"dorthy" poems
They call it crude.
The dessicated then carboxilated, carbonified,
****** of dead Permian flesh.
This is the reason the salamanders die.
Corporeal concreted, mummified, fossilized.
This is the reason we dance.
Dirges of West Texas dirt romances.
Lost in the flares,
Caught in the gases blaring making nostrils glare.
Requiescat in pace.
All these women.
Dancing through the caliche,
Giving a reason to taste the air.
Through one breath of speechless.
The loam is never settled where boots tread and weather.
Destroying bedrock through hydrolic fracking to the earths core.
I land my toes in the sand of the Llano.
I taste my Mexicans, greasy, with cheese,
With.
Hot.
Sauce.
Dorthy never went to the fest of Oil.
But there's no place like home.
Her silver slippers or prosthesis feet placed instantaneously upon me.
Would bring me directly into a thorny,
Patch of Mesquite.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
I'm truly blessed
to be counted
amongst the
trooping pilgrims
walking dusty roads,
negotiating rocky
Himalayan trails
on the way
to the mountain top.
Together
as brothers
and sisters,
we traverse
precarious paths,
strengthening
each other,
bucking up,
getting a
second wind
to make that
final push
to scale the most
jagged boulders
that lie nearest
the peaks.
I'm heartened
to see
Dorothy Day,
Mahatmas Gandhi,
The Dali Llama,
Nelson Mandela
and Johnny Cash,
trooping along side me;
keeping me in step
as we press on to
the promised land.
If I get hungry,
Dorthy will
serve me soup
to feed my
spirit.
If I get lonely,
Mahatmas will
muster up a posse,
freely welling from
salt of the earth
to walk with me.
If I take a
wrong turn,
The Dali Llama's
smiling eyes
and sage
advise
will get
my feet
back on the
right path.
On this
tiresome journey
if my will begins
to falter and my
commitment wanes,
Nelson will remind me
to endure the trial
with the grace
of fortitude.
And if we enter
dangerous canyons,
filled with the
cacophony of
boisterous hate,
The Man in Black
will strum his
guitar to quell
the angry noise
and fill our hearts
with loving harmony.
We're on our way
to Freedom's Land
and some believe
we're almost there.
We can see
Martin looking
over those last
jagged ledges,
he's got a prayer
of encouragement
on his lips,
and he's waving
Mrs. Liberty's torch,
showing us
the way,
guiding us
home.
Music Selection:
Sweet Honey on the Rock:
Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around
MLK Jr. Day
1/16/12
Oakland
jbm
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
8yrs young
lo0000nnnnnnnnggggggggg
thick shiny blue black hair
Air Force Papa wanted a Wash N Wear
He wanted mija* with Dorthy Hamill hair
So I was ordered to March down the street
to Emilias Holy Carport
Emilia La Bautista Mexicana*
She knew no english but she knew Jesus
She'd cut your hair and save your soul
That day i requested un "Dori Hamel" Cut
She smiled and charismaticly said Amen! Te vas a ver muy bonita*
Her holy * tijeras snipped
my hair glided to the cement floor like feathers off angels wings
She made me look right
she made me look left
and when i looked up...
I HAD A MULLET
my tears came down
because of my Dukes of Hazzard crown
and I marched home to Dixie
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
Who could have known
Or ever proposed
That Kansas farm girl
Would land back in Oz
Who could have guessed
All this no less
From that moment on
Would be such a mess
All because Dorthy
Went High Royalty
Ever since those ruby reds
She's had a need for the bling
Now she likes to buy
Everything in her sight
With Munchkins for servants
Who serve her outright
Then came the day
She ran out of dough
And the Lollipop Guild
Mentioned the road
Where few have been told
And even less know
That the Yellow Brick Road
Is really made out of gold
That's the happiest she's been
Since she arrived
As the shimmer and glimmer
Cha-Chinged in her eyes
She called her three friends
Clueing them in
The Lion, the Scarecrow
And of course the Tin Man
As a matter of fact
Tin Man bring your ax
I have just the job
For you to get down with that
That's now where we are
I am sad to report
The Yellow Brick Road
Is now nothing but dirt
But sweet Dorthy dear
Has plenty of stuff
Though she still has her eyes
On the emeralds of Oz
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
My friends are my family.
The are honest to me when I need to hear words I feel I cannot bear to hear.
I am set strait and get back moving forward on my road..
Hearts feeling proud to see me succeed.
Always warning me of obstacles ahead which I sometimes fail to heed.
Telling me to stay out of self pity..!"
Pushing me further up the ladder when I obtain frozen heals.
