The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities:
Felt their Nerves change into Marrow
And hardening Bones began
In swift diseases and torments,
In throbbings & shootings & grindings
Thro' all the coasts; till weaken'd
The Senses inward rush'd shrinking,
Beneath the dark net of infection.
2. Till the shrunken eyes clouded over
Crying Wolf.
Eerie howling, wolfhound calling.
Amber eyes alight.
Spirit of the deepest forest.
Stealthy pads the night.
Distant hunting, litters growing.
Feral family proud.
Livestock missing, farmers arming.
Freedom disallowed.
"Psalm For Seniors"
Praise to you, Lord, for our life and our experience.
Thank you for our success and our occasional failures,
and for giving us the grace to learn from both.
Thank you for allowing us to live long enough to gain wisdom,
and give us the grace to share our experience
and riches with others in a timely and helpful way.
Thank you, lord, for listening,
and help us to listen to your promptings.
Open our hearts to the needs of the larger
community beyond the immediate group.
My Thanks,
ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND.
'T is said that in the Holy Land
The angels of the place have blessed
The pilgrim's bed of desert sand,
Like Jacob's stone of rest.
That down the hush of Syrian skies
Some sweet-voiced saint at twilight sings
The song whose holy symphonies
2008: Held In Custody
copyright 04-21-08
for single-parent urban Moms
Happy Mother's Day
When I was growing up
She was like
The large green dense bush
Wide Worldly Wish....
Wide Worldly Wish….
Poem During These Corona Pandemic Times
the world is always in balance,
our mind always wants to be in balance,
our spirit always wants peace and tranquility,
rest in the mind,
calm around us,
calm and easy going everywhere,
How We Were Friends
How we were friends
Throughout the years
Some in kindergarten
Warm milk made us peaceful
But when recess had come
We became such rebels
Some in grade school throughout
We learned 'bout poetry
About number zero
Mourning
The patter of rain in early spring
The song of birds being sung
I'd rather hear then about shootings
Or many people in sorrow
For their loved ones killed
A child's laughter
Or an old friend's voice
Singing a drunken ballad
With a gusto no one has seen before
The silence of night
Thursday Thoughts....
We are equals
War is yours
War is ours
Since we want it
Since we eagerly wish it
Never miss it
That you are guilty
Of all the victims of this war
Wherever it happens
In your place
In The Loop
I heard from people after the shootings. People
I knew well or barely or not at all. Largely
the same message: how horrible it was, how little
there was to say about how horrible it was.
People wrote, called, mostly e-mailed
because they know I teach at Virginia Tech,
to say, there’s nothing to say. Eventually
I answered these messages: there’s nothing
to say back except of course there’s nothing
to say, thank you for your willingness
School Shootings
No religious wars
No political domination
No economic gains
Just pure hatred for humanity
Directed towards the most vulnerable
The innocent children.
It is more than guns or drugs
Or mental illness!
