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1929-33
And the hollow face
That stared empty out of the box
Would beg to say
Pa will we eat today
In that well known place
Called Hooverville
:
And watery soup
Was the order of the day
If you was lucky
To be inline they say
The jazz had gone
That flight of fancy
The band could no longer play
:
And the gangsters groaned
For their own self pity
Box cars were full
Of the wandering dead
Going nowhere to work
To the evicted homestead
:
Bakers forgot how to make bread
And bankers leapt
Where paper wealth
Always seemed to tread
And where was your pity
For the wandering dead
:
And the towers of greed
Built of paper Mache
Would crumble and fall
When foundations folded
And left the hapless to bleed
:
But times were good
Of that we knew
As the suicides rose
No more the wandering dead
And the politicians preached
Nothing bad with Hoover stew
That stared empty out of the box
Would beg to say
Pa will we eat today
In that well known place
Called Hooverville
:
And watery soup
Was the order of the day
If you was lucky
To be inline they say
The jazz had gone
That flight of fancy
The band could no longer play
:
And the gangsters groaned
For their own self pity
Box cars were full
Of the wandering dead
Going nowhere to work
To the evicted homestead
:
Bakers forgot how to make bread
And bankers leapt
Where paper wealth
Always seemed to tread
And where was your pity
For the wandering dead
:
And the towers of greed
Built of paper Mache
Would crumble and fall
When foundations folded
And left the hapless to bleed
:
But times were good
Of that we knew
As the suicides rose
No more the wandering dead
And the politicians preached
Nothing bad with Hoover stew
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
And a group of financial experts is called:A WUNCH OF BANKERS!!
I love you…
Can I look into the eyes of a stranger and say,
I love you?
Can I say to the officer who’s just given me a traffic ticket,
I love you?
Can I say to the swarthy and gruff guy who’s just handed me my gyro,
I love you?
Can I say to the guy who’s just showed me the finger in traffic,
I love you?
Can I look into the eyes of my boss after he just fired me and say,
I love you?
Can I tenderly say to her who has just broken up with me,
I love you?
Can I say, I love you, to a son or daughter who just used a profanity against me?
Can I, not condescendingly, say I love you to a father or mother who has just unfairly upbraided me?
Can I forgive a friend who was harsh with me and say,
I love you?
Can I focus on my beloved’s good points after a tirade against me, and say,
I love you?
Can I forgive a lover’s infidelity and say,
I love you?
I don’t’ know,
Some of these, we’ve all done,
Others take more practice…
I love you dear reader and fellow-poet…
I love you?
Can I say to the officer who’s just given me a traffic ticket,
I love you?
Can I say to the swarthy and gruff guy who’s just handed me my gyro,
I love you?
Can I say to the guy who’s just showed me the finger in traffic,
I love you?
Can I look into the eyes of my boss after he just fired me and say,
I love you?
Can I tenderly say to her who has just broken up with me,
I love you?
Can I say, I love you, to a son or daughter who just used a profanity against me?
Can I, not condescendingly, say I love you to a father or mother who has just unfairly upbraided me?
Can I forgive a friend who was harsh with me and say,
I love you?
Can I focus on my beloved’s good points after a tirade against me, and say,
I love you?
Can I forgive a lover’s infidelity and say,
I love you?
I don’t’ know,
Some of these, we’ve all done,
Others take more practice…
I love you dear reader and fellow-poet…
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
Note: [‘I love you…’,All gurus, all religions, all of the spiritual paths tell us that this is the most transformative phrase in the universe…
Why then do we not use it every chance we get?
