsets, and flowery things.

YELLOW'S OK. Blonde hair, lemons, midday/afternoon, and the warmth that sunshine brings.

I like BROWN a lot - walnuts, tree trunks, my hair, horses' skin, wooden furniture, and other natural things.

But BLUE is DOWN. A bad trip, gloom & doom, being hurt & strung out. A dark room with wishes not come true. But I still like blue.

RED is up. Fast foward, alive/bright, high energy, strong action, sweet cherries, sporty cars and rendezvous.

ORANGE breezes by in taxi cabs, hangs heavy sunsets, wears old football jerseys, fills fruit bowls and refrigerators.

GREEN makes us happy. Groves of trees, limes, green apples, yeah O.K. - money, natural scents like fresh-cut grass, Spring buds and alligators.

WHITE has tennis clothes, clean sheets, daytime things, sand & surf, dogwood nights, and full moons.

PURPLE intrigues me. Unusual, sexy, provocative, naughty, cool, musical, has rhythm, good for parties, Saturday nights, and honeymoons with guitar tunes.

 

[protectionist]

Protectionist Poem 5

CLOUD'S PUFFS by Protectionist

The first cloud had its full form intact
Its whites, grays, blues, all matter-of-fact
Steady its course, ready to react
With all atmospheric bodies abstract
Or solid, moving, spinning, still
Hunchbacked, cracked, compact
Set and posed to interact
And draw a figure cold but alive
And reach down for my insomniaced
Visions loose but exact.

The second cloud, large and moving around
Still, but in motion, a sky merry-go-round
Up high above its lightning greyhound
To race through the air, to clouds or ground
To open bays, river, or sound.

And little puffs up here and there
Trap my eyes to full minute stare
Surrounded by blue, strange nothingness
Seeming to say "something's amiss"
Broken apart from their parent cloud
And hanging remote, aloof, enshroud, high-browed, proud.

 

[Impenitent]

You Never Can Tell

It was a screaming ranting, and he gave Obama hell
You could tell Impenitent was not under the Messiah's spell
And now the young pundit has rung Barry's bell - so well
'C'est la vie' says Poe's Law, 'it goes to show you never can tell"

He dropped the deceiver without so much as a farewell
He blew Barry away without even a single shell
Now Impenitent has seemingly rung his own death knell
"C'est la vie' says Poe's Law, 'it goes to show you never can tell"

Birther Nation's talking points we can never quell
They pop back up faster than you can ever dispel
So if you think you understand this odd fairy tale
"C'est la vie' says Poe's Law, 'it goes to show you never can tell"


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