Iron Poet

[Impenitent]

it's wide open

 

[Capstone]

Build a Burger

No buns could satisfy the Wonder Bred;
pink dough would be the only way to go.
No ketchup would approach the shade of red
so easily extracted from "the po' ".
No lettuce would quite muster up the green
that's printed out of nothing more than air;
No mayo'd stoke 'the interest' that "they" glean
from pain and suffering and mass despair.
No beef would get them all to open wide
their arms, or to embrace humanity.
No burger could be built by bona fide
elitists spurred by their insanity.​

 

[Capstone]

Feed the conspiracy...

 

[Impenitent]

Rio Grande

While you're off feeding lizards
We can't get food to our gizzards
You call me a wetback
Because I don't accept the setback

Because I don't accept the setback

You talk of your free market
But your invisible hand has a target
On corn futures you conspire
While we suffer Saint Anthony's fire


I'm forced to search and wander
For food and freedom gringos squander
Someday where the buzzards are flying
You'll find my cold body lying

You'll find my cold body lying


I swim the Rio Grande
So I can feed my family
My personal risk of drowning
Never a factor in your accounting

Never a factor in your accounting



development relief education

 

[Capstone]

Education is the key;
Doors will open magic'ly,
Unlocked, as if by gatemen from above --

Circum-spectral keepers of
All the laws of 'higher love'
They'll freely teach to the selected few...

Informed enough to do
Occulted research to accrue
No 'wealth' but knowledge: as above, below.

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And this development would be,
as food relief, completely free
to desp'rate hearts and minds that starve to know:

its Universal Truth.

 

[Capstone]

Its Universal Truth

(in case there was any question as to the next 3-word prompt)

 

[Impenitent]

"Joe Paterno" (to Disco Inferno)

Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn
Burnin'

Jerry Sandusky had free rein
To cause so much hurt and pain
Over one hundred boys they say
People knew the truth, now
But kept the secret just the same

Under their protective wings
A serial rapist schemes
The coach and the university
Didn't want to face the shame
When the story started to explode
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn, Joe Paterno
Burn baby burn, burn in the fires of hell
Burn baby burn, Joe Paterno
Burn baby burn, burn in the fires of hell
Burnin'

Will there ever be satisfaction?
Came the chain reaction
(Burnin')
There couldn't be enough
So we had to destroy his stuff

We took his records down
(Burnin')
And burned that statue to the ground
Everybody's goin' strong
And when that spark got hot
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn, Joe Paterno
Burn baby burn, burn that bastard down, yo
Burn baby burn, Joe Paterno
Burn baby burn, burn that bastard down
Burnin'

Up above my head, I hear music in the air
I hear music
That makes me know
There's angels somewhere

Will there ever be satisfaction
Came the chain reaction, do you hear?
Will there ever be enough?
So we had to destroy his stuff

The heat was on
Rising to the top
Everybody's goin' strong
That is when the spark got hot
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn, Joe Paterno
Burn baby burn, burn in the fires of hell
Burn baby burn, Joe Paterno , yeah
Burn baby burn, burn in the fires of hell
Get it

Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn, burn that bastard down
Burn baby burn, Joe Paterno
Burn baby burn

 

[Capstone]

The Wrath of Burnt Babies

Half-brother of the man whose sacrifice
found favor in the jaded eyes of god;
full-brother of the bride he'd take to Nod,
whose twin-like beauty, only, would suffice.

Unknown to Cain was his fraternal twin's
and Abel's seed would reap for what he'd done.
A blind descendent of the Widow's Son
would put to rest the uncle for his sins.

So now he sleeps and dreams in black and white
(and lies in wait below the checkered floors)
to rise again to settle ancient scores
between the hosts of heavenly birthright.

But those who wish to wake him best beware;
a messenger of Virgo has been sent
this universal truth to plainly state:
to all the zealots who've 'cremated care',

a blind man lives to seal your dreamer's fate.

 

[Capstone]

...with God's approval.

 

[Impenitent]

I'm dreaming of a white President
Just like the ones I used to know
As white as a gardenia
And not one born in Kenya
With full approval of Jim Crow

I'm dreaming of a white President
With every viral email I write
Remember God didn't grant a voting right
And may all your Presidents be white

(sarcasm)


Captstone's next projection

 

[Capstone]

Next in Line

Though buried in the gilded sands
by wind and time, interred,
the topless pyramid still stands
below the 33rd,

awaiting excavation by
its capstone's worshipers;
for whom the placement of The Eye
(their mission) yet endures.

They astrally project the goal
from places far and wide
to see the undiscovered shoal
in its receding tide.​

 

[Capstone]

Voice of inspiration.

