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I Miss You | Poem and song by ERYK M MOORE

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eyrc moore I miss you

 

 

I MISS YOU

 

 

OFF THE TOP…I MISS YOU

LIKE THE DESERT MISSES THE RAIN

LIKE THE SCARECROW…MISSES A BRAIN

I… MISS…YOU

 

I MISS YOU LIKE I FOUND YOU IN A CROWDED MALL

SEARCHING FOR THE PERFECT GIFT

FOR MY SOON TO BE FANTASY

 

PUSHING THROUGH THE INSECURITIES OF YESTERDAY’S TOMORROWS

 

I FOLLOW THE SCENT OF YOUR DREAM…

INTO THE STREAM OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS

WITH THE EXPECTATION OF FINDING…YOUR SMILE

I…MISS…YOU

 

I MISS YOU LIKE I MISS THE SOUND OF HAPPINESS

PLAYING IN LIFE’S PLAYGROUND

AT THE AGE OF SIX…DANCING IN THE SUN

TO THE MELODY OF LAUGHTER

 

RIGHT AFTER A WATER BALLOON FIGHT

PROBLEMS TAKE FORM…AND TAKE FLIGHT INTO THE CLEAR NIGHT

AND DISAPPEAR LIKE BAD MEMORIES

THAT TAKE ON THE FORM OF OLD LEAVES…

AND FALL FROM MY TREE OF LIFE

I…MISS…YOU

 

I MISS YOU LIKE GOOD FOOD…COOKED ON SUNDAY

BY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD

 

BLESSED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF GENERATIONS

YET DISPLAYING THE INNOCENCE AND THE SMILE…

OF MY GRAND PARENT’S SECOND LITTLE GIRL

 

WHO MADE THE SACRIFICE…

SO THAT MY LIFE WOULD BE SOMETHING MORE THAN A LAST NAME

 

SOMETHING MORE THAN 15 MINUTES OF FAME COULD EVER CLAIM

 

AND AT TIMES I FIND…WHEN I WALK THE PATHWAYS OF MY MIND

I COME ACROSS THE GIFT…THAT YOU’VE BLESSED ME WITH

AND I WONDER…

HOW COULD SOMEONE THIS FLAWED…BE SO BLESSED

 

HOW COULD SOMEONE THIS WEAK…BE SO STRONG

 

AND BEFORE LONG…

THE WALLS OF MY PREFABRICATED REALITY BEGIN TO FALL

 

AND THE OFF BEAT…UNWANTED SOUND OF THE ALARM CLOCK

 

BEGINS TO DROWN MY SENSE OF BEING

FREEING ME FROM MY DREAM…WITHIN A DREAM…WITHIN A DREAM

 

AND AS I SIT UP IN BED…

FORCING MY HEAD TO HOLD ONTO FLEEING MEMORIES

 

I SMILE AND WHISPER THREE WORDS

 

I…MISS…YOU

 

 

ERYK M MOORE

© 2010

 

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The Dancers, The “Narcotics Poem” by Seymour Shubin

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THE DANCERS

I was a cop.
so to speak, for that night,
and followed the real ones
into the lonely places,
the dives and the homes,
and saw the children crying,
and the poor mothers crying
and later on the way home
heard a cop saying,
“It should be fun tonight,
seeing them dance
in their cells,”
and heard me
whispering to myself
“No more of this,
Dear God, no more
no more.”

Seymour Shubin is a famous writer of crime and the psychology of crime. In a short and stunning way he has put an emotional edge on a serious issue.

The incarceration of Americans in the War on Drugs has reached epidemic proportions in the Black and Hispanic communities, but the impact is on the white community too.

All of the hot debates such as the right to bear arms, jobs, social security must seem meaningless to a large percentage of our population because of felony records for non violent “crimes”. The very records which should identify violent people are being handed out like playing cards and have had a definite Jim Crow effect.

Here is an excellent article by Michelle Alexander Michelle Alexander on The New Jim Crow and the school-to-prison pipeline

We support Michelle Alexander’s efforts and thank Seymour Shubin so much for this poem which so well shows the sorrow which must be there in the police as well. Bravo! Bravo!

This subject is what my humble song is about:
Joe Clark by David Michael Jackson

The Dancers © 2014 by Seymour Shubin

Image: Johnny Cash….We are using this image because we believe Johnny would be with us 100 percent.

david michael jackson May 9, 2014

Train Journey and Other Haiku by Nancy May

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train_journey

train journey
I have enough money
for no return

church yard

church yard
of those in residence
none have regret

clock face

a clock face
says the same time
each day

winter sunset

winter sunset
reflection in the mirror
twenty year pass

winter rain
conversation
traffic lights switch
winter rain

leaking roof

leaking roof
the wasp’s wake up call
spring rain

Nancy May has haiku published in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, Inclement Poetry, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Vox Poetica, Eskimo Pie, Icebox, Dark Pens, Daily Love, Leaves of Ink, The Blue Hour Magazine, Kernels, Mused – The BellaOnline Literary Review, Writer’s Haven, Dead Snakes, Danse Macabre – An Online Literary Magazine, High Coupe, A Handful of Stones, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, UFO Gigolo, 50 Haikus, The Germ, Boston Literary Review and Be Happy Zone. Haiku will soon appear in Every Day Poets, Cattails, M58 and Poems and Poetry. She is a monthly contributor at The Camel Saloon.

She has reached The Heron’s Nest consideration stage twice and the Chrysanthemum consideration stage once.

She is working on her first haiku collection.

BEAST LANGUAGE by IMRE LODBROG

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BEAST LANGUAGE

BABY YOU SQUEAL AND YAWN AND BARK AND HOWL
I CAN’T MAKE IT OF A WORD YOU SAY BUT IT SURE IS
GOOD MUSIC TO MY EARS COOLNESS TO MY HEART
AND BABY WHEN YOU WHISTLE YOU’RE ON TOP OF MY CHARTS

THE BEAST LANGUAGE IS THE BEST LANGUAGE
TO TALK ABOUT STUFF LIKE LOVE AND RAGE

BABY I MOO AND CROAK AND ROAR AND GROWL
COS THERE ARE NO WORDS TO TELL AND THERE’S NOTHING TO BE SAID
BLOOD RUNS HOT RIVER RUNS DRY
SOMETIMES YOU WANNA YELL AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHY
SO THE BEST LANGUAGE IS THE BEAST LANGUAGE
SET THE LION FREE AND GET OUT THE CAGE

BABY WE MOAN AND CROW AND SQUEAL AND GROAN
THAT’S THE WAY THE BODY EXPRESSES THE SOUL
GOOD MUSIC FOR THE NIGHT WHEN THE NIGHT GETS DARK
WE CAN HAVE IT NOISY OR SILENT AS A SHARK


THE BEAST LANGUAGE IS THE BEST LANGUAGE
REMEMBER WE ALL ARE CHILDREN OF THE STONE-AGE

STFU Poem by Harvey Blasnic

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Next time ya’ll want to tell me
’bout them people
havin’ all them babies
an’ makin’ all that money
bein’ on the government take
with all them benefits you
laugh about as you
ride in the car
Next time you want to tell me
’bout how you were afraid as
you passed the young men on the sidewalk
Next time you want to tell me about their benefits.
Show me
Drive on their street and tell me
so I can hear you better
and we can see the benefits
for ourselves

Next time you want to tell me
how you have noticed
that certain people
don’t work as hard as you
earn their way like you
love God like you

Tell someone else.
I’ve had it with you.

I’ve had it with you.

I’ve had it with me too.

It’s time I had something to say.