This phenomenon keeps hitting
The Party Of Jesus Christ
So only God could do something to prevent and protect the people from somebody who needs to do that! So show me the political party of Jesus Christ. Let's be fair, For God's sake
Jesus Christ has been around for thousands of years. So let's be easy going about this by this
point and by way of human reckoning, let's just call God Jesus Christ-at least so in this poem and surely of course always when referring to political things like what we have now made of mass shootings. So let's adjust to this new world. And now understand that mass murders are political things. That's what the media has done to this situation. Let's go back and talk about the situation. Thirty one people have been slaughtered this past weekend. Do I write enough like a journalist. Or should I stick with being a poet….I mean I am trenchantly expository sometimes. Connoting factual pragmatic disclosures of a gang style kill thrill transgender cop who happens to live in the building next to mine. Why would I tell you this? Well, I told the LAPD and they've done nothing about it. Not even written me a letter and directed me to a different agency. "Ma'am, although we are concerned about officers of the peace who commit inexplicable gang style kill thrills, who happen to be caught doing so on a video you saw on the late afternoon news, and went into so much shock from such that it took you a long time to reach us; although we appreciate your efforts to include us in this research and concern, we are referring you to the LASD because your killer actually works for that organization: The LASD. And actually, it might be The Highway Patrol she works for. And by the way, she's laid off her testosterone injections for awhile and looks nothing like she looks in that news clip, but it is just not our jurisdiction. And we are not therapists, so we can't extend our condolences for your trauma, shock, and fear. " Something like that. I'm sure I phased out a bit at this point being so sick and tired of thinking about it, actually that I am probably making you my reader as sick and tired. SO: On to better and bigger things: JESUS CHRIST. At this point, I am sorry, but with mass shootings so frequent here in America, we have to just Halt there being simply The Republicans and The Democrats and we have to now start The Party of Jesus Christ as a political option. This is true, yes? We can not handle any more of these mass killings and we have found out that whatever it is we are doing, we are not doing something right. And we don't refer to God and it is only God who can heal people who would mass kill people in a slaughter rip. And one of our current political parties only wants to blame our President and so many poets on PoemHunter even want to blame our President so I am going Hard Core about this and starting a new political party and naming that political party The PArty of Jesus Christ. Yes, things seem to have gotten that bad. Yes, yes….guess what, folks? We need GOD to stop these slaughterous monsters. I'll take you through the equation step by step again. The media has enabled one political party to blame our President for the actions of an individual.Oh, because he criticized the rats in Baltimore or slung a comment back with empowered swag; whatever he's said, some Presidential Candididates are giving the power of God to Trump: claiming it's his fault. This is a problem. He; s a reality television show Hollywood Hipster. I didn't know that meant he was God to some of you. I can't go on with this. I need The Party of Jesus Christ-to believe any of this.
Therapy, Tragedy And Killers, Oh My!
New York City psychologist, Kathryn Faughey,
was hacked to death by a patient.
It was very personal killing by the use sharp objects,
not a projectile from a barrel,
Dr. Reuvan Bar Levov, who I knew personally,
did suffer death from the latter,
The mind is strange place to dwell into,
it is full ideas,
some pleasant,
some terrible.
Kent State Shootings
Who can forget that tragic day
The year 1970, the month of May
The National Guardsman’s poised on a hill
Their rifles aimed, ready to kill
Gun fire soon filled the air
People screaming and running everywhere
The Guardsman’s were shooting at will
.5. Angry Men
Who created all this anger?
The unrest that makes man fight
Who sends the mobs out in the streets?
To set the cars alight
What started all the fighting?
Did riots come by choice?
What made man loose his patience?
Till no one heard his voice
Letter To America
Dear America:
It must be nice to be insulated
Against this evolving world
Too avoid the armed conflicts
Enabling you haggard dogmatic
Recipes of disaster
While stealing the bread and butter
That infuses cardboard religions
With commerce morality
America - The Land Where Honeys Milked And Raped
Here's three cheers for the U.S.A.
Home to the Brave and the KKK
Where wealth buys stock in liberty
and the poor die on social security
No need for healthcare when you have guns
School shootings seasons so much fun
Some stand in lines and rant on pro-life
But let welfare kids suffer lifes strife
Stop, The Shootings Now! !
Enough is Enough!
This can't go on
And something must be done
NOW! ! !
The US,
A violent Country
That has gone,
Too far in letting
Insane savages,
Kill
Dallas!
Dallas, sad, all!
'Action and reaction are opposite and equal';
With police Shootings against American Citizens,
And with the citizens replying the Police in the same way! !
'An eye for an eye and, a tooth for a tooth';
But, this is NOT the Way towards peace and unity.
Dallas! !
We rather need peace on earth than, violence;
Peace in the Neighbourhood!
Without RACISM.
Father Got The Bullet In A Civil War
I am telling you the truth herewhat I remember;
First round for fun was from Mark 4 or 303 rifle's fire!
Then bullets of defenders flew like bees were after attackers;
Heavy machine guns, LMG bullets came from soldiers! !
Silence was pierced and it was about 3 o'clock in the morning;
It was the full moon of April 8,1971 in the Spring!
My dad insisted and pushed me to leave the war field;
He wanted me to live but chose for him to be killed! !