Thursday, February 11, 2021

My Summer Friend

 In memory of my good friend Barbara Bond. A kind soul who cared for everybody.

My Summer Friend

 

Summer came and summer went

Days of endless laughter spent

Wear your sweater weather’s cool

Dust off your books back to school

Say farewell goodbye time to part

You’ll live forever in my heart

 

Summer’s dying

A new horizon

Our time will come again

My summer friend

 

Life is a voyage a long trail

We succeed and often fail

Walking with you was fantastic

In a summertime of magic

A season I journeyed with you

I wish you skies ever blue

 

Summer’s dying

A new horizon

Our time will come again

My summer friend

 

Leaves brown fall is here

You’re gone but often near

Though the weather’s unkind

Your still here in my mind

And I say to you today

You’re still bright as a summer day

 

Summer’s dying

A new horizon

Our time will come again

My summer friend



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COVID AND ME

 

COVID AND ME

 

By John Kaniecki

 

I tested positive

But they weren’t positive I was positive

I could still be negative

Which is a positive way to look at something negative

Let’s just state it plainly now

Two negatives do not make a positive

Just like two holes don’t make a hill of dirt

We use a backhoe and a dump truck

Otherwise, I could be wrong

I don’t want to be negative

But then again, I do

I try to be positive

And then again, I don’t

This poem doesn’t rhyme

So, I feel like a hypocritical fool

But there’s always an exception to the rule

Of that I am positive

Middle Passage was brilliant

I gazed upon eternity

And found myself lacking and small

I asked God who is greater than all

He said “Don’t sweat the small details”

“It’s enough to be my child”

Easy for Him to say

I’m positive He’s not positive

Life goes on

A grain of sand won’t block the mighty Mississippi

The world will go on without me

Time takes its toll

The body perishes but not the soul

I’m not trying to be negative

Just honest



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Friday, February 5, 2021

The Legacy

 

The Legacy

 

By John Kaniecki

 

I saw the scarecrow front seat at the rock and roll show

It’s not who you are it’s a matter of who you know

Joe Hill tuned into groovy groves of Jesus of Nazareth

A martyr in Utah he kept the faith until his death

Convicted by a jury of peers based on fabricated lies

His final words of wisdom “Don’t mourn organize”

Somewhere in the Oklahoma prairies Woody caught the breath

We had to defeat Nazi Germany a victory to be won

But in the end friend fascism was far from done

So, Peter came with mild fame painted in red shame

Eugene McCarthy played his silly Satanic game

Silencing by choice any voice in the land of the free

We can see the outer limits but not our own hypocrisy

In Graystone U. the venerable saint wasted away

The young dreamers bowed to the idol of the day

Zimmerman had a plan and thus the torch passed

He had the zeal but the money was the real deal

Hey I can play, but love goes beyond what you feel

And so, we sacrificed the spirit of seventeen seventy-six

At the Newport Folk Festival while going electric

So, the Master Pimp prostituted his clever verse

The divine line so fine between blessing and curse

Understand cash in hand feels mighty grand

The number one rule of being cool is playing with the Band

But Joe looks down from the Rocky Mountain high

As evangelicals scorn salvation and we slowly die

But don’t worry son the stock market went bull

Who cares who we kill capitalism by nature is cruel

There’s an American dream but it’s not my prayer

Hit the score, fuck the whore, is there something more

To life?

I went to the nursing home tonight the visit my wife

Must I mention dementia is such a horrid plight?

We are a nation of winners accepting sinners

All that matters is being on top, rule one to beginners

So, if you’re down in the Super Bowl after the long haul

It doesn’t really matter if you deflate the football

Whatever happened to going out and having some fun?

Or enjoying some exercise in the glorious sun?

While in unceded lands in Grandma’s northwest

They’re raping Mother Earth thanks to greed’s eternal quest

And where are the pop stars as we slowly die?

How come Mister Bob Dylan doesn’t give a cry?

Joe Hill would be on the picket line raising righteous hell

Woody Guthrie would have some rambling story to tell

Pete Seeger would be strumming his banjo overtime

And COVID just kill Anne Feeney such a crime

Slowly the suckers awake boys we’ve been played

But Bob got some blonde big breasted bimbo to get laid

And good old Neil knows the deal divorcing his wife

The two shall become one until the selfish cutting knife

God gave talents to one five, to the next two to the final one

So good sir I humbly ask at your task what have you done?

Selfish seekers with expensive sneakers scared in place

Don’t you know all that you possess is by grace?

