Streets are ablaze in Baltimore;
apathetic windbags distracted by their
intelligent devices fan flames
hungering for justice, and
pour judgmental gasoline on the white-hot embers.
The resulting inferno of rage engulfs the local,
corporate pharmacy! LISTEN --
the voices on the wind are not
just those of the trees!
Your brothers and sisters are crying,
"Please help me!" Citizens march
with peace as their only shield,
ghosts of haunting perspective their only weapons,
from streets stricken by the plague of poverty
to avenues lined with perverse privilege.
This is the first time in centuries our nation
has witnessed red and blue unite for justice,
yet Faux News sources spew rhetoric
of violent intentions -- meanwhile,
dem Republicans siphon greenbacks during free lunches,
in exchange for ignoring institutionalized violence,
and Democrats are reppin' a different colored set
of ethics that amount to the same ignorance.
The hum of Mother's lullaby pacifies your mind...
Keep up the routine.
Streets are on fire in Ferguson.
But your Rorschach face contorts to disgust,
and you don't even whisper, "No."
Streets sizzle with the flesh of the dead,
and you let your silence speak volumes,
decibels tightly coiling around you
like a comforting straight-jacket.
When the damage is done,
and your molten ignorance dries ashen husks left behind,
you will abandon cold 'logic'
as the boot comes for your throat.
Your own pleas for mercy will bubble
up to the surface of your corrupted lips,
your esophagus clogged with 'trivial'
cries of innocence, choking life from you.
The buzz of Mother's lullaby muffles
your voice...
Past silence is future compliance.
Streets are burning in Ohio,
and so are your judgments.
Seared across timelines that pinned
white, blue, black, gold dresses and
gracious compassion for ALS,
you are ironically out of character
or finally revealing, depending on
the light.
This isn't righteous comeuppance brother;
you will not receive silence in response to
your call because what goes around comes around.
No, you will be deafened by the echoes of past cries,
because that will be all that surrounds you -- past
lives already pushed aside, killed,
or in cages waiting for your warmth.
There will be no free men to save you.
Because you use your freedom to cage you.
The melody of Mother's lullaby articulates
the bars you have yet to define...
Think inside the box.
Remember these truths
as Mother whispers own swan song -- death
is on the tips of her forked tongue;
she tastes the air for signs
of compassionate warmth. Danger
is at the tip of her middle finger,
moving riot gear soldiers to quell
the rising chorus of revolution.
Her reflective eyes gaze upon her nation
of drones, conducting a symphony of destruction
disguised as progress; she would smile,
if she had lips. Her hair sweeps
over destitute streets, replacing bankrupt souls and homes
with bank-rolls of those whom march to the beat
of her syncopated heart.
The ringed iris of her third eye echoes
into the air, transmitting pulsating waves of
calcifying indifference into antennas intended
for cosmic collection.
Her aluminum dress adds a layer to
the atmosphere, a literal ceiling preventing ascension.
She claims no nationality; her features lack
definition, save for the burning desire
of our own destruction.
Our streets are on fire,
ablaze with passion and empathy --
will you fan the flames,
or pour gasoline?
CLF 2015
ANIMAL RESCUERS
*
KARIN'S DOGS
*
A dog is so cheaply bought.. He sells his heart
for all eternity for a handful of popcorn
(to Karin Anderson who has never said
no to a suffering being)
TED'S DOGS
*
His dogs and cats cannot read.. save the script of his soul
They cannot write..except on his heart'
*
(T Zagar has for many years kept 3 fulltime jobs going
.... librarian, astrologer, and keeper of an animal
sanctuary)
*
HOWE ROAD IN AKRON
*
The dog was abandoned,
.. said the answering service,
on Howe Road.. She waited
at a telphone pole
for 48 hours. For 2 days she had
chased each passing car.
1000 times her heart rose
and fell
until she learned how not
to feel..
Later she found a happy
home..
The roots of trust grew
slowly...
but steadily..
as pain took many moons
to seep out of her
heart....
(to Constantina Fiorentino of Akron's Animal Aid
and all those involved in the rescue of animal or human refugees)
www.enteresan.com
BLACK HAWK DOWN
Black Hawk down.
Sikorsky profits up.
www.picstopin.com
TOXIC RAINBOW
Food colorings
yellow and red and blue
It's time FDA corporate operatives
we overthrew
Footnote:
5 chemicals banned overseas and allowed in the US
http://www.takepart.com/photos/5-chemicals-banned-overseas-your-food-home/next-gallery
yellow number 5
red number 40
Azodicarbonamide
Azodicarbonamide, also called the yoga mat compound because it’s used to make exercise mats, is found in hundreds of baked goods and TV dinners.
Brominated Vegetable Oil
BHT/BHA
not on the list:
Sodium nitrate, the red dye making gray meat look red, is not on the list
caramel color in many sodas... cola companies have delayed its withdrawal
http://www.gamblincolors.com/oil.painting.techniques/img/palland.jpg
CRIMINALIZING THE SERMON ON THE MOUNT
For the hungry
she provided food.
San Antonio Texas
made it her rood
Footnote:
San Antonio Texas has joined Canton Ohio in fining someone for feeding the hungry
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/04/15/homeless-feeding_n_7066860.html?ir=Religion&ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000051
The lady will appeal her $2000 fine as she cites the 1st amendment
wearetheanswer.hubpages.com
https://dausonstimpsongagnon.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/hungry-1.jpg
SID
Sid sowed seed
in the sod
on the side
of the house
for Sadie
https://www.facebook.com/Foodinc/photos/a.10150173705776160.304007.73304591159/10152715432281160/?type=1&theater
POEMBIRTH
As red hot lava turns to
translucent green jewels
while pouring into the sea,
so crystallizes poets' agony
into poetry
for you and for me.
*
Footnote
My muse -Robert Anthony Maguire- (FrogAngel2) in I See The Real You
'into a mind of poetic thought i peek I watch as it organizes pain into words'
and
Michael Wilson's 'a man's heart saddened is a poet's heart gladdened'
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4d/45/88/4d45888dedde2e7027d6a1ac77693c7e.jpg
DAISY CUTTER
How many daisies
does
A daisy cutter bomb....
cut
http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/vintage-oil-painting-daisy-chamomile-flowers-field-sunrise-46344186.jpg
GREY MOTHER
Ashes
contain
phoenix birds.
a-flaming-bird.deviantart.com
POETRY BY SAIOM SHRIVER
April 16 and 17 2015
Above works hard the tug boat
It churns and puffs and floats
and ruffles and foams the coats
of these two great saints.
Below the longawaited mating
of two giants..
profoundly peaceful
only here and there
eddies of ecstasy
betray the great confluence
as branch braids into trunk.
Mississippi-Missouri had surrendered to
God
his desire for a wife..
knowing not that the Ohio
was waiting for
him
in the corridors of time..
not fireworks but waterweaving
in this most sacred silence
-saiom shriver-
*
(to C Connerton, her love, and all residents of Cairo Illinois)