Looking down the ladder, they are always there climbing ,with me close behind.
Spirits cheering me on when I am doing well.
Like Rocky's Coach after Rocky Became His Best Friend's lost soul's son's mentor.
They yell the words that I truly needed to hear, after a knock out jab, from a glove, to get "Back up!"
Always telling me "You are an attractive younger man" "Who needs to clear the mind that needs to stop thinking through ,'The Looking glass.."
This "Dorthy Gale" still cries for my "Aunt Emmye."
Because my friends love me for the person that I am.
I return their acts and kind deeds (as they need me in their "Corner of Life's Ring...")
I'm their "Rocky" Who cheers "Mohammad" to their victory in their corner of their ring.
Now, together, a song in each one of our connected souls, our hearts do sing.
"Forever through war, hunger,pain, , and ill health"
"Through the easy times, wealthy moments, and easier moments, and blinding and shining victories of such..."
"The need to exist
"to and for each other..."
"A well knit family of sisters and brothers."
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
For a moment all I see is a broken little boy
that grew up without a dad.
I want to tell him it's not his fault.
I want to tell him
that dads are overrated.
We can share mine if you'd like.
But before I can slip behind the curtain
that keeps your true self hidden from the world
you put up caution tape
and say it's off limits.
As if I don't already know you're not the great and powerful Oz.
I don't care.
Because I'm not Dorthy.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Masks are faces in which people hide their fear, pain, and heart.
In fears and pain most of us are dramatic play-writes
Finishing a Shakespearean drama with laughter masking the tears of pain as we struggle, in life, with it's beasts of torment...With our sword of strength we use in the fights.
The ****** after being
the remains of our broken souls
Upon finding that trustworthy partner, in life, friend or lover...
We show our true faces and bear all.
Together...
Sharing the burdens, laughter, pains, and drama that comes from being
"Cast into our drama and our life's stages.."
We, in turn, start writing our life's memoirs, together.
Happy to bear the wages...
Sometimes lost to the battles won after our "Play Bill" is filled as with each act in our "Scripts."
Our families...
We are made up of fellow play writes who can, in front of such people, take off our masks and allow the illusions in which we have created, to dissipate and clear like smog...
We can allow our hair to fall down...Like "Rapunzel..."
and leave our "Protective sheltered towers"
and bear life's played out tragedies, together.
As friends and people in relations of sharing equal support and interest in roaming where our "act" tours....
We remain true and bonded, together, as such beautiful sights are to be taken in....
We skip down the remained of "The Yellow Bricked Road"
as we finally reached the "Emerald City.."
as we passed through the acres of colorful flowers.
Alike Dorthy and her new found friends....
We enjoy the journies, in one another's existances and roles in our plays of life, retiring only when our souls also reach their true found ends.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man
The only time you see her
These days is when
She's skipping about town with those three clowns
Her not so ordinary new friends
She says that they all met
Somewhere over the rainbow
While she met me over coffee
Wouldn't you know that's the way it goes
It's hard for me to compete
With anything like that
Though one is brainless, one is heartless
The other a scaredy cat
She says they show her adventure
Where the only thing that I
Can really show her is Kansas
And its vast empty sky line
The few times that Dorthy
And I have ever had a chance to go out
The magical land of Oz
Is all she wants to talk about
To me it seems like a dream
And we all know how those are
Not really very interesting
If you don't play a part
So I stand off at a distance
Gaze on from a far
While she along with those three
Skip off with my heart
Cause I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a big Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man
Oh, and by the way Dorthy
Those ruby reds that you have on
Don't really go with
Your Kansas city overalls
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
My mommy has a black gun that she keeps in her black bag.
she has it to protect us she tells us with a drag.
Some times she takes it off and puts it on a high shelf.
A place where a little person can't reach it a person like my self.
Like Dorthy the only time she leaves it alone is when shes taking her bath.
And sometimes I think "maybe i'll take it" while she thinks that i'm doing my math.
