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envy
is a strange emotion
you get caught up in the motion,
thoughts that give you the strong notion
others are more blessed than you
in what they have and what they do
and so jealousy ensues.

I'm an amateur and I know it
I have no background as a poet
I have no sheepskin. No degree.
No tenures. University.
I'm just here to simply state
I don't rank there with the greats.

When I see the stats of other folks
I don't poke fun and make rude jokes.
Yes. My heart, it sometimes breaks
Do I have the art it takes?
It sometimes makes me sad and blue
I would like to be like you...
but honesty is my ego's salve
it takes time I do not have
I'm happy with the things I've done
I am here to have some fun!
I'm also here to be inspired
Your poetry makes my level higher!

This goes out to loving peers...
thank you all for being here!


♡ Catherine
I
Chess in the
afternoon sun.
Jazz floats over
the silky couch.
Backs ache, while
hearts break.
Bishop takes knight,
and France falls again.

The masks are all
broken under the
cerulean blue skies,
while she eats berries,
and smiles in her
pink polka dot dress.
The pawns are all smug,
and Queenie's on the rag.
Italy surrenders, and from
the grave, Charlie Parker
still hammers home
those soft amber notes.
I can smell her heat, and
I think they play
jazz in hell.
Here is a link to my brand new youtube video from my book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs
i've come to find
i have no life
with broom in hand
work all the time
day and night
don't seem right
the cards i play
this working life

i've come to find
i do hard time
this nightly dirge
this daily grind
wish i could hide
from the bite
worse than a curse
this working life
Promise justice
Into dust
Is this
Fortune foretold
Determined,
Terminated,
Propagated
Stories all
Unfold
From Pravda’s
Driving Mazdas
Writing in
Their power
People
In a language spoken
Woke enough
To scheme a lesser evil
A shiver of uncertainty
prickling stars on the corners of my frame.
Weaving through speach, playful and playing
what is this awful game?
Deep in the chasm, pain in my belly
never satisfied, never done
disrobe myself and begin once more
to never find myself ready
nothing ever won.
And I can sharpen my wit
day by day
whittle it to a blade
practice what I say.
It's nothing impressive
next to the truth
I'm completely and compulsively obsessive
with the way that you move.
In fact, I am entranced
by every little thing that you do
embarrassingly strong, this yearning notion.
I cannot break through.
a crush that slowly crushes you too
Songs
send simple
profound messages
Even when all
seems lost
There is
always
Music

That’s how
Musicians
find their
Niche
into Fame

Movement
Expression
Key note
Ripple
Effects

Speaks
to the
Power  
Music has
In bringing
People
Together

Creating
Hope
when
we have
nothing
else,

Music
will always
be there to
bring about
change
Peace

Yet
profoundly
powerful
effects
can also
Change Society
clear examples are;

John Lennon’s
imagine 1971
invites us to
Question our Values
in the world
we live in and
Imagine one
that is simpler
Where all live in peace

In doing so
Society must
give up their
Beliefs in God

Music  
can be
Hypnotic
a snappy beat
a catchy tune
Singing lyrics
without realizing
What the words
Represent

Lyrics such as;
AC/DC 1979
“I’m on a highway to hell “
Eagles 1972
“Witchy women see how high she flies “
John Lennon 1971
“Imagine there’s no heaven it’s easy if you try “

Each of these
Rhythmic
song beats
Keep us
Hypnotized to
what we’re
Singing

I used to laugh
when my parents insisted
Rock music was
Satan’s bandwagon
The Pied Piper
The devils playpen

Blurring
differences between
wrong and right

Teens
Rationalized
it’s just a song
Get real
Give me a Break

We were
a BeatNick
Generation
of ignoramus

You don’t know
what you don’t know
until you know it


Footnote
My heyday was the 1970s Living in Southern California, rock ‘n’ roll and every type of bands from easy listening, country, and everything in between. My youth church group in an. attempt to open dialogue between the teenagers and parents asked each person to bring in their favorite album. And we were going to have Music appreciation and talk about that particular album. So that meant somebody who brought in John Denver got equal respect as somebody who brought in the Doors or Led Zeppelin, Simon & Garfunkel.
In comparison, Simon & Garfunkel is mellow by rock ‘n’ roll standards but back then it was on the blacklist of evil music.
To see the underbelly of music
search on bands that sold their soul to the devil. Or search devil music. You won’t believe the singers and their interviews. John Lennon on that list
who would’ve thought
BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
2-26-25 ignoramus
An ignoramus is an utterly ignorant or stupid person
When winter came with blankets of mist
A cover of cloud through the day
Skies would stretch in endless grey
No dancing rays of an ochre sun
Then, what comfort and sweet bliss -
Was a cup of tea with cinnamon.

All wrapped in scarf, cap and mitts
Warming hands and toasting toes
Singing rhymes or talking prose
We'd whisper tales that winter spun
Tucked at night in layered quilt -
With a cup of tea with cinnamon.

With happiness, memories sing
Of smiles of youth that teased the cold
Battled wars that could be won -
To gloat in glory when grey and old
Oh, what comfort it still brings -
That cup of tea with cinnamon
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