Moving!!
I’m returning to my old poetry blog, Versifications and Life
I have a lot of my older verse and “whymsey” over there and, after approx. 2 1/2 years I had almost forgot it was there.
Visit me!
LAZY!
Need a crane to get me outta bed
or a good fire under me
it’s cold out there and oh so white
Didn’t win the lottery last night
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Gotta get up though, life ain’t free
no work, no pay, no future
Much as I hate it, gotta get outta bed
Used all my sick days, can’t call in dead
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Maybe a cuppa joe and a couple eggs
bacon or sausage, toast, jam
maybe that’ll make me feel alive
gird my loins for that snowy drive
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Then again, reset the alarm
sleep another hour or so
plan sounds awful good to me
too damn bad that life ain’t free
Dancin’ Boy
(Inspired by the movie Billy Elliot)
Billy Elliot is publicized as a ‘coming of age’ film,
and it is that; but that aspect of the movie is overshadowed
by the story of a man of indomitable spirit. A man who stood
up, against the backdrop of, and in defiance of the prejudices
bred in a sooty, pitiless, economically challenged English coal
mining town where expectations went no higher than the
top level of a mine shaft. That man, the hero of this
story, is Jackie Elliot, Billy’s father. But the story, of
course, begins with and ends with the “Dancin’ Boy”,
Billy Elliot.
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“Hey, boxin’ boy!”
fate called from across the hall
“you don’t want to be in that ring,
look over here and let music and dance
ring your bell — just take a chance.”
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The music set him afire
made dance pop out of every pore
but fickle fate was not quite done
it had far more in store.
In his father’s world of coal dust and dark
the measure of a man was hung
on the sweat on his chest
the sweat on his brow
and, of course, the soot in his lungs
No thought of ballet for the sons of these men,
those sons were football bound
until, that is, they reached the age
to reach the underground
Billy knew that he too was bound
for that soot filled underground
it was written in family tradition
as their fated but unjust perdition
If heroes are born from ashes and soot,
Jackie Elliot was clearly one
‘to hell with this town’s tradition’
he said ‘my boy has talent, he has ambition
I’ll sell my soul to see this done’
And done it was! And done it was!
at the cost of his status and pride
He sold what he could and bartered the rest
so he and Billy could take that ride
That ride to London, to the Royal Ballet
where his future as a dancer was at play
and where, it turned out, his talent helped
but words and feelings won the day
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* ‘Dancin’ boy’ is a name given to Billy Elliot
(and used only once in the script) by his
one close friend, Michael. The sobriquet was
delivered so casually and seemed so appropriate,
it stuck in my head and became my title.
(c)HarveyG 2007
Majority Rules
Meet Maximillian,
Walking naked through the park
celebrating the beauty of the human body
displaying God’s own handiwork
every bit as perfect, every bit as wondrous
as the trees, flowers and little creatures
that surround him as he strolls;
but not hearing “Hallelujahs”
or praises to the Lord
from passers by, just garnering gasps,
accusations and expletives
and in the end “God’s glory”
is busted, jailed and subjected
to psychiatric evaluation.
The Majority Rules
We must follow the herd
or be rejected, perhaps arrested
Individuality is a dirty word
They fell in love ten years ago
during those years
through sickness and in health
through hard times and good
the love and devotion,
understanding and compassion
grew until there exists between them
a bond as strong as any married couple.
A marriage, however,
planned but put on hold,
will likely never take place.
Peter and Gary are two
who do not qualify.
The Majority Rules
We must follow the herd
or be rejected, perhaps arrested
Gay is a dirty word
Deadly Hypocrisy
From the New York Times:
A Verdict Against Vigilantism
February 1, 2010: On Friday, a Kansas jury convicted an anti-abortion extremist of first-degree murder for the shooting death of a Wichita abortion provider, Dr. George Tiller.
“It’s not a mans’s job to take a life,
it’s our Heavenly Father’s,” I quote
Scott Roeder, who admitted that he,
quite intentionally,
took the life of a doctor of note
Something hypocritical is in the air
a logical paradox, unless, to be fair,
Someone thinks he IS the mighty God
or believes he’s received a Heavenly “Nod”
But the doctor was a murderer, Roeder said,
he killed the unborn — he had to die.
So I waited in the church ’till he came into view,
near the last pew,
took out my gun and let bullets fly.
Something hypocritical is in the air
Deadly Hypocritical, unless, to be fair,
Someone thinks he IS the mighty God
or knows he’s been blessed with a Heavenly “Nod”
Domestic terrorists, as well as foreign,
don’t doubt they can murder and seize,
when “God’s Will” is their motivation,
their Holy invitation,
to do as they damn well please.
Deadly hypocrisy!
Its Not The Venue, Stupid!
Recent Headline: “Holder Ordered to Find New Venue for KSM Trial?”
After many complaints about the New York City venue, U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder has been ordered to find a different location for the trial of 9/11 mastermind Khalid Sheikh Mohammed and his underlings.
Fine and dandy but the administration continues to miss the main point — continues to ignore the REAL problem:
The venue, Mr. Holder, is
a deceptive controversy
The problems, Mr. Holder are
the terrible inequities
It’s a grave National insult
when we give our sworn enemies
those rights reserved to citizens
by Constitutional guarantees
Kindness and forgiveness are NOT
appropriate repartees
for the acts of war against us
by terrorists and wannabes
That may sound harsh or un-Christian
and that’s truly as it should be
kindness is repaid for kindness
and punishment paid to enemies
A trial in Paducah is fine
or down on the banks of the Suwanee
A tent in the desert would work
as well as Washington D.C.
Don’t dare however to propose
terrorists have equality
under law or Constitution
with the RIGHTS of the citizenry
WE THE PEOPLE Must Protest!
A Dialogue: What is True?
Tell me something you know is true!
I know that the sky is blue!
The sky is only gas
if you see blue
its only through
the prism of your eye
Then the truth must be that
the sky is blue
when viewed through ones eye
You’re closer now to what is true
but everyone’s eyes are unique
while you’re eye sees a shade of blue
my eye may see a different hue
Then what I see is not truly blue?
Oh no, it is truly blue
your own unique shade of blue
and the hue I see when I see the sky
may be different than you
but no less true
Tell me please,
I don’t understand,
how can both be true?
Because truth itself is quite as unique
as the prism of your eye
What one believes to be true
is true
unless proven a lie
Now go, dear boy, and diligently apply
this lesson everywhere
You’ll find “the truth” promoted
by every peasant and every king.
You’ll hear “the truth” in every land
and if you’re quite astute
you’ll also find that very few
of these “truths” are absolute.