Culture/Society

Morning Laments

Archaic and decadent

This tree is a monstrous eyesore in my scenery

And it IS my scenery

You'll not have me for breakfast

Moving about with violent irreverence

It surely IS irreverence

My wit is not beyond you

In being tree you gain wisdom with age

Doesn't wisdom come with age?

I'll have pancakes for breakfast

You only feed from the sunlight that is hate

What kind of sunlight is hate?

I said you will NOT eat me

Looking to swallow a decided person

Enveloping a person!

Each day YOUR sun rises up

Giving you credence to keep moving forward

You like to call it forward!

I eat my meal and ponder

Like all trees, ugly and beautiful the same

You will die, and die the same

The food is gone, not the thoughts

Thoughts so warm and peircing, of watching you go

You will be best to watch go

Best of all trees when you fall to the cold, unforgiving ground

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of my dabblings in the abstract... Extended metaphors and whatnot... Pretty strict meter, until the end (7 11 7)... No rhyme. Neat little punctuation patterns here and there...

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my clothes

My clothes
Fit well i’ve
Grown on them
You see
the thin veil of
interpretation
between you and me
My clothes are a
Room of my own they
Are me
The clothes make
The man the man-made me
Made in Taiwan
Made just for me

Do you see

Do you like my style
Thread-bare and frayed
This is me
Trying to get laid
Just look at me
In faded blue jeans
So desperate to hide
My class
A long way from
Fig leaves and furs
To cover our ass
This lie of individuality
A nylon shell
A lining of skin
Blood, sweat and tears
And original sin

Here on the
Catwalk i make my
Confession
Still naked
Beneath the robes of
My profession
Here on the altar of
Fashion
the fatted lambs come home
wagging their tails
to the cameraman

i was the boy who
stuffed his
genitals into a
size 28
offering a whole
scrotum-full of
possibilities to
polyester amenities
a sweet smelling
sacrifice
to the gurus of good
taste

just look at me all
dressed up and
not place to go
in the emperor’s new clothes
the envy of peers
applauded by legions
on anorexic
faggot-queens
well screw the emperor
this is treason
bring back the white-starched
shirt and the
knee-patch-for-good-reasons

me i never found my
style i
spent my life looking
for that tailor-made suit
i’ve spent all i own on
fashion consultants
and a wardrobe of
cheap imitations
i’m giving the shirt off my
back now too
i’ve hopelessly
outgrown it
i’ll send it to you
though a
hand-me-down hoping
wear it well
it will stretch
though it’s not your size
yet

look at me now all
swaddled in
this shiny black
coat of skin
private parts just
barely covered in
the threads of
a poem and
our imaginations

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Guess what I'm wearing now?

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Cordillera...

Folder: 
Poetry in Pilipino

Tilaok ng manok

ang hudyat ng bagong umaga

malamig na hangin at

halik ng hamog ang babati

payapa at sariwa

kapanalig sa tanghali

ang mga punong pino

dinadayo ng halimuyak

ng kanilang malakarayom

na dahon ang

puso't isipan ko

payong ng kalikasan

na sa init at umaagaw

sa galit na titig

ng nagbabagang araw



ang hapon namay

may hatid na sayaw

sa tuwing uugong

ang awit ng kanyaw

kapatiran ang syang

bulungan sa dap-ay

sanlibong hangarin

iisa ang alay



nasaan na ba ako't

tila di ko na magigisnan

ang liwanag ng gabi

sa kanyang kandungan

tinangay ng agos

sa lupang dayuhan



nais kong mamulat

sa paligid ng Cordillera

nanunuyot nananabik

sa kanyang kalinga...


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THE PLAYGROUND

You run back and forth

the world for you is at large,

and still is your playground

catch and see me now

all the time

rushing and running around

playing with you the game

of hide and seek...



I see you don't see me

or seek the same things that

I do

and I know, you don't need

the same things that I need..



