Category Archives: Poetry
Not to mention the woman. Hmmm.
Still a mighty poetic cry nevertheless.
Langston Hughes, 1936. Photo by Carl van Vechten
July 4th, 2020
For the last 2 or more decades of my life, this day is a reminder to me, personally, of all America is not.
The other 364 days of the year, we unconsciously (or maybe we’re semi-aware based on our citizenship status) enjoy the many things America, our home, offers us. Especially if we compare our country to other nations that have even more injustice, political unrest, and violence against their citizenry within their borders.
I maintain this: until there is Justice for All, there is no justice.
Until institutionally-sanctioned violence of every kindis acknowledged, examined, addressed and redressed, always striving toward attaining the best possible equity at every end of the spectrum for the individuals who make up our society, then our society, as a whole, will never know freedom or peace.
Below, a poem by Langston…
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THE PROCESS OF FREEDOM
Which are the thoughts that free you?
And which are those imprisoning you?
Which ones devour your waking hours?
And which new ones are you eating?
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The germ for this can be found at Freedom – A Condition Of The Human heart.
What is this border
Between your dream and real life
But a real life dream?
He became her lover
She became his love
The brighter the light
The blacker the darkness
ALL TOGETHER NOW
There’d be no rainbow
Except for all the colours
Sharing its beauty
Circle Dance. 😀
Endoscopy opens to a hush, closes to applause
Dramatis personÕ stride and snivel in between
While the playwright owns up as simply the you
In disguise and of course vice versa – All change!
Newton, Einstein, Erwin and his imaginary cat
A different sounding at each fresh embouchure
Bringing light, demolishing the old – All change!
Revolution on revolution yet nothing changes
Ancient foolishnesses replayed ad nauseam
Minotaurs and dinosaurs strut the halls of power
External, internal weapons of mass distraction
Eternal, essential the pulse the pulse the pulse
Distorted persists, breathes through every pore
Where would we be without our surroundings?
In a flash flood, a roar and a blaze of lightning
The walls of the citadel quiver and fall – All change!
As Alice tiptoes lightly through her looking glass
Boundless waters surround us as above so below
Rivers linger not and carry our bread away
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Everything scared me
With a slight readjustment
Now all is sacred