Recently, I came across a group of people who live, and I mean really live this dictum,
I love you…
They end their emails and telephone conversations with it, they hug and kiss strangers and tell them,
I love you…
I promise you, I’ll never forget the first time a guy said ‘I love you’ to me, and even more amazing, was that I reciprocated and meant it…
Wow, what an unparalleled experience…
I still find it very hard to say ‘I love you’ to a guy…, but, I’m practicing… I am Hellene(Greek), but born and bred outside of Hellas(Greece), I will never forget the first time a male fellow-Hellene kissed me on both cheeks as he greeted me, I broke out in an embarrassed cold sweat, it was always a warm glow and sheen, though, when an attractive young female Hellene greeted me that way…, so, yes, the concept is ancient, but, there’s something dramatically different about the way this group I referred to, does it. They do it from a place deep inside themselves, a place which recognizes that we’re all One! Further, they’ve come to this after a lot of study, meditation and discussion… And, no, they’re not the hippies and flower children of yesteryear constantly high on something,
No, they’re educated, somber, responsible family men and women and even children are picking up on the love vibe…]
One Voice
Not
women versus men
rainbow versus white
rich versus poor
working versus entitled
nor
strong versus weak
gender versus gender-bender
proud versus meek
blue versus red
But rather
one voice
the voices of many
as one
one country
one world
sharing
loaves and fishes
sharing
love
sharing
peace
in
thankfulness
women versus men
rainbow versus white
rich versus poor
working versus entitled
nor
strong versus weak
gender versus gender-bender
proud versus meek
blue versus red
But rather
one voice
the voices of many
as one
one country
one world
sharing
loaves and fishes
sharing
love
sharing
peace
in
thankfulness
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Giving thanks and wishing all a Happy Thanks-giving Day!
online today!The Truth about Liars.
Don't lie to me this Autumn day,
I'll detect it in your phoney eyes,
The way you can the truth betray,
Behind your fake disguise.
In a court of law, the truth will pay,
Said calmly without shame,
A nervous cheat, has too much to say,
To try and clear their name.
Liars will always convince themselves,
That what they speak is truth,
Their tongue into their darkness delves,
For trickery most uncouth.
Tall tales there are a million kinds,
But truth there is only one,
Falsehoods breed in liars minds,
Yet decent truth there's none.
If all lies told were now displayed,
On our foreheads one and all,
'Tis then we'd know who us betrayed,
From their shameful social withdrawal.
Tread carefully if ever one you meet,
Their tales, they'll coax you believe,
In a scammers heart there lurks deceipt,
Yet only themselves deceive.
Their skin is but a false veneer,
From their mouth fake rumours spew,
Poisoning every listening ear,
With gossip most untrue.
But on Mizzy's word you can rely,
For the truth I solemnly tell,
Verity is rewarded in the Heavens on high,
So ye liars can go to Hell !
I'll detect it in your phoney eyes,
The way you can the truth betray,
Behind your fake disguise.
In a court of law, the truth will pay,
Said calmly without shame,
A nervous cheat, has too much to say,
To try and clear their name.
Liars will always convince themselves,
That what they speak is truth,
Their tongue into their darkness delves,
For trickery most uncouth.
Tall tales there are a million kinds,
But truth there is only one,
Falsehoods breed in liars minds,
Yet decent truth there's none.
If all lies told were now displayed,
On our foreheads one and all,
'Tis then we'd know who us betrayed,
From their shameful social withdrawal.
Tread carefully if ever one you meet,
Their tales, they'll coax you believe,
In a scammers heart there lurks deceipt,
Yet only themselves deceive.
Their skin is but a false veneer,
From their mouth fake rumours spew,
Poisoning every listening ear,
With gossip most untrue.
But on Mizzy's word you can rely,
For the truth I solemnly tell,
Verity is rewarded in the Heavens on high,
So ye liars can go to Hell !
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
"The liars punishment is not inthe least that he is not believed,
but that he cannot believe anyone else"
George Bernard Shaw.