But, still you're hard to get

you to understand,

you're still playing around

like a kid

the game of hide and seek'

running back and forth

with me or without me

the world that I know, is still for you

your playground...









LadyDP2000

copyright@2001











GOD BLESS AMERICA!

GOD BLESS THE USA!

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What Dwells In You

         In this world of

     domesticated humans

   cannibalisms dwells within

  their cold,loveless hearts.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

       In this world of

    savage born beasts,care

  and nurture dwells within

their warm and loving hearts.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written in 1967. my real down time.
I decided to share after
reading Mel's "Two Many of Them Out There"
Thanks for the nudge.
10/19/01

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America the Beautiful

America the beautiful,

America the proud,



America the boastful,

America the loud,



United we stand,

united we fall,



divided religions,

all with divided calls,



A democracy,

In God we trust,



Democrat , republican, Independent,

Sex,Lies,stealing and lust.



Yes, America the beautiful,

America the proud.

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Off The Trail of Painted Ponies

On a cool night in October, when the thought worms weave and crawl

I was dealing with my anger, I was hiding from my faults.

And my soul was running rancid, feeling kind of bleak,

So I looked out through my window, past the day lacking peace,  

and I fell into a liquidness and nursed my inner child

I was searching for some righteousness, I'd been searching for awhile.

Then I heard a song Arrochar, an Indian through my glass

The story of a gallant chief whose days were long since past.



His words were growing louder now, my eyes began to stray.

My muse was breathing harder now, as the daylight flew away

A troop hard riding, bluecoat boys, came in upon the scene  

Their Captain barking orders loud, with dust clouds billowing.



Then I stroked my whiskered chin a bit, and drank in the sky's ink

When you're out there in that wonder, you just can't refuse to think.

I was floating through a timeless glass, up to the spirit of hearts  

I was getting close to reasons shared, somewhere inside the stars.





And then a smiling maiden's eyes hypnotized my source

She laughed lightly on my ears, part of the music score.

Then I heard the call of Arrochar, I soared outside of me

I was blithesome in that distant land, within my summary peace.



The warrior chief sang his song,



"Here in the land of Arrochar,

I can see that it's too late

to grace your earth with spirit care

in a world so full of waste.

Now the future's headed nowhere

and there's no going back

to the golden dawns and sunlit air

where nature's breath was vast.

You're off the trail of wild horses

in your automobiles and planes

and your synthetic hope is phony

while your greed is cursed with pain."





Then I got to feeling empty, when the Captain killed this chief

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أوكلتك ربــــــي

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فصحى



أوكلتك ربــــــي



يا قلبي



و يا روحي احزمي



جمر الديانات استوى



لا تحرقيني



قبض الشموع دوى



لمهجتي العطشى فاسقيني



لا زالت اهجسك صوتا



ومن الصدى المردود



إليك يدين






Author's Notes/Comments: 

لأنها ما يشبه الجمرة

القابض على دينه كالقابض

على جمره

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SPEAK, BUT SAY SOMETHING!

I FIND THE LOCAL MASSES

TO BE TRITE AND QUITE MUNDANE.

THEY SEEM HOVER AT SOME SHALLOW SURFACE

NON-CHALLENGING AND PLANE.



PLEASE! SOMEONE SHOOT FROM THE HIP!

FOR I BASK IN A MOMENT OF INTELLECTUAL LIP.



AND TO THE MONPLACE I LOSE PATIENCE!

NO LONGER MY EAR WILL I LEND!

FOR IF YOU HAVE NO PASSION, NO FOR THOUGHT,

WHAT TYPE OF MESSAGE WILL YOU SEND?



I CAN ONLY KNOW ABOUT YOU

BY THE WORDS THAT YOU ONLY SPEAK.

HOW CAN THIS BE STRONG IN CONTENT,

IF YOU LET YOUR SOUL AND YOUR MIND BE WEAK?



TRUTH BY PATTY HERMES

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Shallow surface dwellers, with no depth! Puddles every where.

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