Jitterbugging With Jezebel

 Jitterbugging With Jezebel

 

One two three four

Dancing sweetly on the floor

Take you partner twist her round

Hold her tightly on the ground

 

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

 

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

Cinderella riding your pumpkin coach

And shoes that snugly fit

Fairy tail propaganda

Counterfeit 

 

Insatiable - psychotic politicians pondering power

Starvation - junkyard dog gnawing at a tin can

Desperation -  gruesome wallflower lusting for a prom date

Longing for more ---

 

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

Wait they've used that line before

 

Say hey whispers Uncle Sam

Don't you know who I Am?

I'm the red, white and blue

Got stars in my eyes too

and I WANT YOU!

 

There was a man so mild and meek

Who taught us love and to turn the cheek

In his name they love to speak

The sky is gray and the future bleak

 

One two three four

Bankers divvying up the score

 

Poetry has become irrelevant

Says the preacher quoting psalms

God has become irrelevant

Mocks mammon making bombs

 

One two three four

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No Cause for Alarm

No Cause for Alarm

 

I always detested you

A freak by choice

Your spiked hair

And leather jacket

Picturing the Statue of Liberty

Submerged in water

As if drowning

Baring the words

That entitle this poem

I did not detest your rebellion

It intrigued me

Tantalized me

Rather how you would

Cynically mock me

For behaving

Following the rules

And I have come

To the conclusion

That you were right

Now I see

Your picture on Facebook

Your head is shaved

And a M 16

Is raised aimed to kill

And worst of all

You are not joking

I detest you still

But I have learned

An art to survival

Compassion

And so unto you

Whom I will conceal

I send you this

Love Letter

P.S.

I am straight

So there is

No Cause for Alarm 

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A Mother’s Love (For Corwyn Bailey)

A Mother’s Love (For Corwyn Bailey)

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Blessings like petals on an infinite flower

Hour after dedicated hour

Nine months or so in the womb

Holding my hand through a child’s gloom

Momma you were family

The all in all to me

The all in all for me

Three years past I let go of your hand

God made His firm demand

And off you were to Beulah Land

 

I wonder if your robe is white

Or dark as your sacred skin

I know in the untouchable light

We can begin

To love, and forgive

To finally live how life was meant to be

With dignity and honesty

Momma that’s what you taught me

And so much more

 

A mother’s love who could comprehend?

It has no beginning it has no end

The circle in time is the perfect rhyme

I hear the church bells chime

They lowered you in the ground

And I found

Misty, soft, tears of regret

As if we never met

But Momma

I feel your gentle touch

I hear the whispers in my ear

Though only the Wind is near

 

A mother’s love

So much to say

A mother’s love

I embrace it today

In every way 

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