Luminosity…
Many years ago, when I was still a young psychotherapist/hypnotherapist, I worked with a teacher whose heart was broken by her itinerant lover…,
She was a young and beautiful woman,
And, as she lay there on the couch, one day,
Tears softly adorning her face,
My heart went out to her…,
To my great joy, we had a major breakthrough that afternoon after several months of therapy,
Notice, I said we, for, therapy is always a collaborative effort,
One side alone, can never honestly take credit,
As the therapist, you reach out across the proverbial misery-river-Styx,
And you hope against hope, especially when you’re young and inexperienced as I was,
That your proffered hand will be accepted,
And that the healing will begin…,
Fortuitously for me, my extended hand was accepted and grasped, and the healing began…,
The joy I felt in my heart when she called me a few hours later to tell me how she was floating on ‘cloud nine’, cannot be measured or described…
Right this minute, a couple of decades later, I’m still ‘plying-my-trade’,
This time on my own wounded psyche,
I too, feel on ‘cloud-nine’, after a very soothing self-hypnosis session where I try to become one with light,
Aaahhh…, what a feeling…,
What bliss…,
I thought by sharing it with my friends on this corner, I may hang onto this nirvana a little longer,
Wishing you all whatever elixir you’re personally seeking my fellow-poets…,
Till next time…
She was a young and beautiful woman,
And, as she lay there on the couch, one day,
Tears softly adorning her face,
My heart went out to her…,
To my great joy, we had a major breakthrough that afternoon after several months of therapy,
Notice, I said we, for, therapy is always a collaborative effort,
One side alone, can never honestly take credit,
As the therapist, you reach out across the proverbial misery-river-Styx,
And you hope against hope, especially when you’re young and inexperienced as I was,
That your proffered hand will be accepted,
And that the healing will begin…,
Fortuitously for me, my extended hand was accepted and grasped, and the healing began…,
The joy I felt in my heart when she called me a few hours later to tell me how she was floating on ‘cloud nine’, cannot be measured or described…
Right this minute, a couple of decades later, I’m still ‘plying-my-trade’,
This time on my own wounded psyche,
I too, feel on ‘cloud-nine’, after a very soothing self-hypnosis session where I try to become one with light,
Aaahhh…, what a feeling…,
What bliss…,
I thought by sharing it with my friends on this corner, I may hang onto this nirvana a little longer,
Wishing you all whatever elixir you’re personally seeking my fellow-poets…,
Till next time…
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Posted: Jul 2011
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online today!Justice is served
Wailing losers you are
liars, users and blind
you fail to recognize
you have no place in this land
Trump is the president
all he does for the people
is serving with purpose to
quash you all
You that are deplorable
Now KAVNAUGH is confirmed
your drama is done
you should all go to hell
and should all be burned
Pelosi, Feinstein
and all the stupid, blind democrats
resign.
liars, users and blind
you fail to recognize
you have no place in this land
Trump is the president
all he does for the people
is serving with purpose to
quash you all
You that are deplorable
Now KAVNAUGH is confirmed
your drama is done
you should all go to hell
and should all be burned
Pelosi, Feinstein
and all the stupid, blind democrats
resign.
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
we won
But to me
I am very fond of birds, but to me,
the dawn chorus is a euphemism
for a loud cacophony of tweeting,
regardless of what species they might be.
I like art when it is skilful, but to me,
the Mona Lisa is a picture of
a woman who just sits there looking smug,
and holds but not a trace of mystery.
I love music when it’s good, but to me,
Imagine is as corny as can be.
The whiteness of John Lennon and that room
lend it absolutely no profundity.
It’s not that I am soulless, but to me,
it seems we see what we are told to see.
the dawn chorus is a euphemism
for a loud cacophony of tweeting,
regardless of what species they might be.
I like art when it is skilful, but to me,
the Mona Lisa is a picture of
a woman who just sits there looking smug,
and holds but not a trace of mystery.
I love music when it’s good, but to me,
Imagine is as corny as can be.
The whiteness of John Lennon and that room
lend it absolutely no profundity.
It’s not that I am soulless, but to me,
it seems we see what we are told to see.
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
I suppose this is about going along with the crowd and not stopping to question it.
The American Dream
Have you bought, the scheme?
That keeps you in debt, to the 1%
The house, the car.
I want, I want, I want it all!!!
But first I have to pay off, this college Tution course.
25,00.00 in the hole.
I must get a job, to pay it all off.
Sadly there is no job in my field,
This was not apart, of the deal.
They told me to get a education
I would be at the top.
Right now I have to find a job,
If it means, pushing a mop.
One credit card left, I've paid off 3
These interest rates, are killing me.
I wish I took some time to think
Things through.
The white picket fence, if only I knew.
