Sweet condensation!
You've came to rescue me
Cleanse me and bathe me
Wash away this misery
Will you return me
To the way things used to be?
Or just desert me
And leave me to my pain
And grief
RAIN
The Silent Majority
The Silent Majority is a misnomer
It is like hitting a sacrifice
Bug-eyed fly!
Then calling it a Homer?
White Superiority is shot through the refrain
Let’s Make America Great Again!
A quarter of the United States population
Is their pious peeps
Outside of Tik-Tok and Trump rallies
You do not hear them speak
Try arguing with them on policies
They will change the subject
And claim that is what you mean?
Truth and facts
Wolfish acts against Capitol police
Do not move these angry sheep
The Deplorables
Worship Republican Jesus
And Superior genes
Inner entitled mindsets
Group Think
Mask nefarious means
Ordinary working people
Pulled the gas levers
Subjugated the negro slaves
Wiped out the Native teepees
Never once contemplating
Their actions
As Colonial American – Nazi Fascist – Fiends!
Howard Zinn
Howard Zinn
Original sin
What’s left out
Is more important
Than what’s put in
Government spin
Betrayed by the vocal components of the wind
History lessons for the next of kin
The lions at the mercy of the hunters pen
Why do you think the fox
Enters the inattentive henhouse!
With a sly grin?
Pharaoh Broadway
If it was money
Coming over the Border
The New Prophets would say
It is making the economy grow
But people over profits?
Hell no!
Let us pray
Our sins away
Orange-tanned and Blonde-coiffed Moses
Now leads us
Down Pharoah Broadway
Happy Valentines’ Day
You came to me
From another Land
At a Time when I needed
A Helping Hand
You Spoke a Language
I did not Know
Somehow our Love
Began to Grow
Body To Soul
You showed me
A Whole New World
You gave me a Beautiful
Boy and Girl
You broke the Hardness
In my Heart
Thank You Baby
For giving me
A Brand New Start
Happy Valentines'Day!
Social Divid-ends
If someone told you five plus five equaled eleven?
Would you believe them?
Is it a socially relevant theorem?
The one and one equivalence theory
Derived from your initial answer
Thus entwines thought
Like a vine stem
Twisting and turning truth as it unwinds
Up the Tree of Life
Into conscientious stratagem
REPUBLICAN JESUS
Verily verily I say unto thee!
Thine virtues attained
By thine markets be free
Charity!
By the exalted disparity
Twas not a penance
Meant to relieve
Merely a lavish edifice stitched to seam
An elusive dream
Better beggars!
To be fishermen
Making haste
Far away to sea!
Slackers and laggards
Are not meant to be economically free
Tis is capitalist creation!
Know your station!
And conform to society
Even bees
Stop their buzzing
When they encounter their Boss Queen!
If nothing less
Than please invest
In not making your political petulances
So obnoxiously obscene!
REMINISCE Of THE SQUALL’S MIST
Time has a way with seasons
Winter Summer Spring and Fall
Looking back
Some folks show
Warm kinship
Plant seeds
Of real friendship
While others
Bitterly cold
Brusque
Outer space
From whence cometh the squall?
Did they really
Knoweth me
At all?
Sensible sensibilities
Intact on a clean NYC downtown toilers train
Musing beside the fetid wayfarer
And lewd graffiti scrawl
A TOAST
A Toast to the Nation
For Tough Economic and Pandemic Times
A Toast to My Friends
For Putting Up with My Rhymes
A Toast to President Obama
For Adding Color
To the Presidential Panorama
A Toast to All the Teachers
And Nature’s Wonderful Creatures
A Toast to All We Love
And Providence Up Above
A Toast to Those Up in Age
And Your Times Spent on the Stage
A Toast To All Mankind
To all the Nurses and Hospital personnel putting their lives on the line
Health
Happiness
And Love
May You Find
On your Splendid Days Off
From the Daily Grind
TIS ONLY I
My Mother and my Father
Out of the Light they Lie
The Warrant would not find them
And here ‘Tis only I
‘Tis only I
Shall hang so high
O let not man remember
The Soul that God forgot
But fetch the county kerchief
And noose me in the knot
And I will rot
For so the Game is ended
That should have not Begun
My Mother and My Father
They had a likely Son
And I have None
Note: This is the only poem I feature on my blog that I did not write. I read it in an autobiography of the famed lawyer Charles Darrow. It was written by an unnamed author.
The poor wretch was convicted as a murderer. He was condemned to hanging. I found the poem to be quite haunting.
C’est la vie mon amour!
– Donald Reith
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