 

[Impenitent]

"Letter From Trenton Jail"
(Satisfaction - Rolling stones)

I can't get out of this contraption
I can't get out of this contraption
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get out, I can't get out

When I'm drivin' in my car
And the steering wheel's stuck in my gut
And my flailing arms can't reach the seat belt
And my big gulp has fallen in my lap
And oh God I just want outta this trap

I can't get out, oh no, no, no
A hey, hey , hey, that's what I say

I can't get out of this contraption
I can't get out of this contraption
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get out, I can't get out

When you see Obama on the Jersey Shore
Gathering FEMA trucks and money galore
To him what is needed is perfectly clear
'Cause i'm a big fat tick stuck in his ear
I'm a Presidential prisoner of war

I can't get out, oh no, no, no
A hey, hey, hey, that's what I say

I can't get out of this contraption
I can't get out of this contraption
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get out, I can't get out

My exploratory committee explains what they foresee
With one big voice just to tell me
How white my supporters will be
But some of my best friends are black folk
And I'm inspired by salsa dancers on Telemundo TV

I can't get out, oh no, no, no
A hey, hey, hey, that's what I say

I can't get out of this contraption
I can't get out of this contraption
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get out, I can't get out

While my party's resentment is felt
Mainly south of the Mason-Dixon line
But I can't see nothin' below my belt
And I don't know if I could win a brawl
Or if in reality I have no balls at all

I can't get out, oh no, no, no
A hey, hey, hey, that's what I say

I can't get out, I can't get out
I can't get out of this contraption, out of this contraption
Oh, no, no, no

 

[Impenitent]

seeking undeserved satisfaction

 

[Capstone]

UNdeserved Ridicule

Millions (or billions?) of hollow point rounds,
"hermetically sealable" coffins, and then
the convoys of M-RAPs brought by the U.N.
may not be as evil as all of that sounds.
If no-one's to blame for what's coming our way
(catastrophes wrought by a binary twin
whose perigee's swiftly approaching again),
then laying the blame for the hell that's to pay
alone on the shoulders of 'those in-the-know',
because they are seeking to mitigate death
and suffering caused by the horrible breath
belched out from that Dragon of Chaldean Lore,

although satisfying, might be ill-advised,
if saving our race can be rationalized.​

 

[Capstone]

Lost tribe found.

 

[Impenitent]

"The Birthing"
(Recently discovered in the papers of Frank Marshal Davis!)

Once upon the savanna dreary,
While I waddled bloated and bleary
From my bed to the lamp across the floor
There came upon my body a contraction,
A sudden wrenching action
As of someone violently ripping, ripping at my gut below
Tis a cramp I uttered, wrenching at my gut below
To be certain, I'll sup on wild boar nevermore

Within that hovel modest, my life changed that hot dry August
Each step quickening as I paced that sawdust floor
Homesick and forelorn I awaited the arrival of my firstborn
And thought I must be damned, damned forever
Since my parents named me Stanley Ann,
Perennial wallflower Stanley Ann,
Never a part of anyone's manly plan, nor nothing more

Now within that quickened pace I'm making, I can feel my water breaking
Thus explaining, sustaining me now against contractions discomfort,
With surely more in store
I call, I squall, I scream to that midwife weary,
She harkened by my urgent query.
She's delivered Zulu princes and her chanted voodoo convinces me,
A royal birth is imminently proceeding
A royal birth is imminently proceeding
This i kept repeating, nothing more

That night we did our duty, delivering that child imbued with nobility and beauty
My husband named him, and thus claimed him for this continent ever so dark at my door
What would be his future here, my conscience questioning, foggy and unclear.
Are our destinies truly here, duly here, cruelly here
All my greatest fears are collecting, now and forever more

I, the vessel, would then wrestle, wrestle with the bureaucratic beating I took in my next meeting with tribal leaders I failingly implore
'You can try Chad or Sudan,
We'll not toss our record in the trash can.'
But not defeated I never retreated,
Until I found the willing palm that needed greasing with my last 10 shillings and nothing more

I recalled those words of Toto,
To another who lost her mojo,
"Dorothy, matters not the man behind the canvas, just get your ass back to Kansas"
Tho I fear I've severed my ties to that distant shore.
In my stomach a gnawing awing feeling like a cancer,
And of mom's phone, there was no answer.
Mom please help me.
I beseech thee.
Now there are three
And we have no finances
Now we need money evermore

She had been in Maui, not our part of Hawaii,
But upon her return we did discern
She had concern for the safety of the child I bore.
She said the words I languished to hear, then played upon my anguish and fear,
"Yes, we love you honey, and
I'll send you money for Honolulu
If only you will leave that crazy Zulu tribesman
Take your young son, escape that
unholy, loathly one and see him nevermore"

When time came at last,
And not a second past
I summoned surprising secret courage unknown theretofore
Carrying nothing but Barack with me, we peered at that old DC-3 in Nairobi
As the whirling props hummed, "escape!"
Another daunting hulk, haunting me, taunting me to escape
My life in Kenya, my rejection
A life from Kenya required protection and I would return nevermore

 

[Impenitent]

Robert Frost astound

 

[Capstone]

Nice parody of The Raven. Poe would be proud.

 

[Capstone]

An ode to *Robert Frost's astounding* work, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (please note the rhyming words and schemes are identical.

Chopping up Hoods on a Snow-White Evening


Whose hoods these are I think I know.
Their robes are in the closet though;
They will not see me crouching here
Amongst the garb as white as snow.

But lest you dare to think me queer
For hiding in the closet near
The KKK Lodge by the lake
The darkest evening of the year,

I give my bag of tools a shake
To show my goal's, make no mistake,
To leave some clippings here to sweep
(I hear their morning maid's a flake).

The closet's roomy, dark and deep,
but I have best laid plans to keep,
And hoods to shred before I sleep,
And hoods to shred before I sleep.​