The American Dream, I had to pursue.
A mortgage seemed, so unreal at the time.
That old French word
Mort- dead
Gage- pledge
Plagues, the mind
What was I thinking, IM not free.
In debt, I will forever be.
I bought the dream, red, white & blue
Education, house, car & other things to.
Yes I bought the dream!!!
but they sold me a lie
The American dream, comes with a stiff price.
So before you want a piece of the pie
Remember in debt we trust, is the truth
Behind the lies...
That keeps you in debt, to the 1%
The house, the car.
I want, I want, I want it all!!!
But first I have to pay off, this college Tution course.
25,00.00 in the hole.
I must get a job, to pay it all off.
Sadly there is no job in my field,
This was not apart, of the deal.
They told me to get a education
I would be at the top.
Right now I have to find a job,
If it means, pushing a mop.
One credit card left, I've paid off 3
These interest rates, are killing me.
I wish I took some time to think
Things through.
The white picket fence, if only I knew.
The American Dream, I had to pursue.
A mortgage seemed, so unreal at the time.
That old French word
Mort- dead
Gage- pledge
Plagues, the mind
What was I thinking, IM not free.
In debt, I will forever be.
I bought the dream, red, white & blue
Education, house, car & other things to.
Yes I bought the dream!!!
but they sold me a lie
The American dream, comes with a stiff price.
So before you want a piece of the pie
Remember in debt we trust, is the truth
Behind the lies...
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
A friend Morgen:0) told me this would make a good poem. Thanks I hope you agree lol:)
The Door
Ahead in thought there lies a door
Through which I dare to pass
It says "Come take the step,go through,if you search for
even more"
But as I near the entrance bright,I feel the need to pause
For once I go beyond that door my life will never be
the same, I shall be free...of mankinds's faults and negatives
that govern you and me.
Within that door I dare to dream
of worlds with difference clear
that offer newness to behold,matchless dreams that draw me near.
Here are found no common things, described as "used to be"
Only thoughts that promise change
but shared by more than me.
I would make all new,leave the old,dream of better things
Take up the challenge to rise above on higher thoughts as wings.
For I fear not failure,not live to please
the crowd that shares this world
Among them all there must be one who hears the call like me
Walls must come down,rules can dissolve
replaced by open minds
that take the place of all we knew
and shared with all mankind
So join with me and take the step
step through that open door
for there we find the very thing
the world is searching for.
Through which I dare to pass
It says "Come take the step,go through,if you search for
even more"
But as I near the entrance bright,I feel the need to pause
For once I go beyond that door my life will never be
the same, I shall be free...of mankinds's faults and negatives
that govern you and me.
Within that door I dare to dream
of worlds with difference clear
that offer newness to behold,matchless dreams that draw me near.
Here are found no common things, described as "used to be"
Only thoughts that promise change
but shared by more than me.
I would make all new,leave the old,dream of better things
Take up the challenge to rise above on higher thoughts as wings.
For I fear not failure,not live to please
the crowd that shares this world
Among them all there must be one who hears the call like me
Walls must come down,rules can dissolve
replaced by open minds
that take the place of all we knew
and shared with all mankind
So join with me and take the step
step through that open door
for there we find the very thing
the world is searching for.
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Thinking about the world and how could be made better place.
Explain To Me Please
We have come so far
here we are one hundred years
buildings high as the sky so it seems
trains planes automobils
freeways and highways and country roads
robots that tell us what too do
rovers on mars men walking on the moon
cell phones i-pods what to do
internet i can talk to you
a second around the world
ever thought why were so great?
generations before us six thousand years
we did this in one hundred years
Is it me or am I missing something?
here we are one hundred years
buildings high as the sky so it seems
trains planes automobils
freeways and highways and country roads
robots that tell us what too do
rovers on mars men walking on the moon
cell phones i-pods what to do
internet i can talk to you
a second around the world
ever thought why were so great?
generations before us six thousand years
we did this in one hundred years
Is it me or am I missing something?
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
we possible can't be the greatest generation of all time in the span of 6 thousand years man been on earth. why only last one hundred years we are where we are?Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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