#samaritan
I'm out here on the periphery
a ghost of a voice
barely heard
except in the extreme
of silent screams
if you listen carefully
you will feel my words
fill your silence
as tears start to fall
desperation creeps
to the top of the hall
by the stairs
to the bridge
dark water below
the rope tightening
before the chair fall
and thoughts of lights out
game over
do not pass go
flicker across a fragile mind
I am out here
on your periphery
I can break your fall
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 2:46 PM UTC
The nice Samaritan meant well
but tended to wait
to hesitate
just long enough
to be too late to make
a real difference
and instead stood
and watched struck dumb
as the world went to hell
in a handcart
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
an earlier draft of this barely satisfactory missive ex post facto, i chomped asper with upper dentures upon evincing a couple of typographical errors, in up rye or draft, and did not wanna dodge being a spell bound stickler for typing words correctly.
though no obligation to trot out this fixation sans zero misspelling tolerance, a compulsion with any concomitant obsession found me reposting before a repast of dessert - so there Ghost of Marie Antoinette, wherever you might be hiding - i can have my cake and eat it too!
Minus trimmings and over stuffed ego freezers,
but altruism, civility, Dharma *** ethnocentrism,
gratuitous homogeneous internationalism,
karma mosaic opportunism, quitessential righteousness,
unpretentious vivacious wide world yipping,
brouhaha dutifully emphasizing friendliness,
antithetically booing critical, popularly pugnacious
spoiled trump petting uber western yikyak,
zealous antipathy craving everything.
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a hypothetical, mental, rhetorical thought question
occurred to me just moments ago
sans, milk of human kindness bubbles frothily
upon major American holiday,
whereat figurative bro
thar and sisters exhibit philanthropic ambitions
especially, towards indigent that crow
for bare necessities
other than
when Thanksgiving rolls around, and dough
nuts to dollars even most frugal misanthropes
play feigned charitable card egoistically glow
with ambient benevolence, civility,
diligent energy, and friendly hello
and sundry pleasant greetings
hook hood be some
soon tubby rich entrepreneurial stranger
ready to make shares available vis a vis IPO
to dirt poor anonymous guarillas G.I. Jane or G.I. Joe
who cross paths with each other,
even those one doth not know
when ordinary biases, callousness,
denigration...doth full low
out the mouths of hoity toity MainLiners
towards working class people - mow
awe less trying to remain financially afloat,
and with plea for handout
would receive an emphatic NO!
Thee exception to unspoken aristocratic rule
arising on feted buzz
feed ding occasions where oboe
players invoke cobra to deliver riches galore to the 'po
whom sincerely show gratitutde,
yet wonder why status quo
reserves select calendrical dates for handouts
proffered after standing in a row
of similarly bereft individuals aware at stark
outpouring overt nurture minded, humanity
(with perchance a guest appearance by Sean Hannity),
this public denouement,
an atypical venue for his television show
where generosity spills forth
from said personality and others alike
blithely, demonstrably, fortuitously, happily,
jubilantly, lovingly, modestly, poignantly,
where an announcer speaks thru a mike
to open their doors and hearts asper,
those down and out
pushing belongings along the pea king pike
of broken tureens with
only a mangy dog as companionship,
and though I admit tubby hyperbolical,
hypocritical, hypothetical hypoteneuse of hippopotamus
no charity less valuable then self and spouse,
whom both experience spike
in anxiety since net income purportedly
below the poverty level, though we reside
within subsidized housing (outliers
here at 2 Highland Manor Drive),
yet random acts of an effortless smile,
cordial greeting to passersby, or
waving fellow drivers right of way,
Page Number Three:
such minimally polite services today,
the most within my limited monetary hi say
means, which behavior aye strive ray
dee to maintain zero cost politesse, which doth pay
highest dividends, which reciprocal acknowledge may
be the greatest reward,
whether or not a response elicited tis quite o kay
the satisfaction arising breeching comfort zone
viz exposure therapy lighting up gray
matter analogous to a cerebral Christmas tree
and any regret avoided, asper congenial efforts
generate “hi” kickstarts my day.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
Samarian oil
Samarian wine
On open Judean wounds
Bound by a Samaritan's hands
Never felt so good,
A salve to the national shame
Burning through the traveler's head.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
it seems we live in times
when helping hands extend only reluctantly
to those in dire need who had to leave
the ruins of their devastated homes
not waiting for more bombs to fall
to those who had to save their lives
from the barbaric rule of self-styled prophets
and those whose simple love of education
was met with inane terror and oppression
why is it that so many people
are afraid of them and think
these desperate refugees are perpetrators
not the victims
why is it that the nations most responsible
for chaos and destruction in these countries
far from their own safe shores
are the least willing to accommodate
those they have driven from their homes
good Samaritans have become scarce
only a few today share their possessions
with those who are in greater need
our humanity has been outsourced
to NGOs and sundry other institutions
to whom we donate so they feed
the hungry poor and the displaced
it makes one wonder whether shameless greed
has indeed
and without any saving grace
become the only goal of our race
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Back-stabber count your silver coins,
all thirty pieces do enjoy.
For thou have torn it from the ****
of he whom thou deem to destroy.
Conveyed before said holy male
who fears to take decision home.
Responsibility he doth bale,
forth-giving this to man of Rome.
Upon to Pilate do I see.
Should I relinquish my belief?
Will mine own peoples see me free
instead of murderer or thief?
In my defence nought do I speak
to only God do I ask praise.
Forgive me not for thou art week
and power to thee is but a phase.
Upon mine head a crown of thorns
secured firmly into place
as harassed by unfriendly scorn.
Holy blood, bathes holy face.
Barbs of metal scourge my all,
unlawful hurt do I withstand.
Burdened with weight I make a fall.
Samaritan doth lend a hand.
Rods of steel fix flesh and bone
to that of mans' wooden *****
In painful agony, though not alone,
with Holy Father I connect.
Hoisted aloft on knoll of high.
Visible means to fear their weight.
Drawn upright, that I may die.
Design to clear of human slate.
Soon this pain will free of me.
My passing so that they may live.
Exalted father thou can see
this son gives all a son can give.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC