From A to Z 2012 'U' Again

From A to Z in 2012

Used to be a union would take care of the worker. Now it doesn’t seem like that. I wish the IWW would be successful and create one great union where all workers belonged. Allow me to dream and to write my poems. So I double up on the letter 'U' in "Union Pretend." 

Union Pretend

By John Kaniecki

The CEO said to Union Pretend

How’s it going my good old friend?

Mighty fine, mighty fine

How are the workers my sweet dear?

Keeping em in line, keeping em in line

Create an atmosphere of constant fear

The CEO grumbled “They get too much pay”

Ain’t there a scheme to take it away?

Hmmm said Union Pretend let me think

I’ll consult the sell outs and my fink

I believe we could create another war

It’s an old trick but it worked well before

We’ll scream patriotism and have the flag wave

Tell em we all gotta sacrifice and be brave

Then of course the profits will soar

We’ll pay them less and work em more

In his heart the CEO hated Union Pretend

In fact he wanted all thoughts of Unions to end

But for now he needed to put on a show

A few more years maybe it wouldn’t be so

So Big Bucks poured the expensive French wine

A toast was made to the ruling elite

Things are going just mighty fine

The drink was poison but tasted oh so sweet

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From A to Z 2012 'U'

From A to Z in 2012

What exactly motivated me to write these words I don’t know. But hey, the poem has some good lines in it. As a revolutionary I am all for changing the system, To get away from the wealth of the few to the sharing of the masses. In order to do so, we must all work together. Truly we must become one. Unfortunately, there are some who sell out their souls for the dollar. 

Uneducated Blues

By John Kaniecki

Don’t tell me I don’t know the blues

I’m midnight heaven full of stars

Don’t say to me I don’t know the blues

I was the first of Lead Belly’s guitars

The one he played day and night

Trying to make a magic sound just right

I know the blues it ain’t no lie

See the skies, see the oceans in my eyes

I am a prophet of your institution

A Thorazine cocktail was your solution

And you are an indoctrinated negro

Graduating from Harvard or Yale

Look in the mirror it’ll tell you so

Wishing you black hide was pale

 Don’t talk to me about good hair

An afro is beautiful if I may dare

Revolution to you ended in seventeen seventy-six

And you own kind makes you sick

You’re glad when the policeman drives by

And martinis is your way of getting high

You never go to the hood by choice

And when conservatives win you rejoice

Your favorite poet ain’t Langston Hughes

And you wanna tell me about the blues?

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From A to Z 2012 'T' Again

From A to Z in 2012

The letter ‘T’ was a popular letter to write about so I have two poems for that letter. Here we say some of the worst in life, the scum sucking parasite known as the Television Evangelist, the bane of Christianity. Not only are they liars, schemers, and frauds but they provide a convenient excuse for others not to believe. The heathen simply points to the Television Evangelist for proof the Christianity is illegitimate.

The Television Evangelist comes in many shapes and sizes but they all have one thing in common, they want your money!! So hold on to your wallets! I’m not asking you for a donation but it would be nice if you bought one of my books. It won’t save your soul but it would fill your soul with delight. 

T.V. Evangelist

By John Kaniecki

His tailored suit fits real fine

Gold jewelry see it glitter and shine

Makeup to pretty his face

Look all about, he owns this place

Do you want to prosper?

Do you want to succeed?

I tell you mister

I can meet your need

Make a tax-deductible donation

I’ll guarantee your salvation

If you give a little

A little you’ll receive

Why not give it all?

Don’t you believe?

The Son of God he gave you His best

And me I make such a small request

Come on now don’t be stingy

I’ve got this power within me

Giving it shouldn’t be hard
I take credit card

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From A to Z 2012 'T'

From A to Z in 2012

The job of the artist is to bring our minds to the attention of others so our hearts can feel. The whole concept of a ‘third world’ is arrogance supreme. Who gave somebody the right to call themselves the ‘first world’?

The human beings who hold power on planet Earth are sick bastards. Not only do they collect grand excesses of material wealth but they deprive the poor in their efforts. Furthermore, they inflict insidious wars. The biggest victims are the ‘Third World Nations.” 

Third World Nation

By John Kaniecki

I see

Before me

Third world nation

My motivation

The persuasive call

Of the poorest of all

America with your missiles and planes

Reign from the heavens hellish pains

You kill and destroy

And from the poor

Steal their joy

And much more

I may not live to see

Victory

But my dedication

Has unwavering hesitation

To the third world nation

There are many who are my kin

Of all colors of skin

Who share a common salvation

Third world nation

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From A to Z 2012 'S'

From A to Z in 2012

We are marching steadfastly on our journey through the year 2012. Though it was six years ago it seems like an eternity that I wrote these poems. It was, I must say, a very good year for writing. This poem is humorous. Like some of the others, despite the merit I gave it, I could not get this published. Time, of course, will be the ultimate judge. I will either fade into obscurity or perhaps be recognized as a genius or fall somewhere in the large crack in between.

I no longer write with the same gusto that I used to. Failure to sell my books discourages me. I interpret lack of sales into lack of talent. I think perhaps that I am failing in marketing but not in the writing. I hope you enjoy this poem it is one of my favorites. 

Sir Lancelot and the Pigeons

By John Kaniecki

Harsh winter winds blew

Sun shined bright but it wasn’t warm

A flock of pigeons flew

Headlines screamed “We all must conform”

Sitting on the park bench

Sir Lancelot was sharpening his sword

He was complaining about his wench

She was dating the Jester so he heard

I ignored the Knight the breeze blew colder

On the high voltage wire the pigeons sat

The nosey Paladin looked over my shoulder

When he exclaimed in excitement look at that

A boney finger pointed to a photograph

“That’s my true love!” his voice broke high

When I read the caption I had to laugh

It read “Lonely hearted woman seeking any guy”

Sir Lancelot slammed the visor on his helmet down

I looked at the pigeons pretending to be alone

“I’ll take care of this” he said headed down town

Some men are really just boys who have grown

The pigeons in unison flew up into the air

There was so much of the paper left to be read

Lancelot growled determined to settle the affair

The pigeons they shitted all over the Knight’s head

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From A to Z 2012 'R'

From A to Z in 2012

Life is something that marches on whether we want it to or not. Also, things do come to an end. I no longer see Ruth and her family as the congregation has split. I’d imagine that the little girl has grown quite tall.

This poem is a poem of innocence and its inevitable end. Youth is always corrupted. Those who strive to maintain the righteous ideals suffer great persecution. Just turning on the television makes you want to sing the blues.

One day Ruth or Ruthie as I called her will arrive. I wonder if she will remember the events described in this poem. How the tiny child was struggling to sweep the floor with a broom twice her size. I guess one day Ruth will have children herself and perhaps this poem will cross her mind. 

Ruth

                                                                               By John Kaniecki

Ruthie, but properly Ruth

   I Love her that is the truth

       Captivated by her innocent charm of youth

    Broom twice her size

          Wide open wonder in her eyes

     Sweeping, sweeping dust on the floor

  Precious and pure

  Sweeping, sweep some more

 Sweep until we find a cure

 For hatred, evil and war

 May those three be no more

 Love, Love is the only cure

 Of that I’m sure

Ruthie may you never grow old

      To witness the terror I behold

   To believe the lies I was told

              Ruthie may you never grow old

       Keep sweeping, sweep the floor

   Sweeping, sweep some more

Forever precious, forever pure

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