I'll introduce it to my temple and then i'll release it's wrath.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
love, devotion
a motion that can either build you up or break you down
it can make you feel like a clown with your face painted and slab on with makeup
to only one day break up and never make up
it can make you feel worthless as they leave wordless
shhhh, quite don't make a riot
as they walk out that door leaving you all alone
then they never have time to pick up a phone
never questioning why they couldn't try
to love you with all of their heart as you as you're sitting there torn apart
thrown back into a world of pain and depression
as they are sick with their obsession, not helping the recession
with their overspending of the green that could help her children
that could help one of her daughters that is still in school
reading like a fool and trying to remain cool
who doesn't know the meaning of the word love
her only help is praying from above
who cries out for her mom every night
praying that she'll be here tonight
so that everything can go back to normal
and they will never be another quarrel
then her mom will finally have a moral
to find her way back home so she won't have to roam
like Dorthy walking endlessly on that yellow brick road
her head filled with a bunch of load
missing her family like crazy and trying not to be lazy
while everything is just getting hazy
so I pray to the lord to save me
then I can be mom's baby and act like a lady
and nothing is gonna be shady
while Momma is around
so now we can all be found and not bound
to the slave of the devil's hands, that travels lands
to destroy lives and capture wives
so they can cheat on their husbands without a care
and come back to their evil lair while giving a glare
to all who dare to take them on as little children draw with a crayon
then go to sleep on a warm bed they can lay on
dreaming that just one day in the middle of may
that Mommy will just finally come home
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC
Rosa, some heroes doesn't know hen they will becomes one.
Malcolm, just by knowledge and wisdom you provoke others to think.
Martin, simply by concentration you contributed to changing a nation.
Charles Drew, some still within the medical profession to this very day owes you.
Dinah Washington, what a difference a day makes? When you left a trailblazing path behind.
The Ink Spots, long before others became vocally known.
You once ruled that throne.
Leona Horne, Dorthy Dandridge, Ruth Brown you left a massive history.
When you go ahead and plant your heart upon your goal.
God let's your greatness just flow.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
Why this day of all days
Was the Wizard out of town
When Dorthy and her three friends
Decided to roll around
They came in search of wisdom
And asked for my advice
My only hope in all of this
Is that I steered them right
To the Tin Man I told him
That he already has a heart
That it's made from pure gold
And shines as bright as a star
He may not always feel
It beating inside of his chest
But you can see in his love for others
That it's in there none the less
And the Cowardly Lion
To him I kindly said
It takes tons of courage these days
To even get out of bed
And when it is you fall and you will
Pick yourself right back up
That's the kind of courage
That I'm speaking of
Then came time for the Scarecrow
Who felt the need for a brain
So I told him that intelligence
Does not always a brain make
It might help solve some problems
But does not always think
If you want true wisdom
Take that from off the street
Then there was sweet Dorthy
Who in truth felt all alone
Needing herself a place
That she could call a home
I told her to have courage
And follow through with her heart
And if she truly thinks about it
Home is right where you are
My new friends they all thanked me
And went along their merry way
My only hope is I did a good enough job
Of playing Wizard that day
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
Lost in someone elses melodie
going to the beat of their drum, like im stuck in their head awake and sound asleep.
Wonderland on a cliff,
Somewhere unknown in the back of my mind, yet I still might find home.
Dorthy got her wish,
Im still stuck flashing in a rave, an echoe in the mist.
Im lost and im found.
World shapeless, Well my minds round.
Its like a dream, I feel like a fish, like a meteor burnt to crisp.
What it may seem, Im lost in someone elses melodie
The pain is taking over everything
Its like a fantasy
Exept its called reality...
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
or Jack will meet
a ****** off *****
Jack be dumb
Jack be slow
Jack the racist
where a bullet should go
Poison ivy
makes haters itch
let them scream
from the spells of a witch
Dorthy fooled
Laura is sick
TinMan has tantrums
his anger is quick
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
I am no liberal
you redneck hick
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
Dorthy flew over the rainbow many times.
Along the way, her and I met eye to eye.
Viewing each other's memories through these visons
Connected through eyes and spirit...
We join forces and look for beautiful skies.
Even Oz is full of it's storms and battle zones.
As Dorthy returned the second trip over...
The evil Queen tried to steal her head.
However, Dorthy was smarter than that.
She defeated insanity and with her head still ******* on
She avoided someone stealing her unique and valuable vanity.
Seeing these memories I see inside myself.
Through countless times I almost lost my head.
I almost lost myself in the fields of poppies
I almost fell asleep.
Still awake, I ran with Dorthy past these fields...
Past the so-called beautiful and perfect city of Oz
and we found our own sane paradise.
In the uninviting mountains of high promises
We climbed and endured to enter this beautiful place and paid our own price.
Along the way we found others
In our same dilemma.
Instead of roaming to some insane guy posing like a wizard
We became our own magic and traveled to our own lands of solutions.
Now people come to us seeking the same as we once sought.
However, we tell them to have a seat in paradise.
Enjoying the same days and skies as me and Dorthy of Oz
earned a stay within it's walls
and the warmth and an ill-faded disease and condition
once dubbed "undefinable Happiness"
This perfect disease...
We have now truly caught.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC