Progress

 Progress

Forest

A green dream

Life exploding

Flies a buzz

Mosquitoes too, we hear them hum

Wind passing through the leaves

Birds sing their songs

Woodpeckers steady tapping

Pricklers, we stay away from the sharp thorns

Squirrels leaping in the high branches of the trees

A woodchuck in caution peering cautiously at us

We roll over a rotted log

Centipedes, millipedes scurry

We gaze upon the treasured salamander

He is curiously beautiful to us

The creeks water ripples

We cross stepping on stones

Cautiously we traverse hoping not to get our feet wet

Minnows, goldfish, tadpoles swim

Frogs croak, startled they leap

A turtle darts by

In the distant we gaze upon a deer

A precious creature of extravagant beauty

Small white flowers grow among crab grass

 

Crashing bulldozers come

And make everything flat

The sign boasts of a new development

Civilization!

What was is no more

We walked the newly created muddy wasteland

Shock, horror, grief

The have a euphemism for it

Progress

We leave there is another sign saying in bright orange letters

“NO TRESSPASSING”

Sings say a lot without noise

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Fixing Route 46

Fixing Route 46

 

The state got plans to fix

The traffic on route forty six

All the engineers got to say

Is make sure we get out pay

 

Ever make love to a block

It don’t sing it don’t rock

Comes with a real high price

Love is the sacrifice

Now that ain’t right

They’ll be using all their tricks

Fixing Route forty six

 

Get up at four to go to Philly

The whole situation in silly

Count the cars where the bums awake

Don’t know how much I can take

 

They say God will provide

And God is on our side

But how can you tell

When we live in hell

Love is the sacrifice

Now that ain’t right

They’ll be using all their tricks

Fixing Route forty six

 

We’ll do our job and not retreat

If we loose we won’t admit defeat

We can always blame the other guy

It’s all about money and greed is why

 

Ever make love to a brick

The whole process is sick

Comes with a forked tongue

Deceives the simple and the young

Love is the sacrifice

Now that ain’t right

They’ll be using all their tricks

Fixing Route forty six

 

The homeless used to live in the trees

With the sprites and gnomes and fairies

Soon they’ll be done on route forty six

Whole thing just makes me sick

Fixing Route forty six 

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In Memory of Russell Means

In Memory of Russell Means

 

A champion of the oppressed

In blessing blessed

 

Darkest demons dwell inside

Doubt, despair

A warrior full of Sioux pride

Daring to care

To be a light

To fight the fight

 

Mother Earth

Your son returns

As in life

     As in death

           As in birth

A fire that burns

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Little Black Box

 Little Black Box

 

God grand creator of the universe

By whose hand the Earth’s form took

No matter how profound the verse

Could you be contained in a book?

 

Omnipotent infinite able to do all

To be in a block box ever so small

You’re able to make real the slightest whim

Would you make a home in my poem?

 

Black and white laws a system of rules

They quote the Bible as perfect fools

Twisting manipulative serving their own end

They mock your Spirit and call you friend

 

Crystal clear to Love it is to obey

Yet their love is but a word they say

In slavery bound by their sin and desire

They claim the truth but each is a liar

 

The little black box it sits on my table

Whatever your will it is then able

The little black box I put it on my shelf

I look inside only to find myself

 

A firefly captured by children in delight

They gaze at the magical mystical light

You’re in the black box I have no doubt

Perhaps one day I will let you out

 

These words perhaps they depict your soul

To show you love yes that is my goal

In a little black box tiny as a star

In a little black box is where you are

 

Contrast, there is heaven there is hell

You’ll see the difference it is easy to tell

Love is the word written on my heart

In a little black box never to part

 

In a little black box kept secure

I wish it was something better something more

A little black box they do not understand

From deep within there comes the command

 

Listen my dear one and yes you’ll hear

But could you hear and not know fear

A little black box convenient in hand

I wonder if you’ll ever understand

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Pushing The Rock Up The Hill

Pushing The Rock Up The Hill 

I declare by this aching back and sore feet

That the sweat of my brow is not so sweet

I saw Sisyphus body slam Jesus

And since then, before the final amen there was them and us

Rosa Parks, skin so dark, refused to sit at the back of the bus

Now we get jet airplanes in Dubai

And B-1 bombers a billion of pop that don’t fly

And the boulder on my shoulder is getting bolder

Every second the universe is cursed getting older

Shouldn’t we digress and express the blessing

Where in time is the crime, I stand only guessing

Inch by inch becomes a mile without a smile

Sensational darling love that poetic style

Climb, climb, climb

Rhyme, rhyme, free verse

See this all but a metaphor

But what for?

Birthday wishes for a dear Facebook friend name Bruce

Turn up the candles twist the fire of desire loose

Life is meant for the living, no excuse

We all have our moments of abuse

Dreams come true

I met her and she/he met you

Pushing the rock up the hill

And I suppose I always will

Pushing the rock up the hill

Still

You can always enjoy the view

Engraved in stone God’s will

Thou shall not kill

But heads of rock may shock

And if the hill is steep

That faithful promise they cannot keep

Don’t let that evil rock roll down

United at the zenith we collect our laurel crown

Peace, peace, be still

Pushing the rock up the hill  

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Blighted The World

 Blighted The World

 

You spent days in the maze going all ways

Hyped you typed the words to the latest craze

What a pretender you can never surrender

Through the door the Minotaur the game ender

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world

 

The rat runs from the cat chases the cheese

When you are homeless you do as you please

You served your time and you did no crime

Except for obeying orders and marching in line

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world

 

They are gentrifying Harlem way uptown

The orders are given from the banks on down

While the disheveled veteran sleeps on grate

Mass production it’s hard to function with hate

 

LSD slips in his juice

He is free fabulously loose

He chases the dragon today

Tomorrow is the time to pay

Tomorrow and what more

Enter the Minotaur

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world

 

In that fatal moment when insanity becomes real

You cannot repent or even see the total deal

And with open eyes you realize Babylon

With trembling slips time slips and all is gone

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world

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Sunrise Over Saskatchewan

Sunrise Over Saskatchewan

 

Sunrise over Saskatchewan

Where have all the good times gone?

In the past forever to last in memory

While tomorrow offers the tempting promises of eternity

With Malcolm X I demand respect

Who are you to cajole and vex?

I am free

Standing under understanding the glory of the pine tree

Water is life

To my rhythmic lovers of fantasy I am more than wife

Cut deeply oh sacred knife – cleansed by the fire’s flame

I TOO HAVE DESIRE!!!

I bear no shame

Stab into marrow and bone

I stand alone

With friends and family

I am free

 

I see the tea?

A gentle watering can appropriately green

A funky white container with flowers pretty

Ever been to New York City?

Babylon is not as pretty as a

Sunrise over Saskatchewan

Our collective innocence is gone

And this is a birthday pome?

I missed the garden have pardon

 

Let me bake you a cake

Let me be real and not fake

Let me say have a special day

For this is the anniversary of your birth

Janice Lee Dongworth

Here’s a clue

Like Jesus, I love you

But as we go on in time and fades this rhyme

Will that be true?

Cash the photoflash the moment is gone

Sunrise over Saskatchewan 

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