To exhausted to open
door this morning,
I found this note
getting swept up
from the kitchen floor:
Aug. 10th 2020: Quar
Politics has grounded up the idea that the ignorant can become morons without learning un-biased information, even when their lives are in chaos, it comes to them through a Piper’s flute, jumping off the cliff of the true principles they all believe in… whether PhD., GED, home school, or on the job, life and work experience. They have nested termites under the floor of our Great Experiment. Good grief!
Then, there are the American Patriots, rarely ever accepting a label other than they are Americans and believe in the same things all Americans agree on, and pledge Allegiance to our Constitution; without embellishment. They believe in the equality of our neighbor that makes a hood a home-town community; that excels in growth, in principle, that becomes a State with a balanced opinion by democracy and Justice. It has prospered, as a United States, the successful American Experiment that other’s said would fail. (They ask to silence the anger, demeaning slurs to our neighbor and live the American Dream, with logical dialogue. “…to the Republic for which it stands: one Nation indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all…”
Only an enemy of these principles, of this Awesome Country, can divide us into strife; systematically, until it implodes. Leaving the spoils for them and to enslave the people, for basic necessities. There will be no time to mourn luxury.
The time needs to be reminded that “the times (as usual) are a changin’ …”; to correct our mis-steps going forward into the American Dream.
fog lifting the field
Tags: Existenlism, Growing up, Haiku, Notes Found On The Refrigerator, Quarantined, Zen
a wonderful rain
as the mist behind sun dries
enemies of peace
so …as the song goes
why do our heads hang so low
down in a valley
rising with a Love
as spring does resurrection
“We shall overcome”.
let’s get up with Joy
and show them our example
life goes back and forth
Tags: Existenlism, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, Notes Found On The Refrigerator, Zen
[Children all over the world are being slain without an enemy, other than ours.]
Each evening puts tears in our eyes
as we watch the world
with arrogance, stupidity, and greed
carnage souls and minds.
I know we are getting old.
But, what did we teach them?
Are they awake? What have they learned?
I thought we buried the sword!
If we have left the handle above the ground
—place it back on the slain bodies deep,
and shatter it where it was found.
Kneel and be still.
Then rise, as the new day, with bright eyes.
And, continue to teach each other;
why we all, see the beauty of each sun set
—and why we all, look forward to each sun rise.
“Children are our second chance to have a great parent-child relationship.”
Tags: Crying for Children, Love, Notes Found On The Refrigerator, Peace
The silver spoon
Spilling gibberish, drool, and cream
In this morning’s Lobster Bisque
Screamed at him for not
Eating Cheerios in 1% milk
With silverware, or even
A plastic spoon.
(None would have to be polished
Rubbed by servants
And served, to feed
Your fat reflecting face).
“We are both, growing worthless
In history” fading as it dripped
and slurped from
Tags: https://dversepoets.com/2017/04/04/anthropomorphize-me/, Notes Found On The Refrigerator
Fear of Night
I toast to you with wine and sweetened bread;
Those of you who are still afraid of night.
Free will and slavery, share the same bed;
With bling bling’s insatiable appetite
Nay! Men nor women are excused from lies
When they say, “God’s words, only they can hear!”
Asking for cash, property, jams, and pies;
When, the Spoken Word is hearts hidden ear.
Hear! Hear! Hypocrisy of screaming hearts
Embracing beyond a hand shake or smile,
Stealing souls into night, into the dark,
Where straw shelters burn brightly on trial.
Banners, crucifixes, temples, stage lights,
Candles, and guns keep you on guard at night.
Sleeping with Sophia;
Bitter-sweet desire on a barbed wire fence.
Wisdom, seeks all lovers!
She transcends all borders erected on the altar of soldiers;
Escaping Venus and Narcissus.
Love Me, she quietly pleads.
Responding by groping
Her physical and intellectual carcass;
Diminished in what she really seeks.
Wisdom tunnels into light above the moat of darkness.
Sophia knowing this; embraces the heart of the moon.
Tags: Growing up, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, Notes Found On The Refrigerator
(curtain rises…both are getting into bed)
Mémé: I’m not asking you to cheat
Only to tweak. (turning over, back to Pépé)
Pépé: I refuse to participate, in the choices they make,
can’t you see, Just let it be!
(he does the same and turns over. now both are lying back to back)
Mémé: Get off your arse then, and turn off the light!
There ain’t nothing right… left to be seen this night.
Pépé: I thought it was your turn
To turn out the lights, tonight.
Mémé: You want to fight?
(as a matter of fact)
I still got a good right.
Pépé: What is it that you want me to do?
Again. Before I lay down.
(slowly getting up)
Mémé: Go and tell the grandchildren
To stop this, this… “Messing around!
…La vie ne est plus le pont de d’Avignon.”
(re-enters and gets into bed facing mémé)
Mémé: Bonsoir Pépé.
(Both start humming ‘Sous le pont de d’Avignon’)
On the lighter side, in my “research”, I stumbled on this and if you have the time… [growing up with this song, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw this.]
Tags: A role of responsibility, France, French-Canadian, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.se/, Short play
“I want to be judged by the innocent.” ~Note Found On The Refrigerator~
It is a source of humor,
a real knee slapper
spittle in the laughter.
specifications, whispered about.
Measured things of imperfection,
calibrated with latex glove
against the length of a snot.
Wine slurred dis-approval.
Tsk, tsk, between sips of West Coast grapes
and New York City Lattes.
I have to leave now.
Bushwhackers in the bush
throwing full beer can slurs.
when I think about it
Why would I go without this upheaval;
shame, detaining progress of escape.
I need to leave now.
I cannot sit without a syllabus.
I need to prepare my right to prevail;
present my argument
for this incredible obstacle you present,
in knowing me.
like a mirror on the fun house wall.
I am leaving now.
but I need to take this call.