In the trenches hear the lamentable scream

In Yemen nine million slowly starve in genocide

Excuse me sir, don’t let me spoil your rock and roll dream

Or impinge on your most honorable pride

I might not be the cleverest rhymer on the block

But I ain’t going to kneel down and suck the devil’s cock

You’re still a prostitute no matter what the price

And all the fans saying you’re the man and this ain’t nice

But truth ain’t naked it’s wrapped in an American flag

So, with a touch of obscurity, I declare you’re it, tag

Cause you see the legacy is supposed to be yours

Could you just please speak out against endless wars?

I mourn with Joe Hill he was a man of the people

While Joel Osteen builds himself a solid gold steeple

“You will eat, bye and bye”

“In the glorious land in the sky”

“Work and pray, live on hay”

“You’ll get pie in the sky when you die”

Money is a fictitious number on the computer screen

And James Johnson just died, do you dig the scene?

In death the rich and poor are identically the same

And God, good sir, counts score in His game

And I look at the sky gray, as if stained by ink

I go to the rivers, so foul I cannot drink

I see mountains of plastic floating in the ocean

While pop stars with gold guitars bow in devotion

To the god of mammon

In Yemen there’s famine

Yes, I know I said it before

I just hate to be defeated

And some things are worth being repeated

The legacy, why it’s nothing but serving the highest call

That is all



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Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Apocalypse

 I won't go down silently. Well, I'll type stuff. You know what I mean! Free your mind and the body won't be long behind. Try being kind and you'll find what you're looking for. 


Apocalypse

 

The merchants of greed are sharpening their blades

See the soldiers marching in endless parades

Don’t you know that profits soar when there’s a war?

It’s a trick that’s been used many times before

 

Darling give me one last kiss on the lips

Here comes the apocalypse

The dreaded moment when time slips

Welcome to the apocalypse

 

They made our rivers their private open sewer

While the wild life’s getting fewer and fewer

They saved a dollar and destroyed Mother Earth

When there’s nothing to eat what’s your money worth?

 

Darling give me one last kiss on the lips

Here comes the apocalypse

The dreaded moment when time slips

Welcome to the apocalypse

 

See the fake news is on every channel

Go and sing the blues this is our funeral

Real soon thinking will be the worst kind of crime

All the poets today they can’t even rhyme

 

Darling give me one last kiss on the lips

Here comes the apocalypse

The dreaded moment when time slips

Welcome to the apocalypse

 

I am the resistance as I sing this song

Together I know we can right every wrong

When we have life there’s hope for a better day

Oh yes my friend a better day so I pray

 

Darling give me one last kiss on the lips

Here comes the apocalypse

The dreaded moment when time slips

Welcome to the apocalypse



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LOVE Machine.....

 

Love Machine

 

I had a dream I made a love machine

It didn’t pollute it was fully green

My machine made thoughts and prayers become real

The only fight that is right is for the ideal

 

Love machine love machine

Makes you happy even if you’re mean

It runs on nothing the engine is clean

Love machine love machine

 

Peace was declared all wars came to an end

The worst of enemies embraced as friends

Rich misers sold all and gave to the poor

Hatred and evil didn’t exist anymore

 

Love machine love machine

Makes you happy even if you’re mean

It run on nothing the engine is clean

Love machine love machine

 

I knew that all of this was fantasy

That I would wake up to dark misery

I would put the love machine in my heart

That in this wicked world I would do my part

 

Love machine love machine

Makes you happy even if you’re mean

It run on nothing the engine is clean

Love machine love machine

 

So here I am singing this simple song

If you hear it please try to right a wrong

Love is the finest thing we have in this place

So show a little mercy and show some grace

 

Love machine love machine

Makes you happy even if you’re mean

It run on nothing the engine is clean

Love machine love machine



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Friday, December 25, 2020

Peace on Earth

 

Peace on Earth

 

By John Kaniecki

 

My wish for Christmas

Is peace on Earth

Wasn’t that the promise

At our dear Lord’s birth

 

For peace on Earth I pray

We need it to survive

Join with me today

Help keep the dream alive

 

Peace only comes from Love

Not from guns and war

Do you know where I’m coming from

Become part of the cure

 

God in heaven wishes us well

We are His children one and all

He Loves us more than we can tell

Join the cause of peace, heed the call

 

My wish for Christmas

Is peace on Earth

Wasn’t that the promise

At our dear Lord’s birth




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