"georgetown" poems
As the blue moon climbs over the Potomac River,
I lay my tired body down next to the planted field.
Momma tells me that I’ll turn 13 tomorrow; my birthday wish….to be free
Like brail, the scars on my back speak to the humility in my life.
My dog Jip lays beside me and with a warm tongue conveys everything will be fine.
It’s the early fall here at Georgetown University
My name is Cornelius, Cornelius Hawkins and I write these words so you know my plight.
Here with me are my father, mother and 2 yr old sister.
We toil the field from dawn to dusk…the salt herring and cornmeal give us strength.
And my hands are forever clinging to this rosary and I pray God will hear my prayers.
I can’t begin to tell how afraid I am each and every day.
I try not to dwell on our strife and struggles, but day dream of downright happiness.
My family and our ancestors before us have been confined to slavery for 200 years.
Momma always says “There is no slavery, just ignorance”.
I hold her words near and dear to my heart and I never give up hope for a better life.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
i went to see the christmas lights yeah i did it wss fun
you see we were traveling around using our good eyes
we saw a few and i took a few photos after i had bolognaise and a beautiful cake
and i talked about the great poetry slanm a place to go to read poems
ya see, mate i thought the lights were fantastic, dude
we were sitting in the car getting photos of each’
we yelled out merry christmas to all the owners, cool man eat my shorts
it was radically awesome how each house had a lot of things in their display
i was talking about the movie deck the halls with danny devito and mathew broderick
both go for the right to be the streets christmas man
i am a bit of a christmas man, i love the idea of santa coming for the kids
dropping in through the computer, delivering presents as he he goes
i played santa at vinnies in belconnen and i enjoyed making the kids very happy
one kid said why do you want to play santa, i think playing santa gives me fulfilment
and we sing we wish you a merry christmas a full boar ripper christmas
we wish you a merry christmas
i have a big dose of schizophrenia, which makes me look tired
but, dude, it doesn’t really bother me, because i am healing, ya know getting better
and as i sit down anywhere, in cars and at hone, my mind has a tired look
sometimes it’s good to fight it, with the fact that you ain’t really tired
it’s just the high dose medication i am on
and as i travelled around the christmas lights
i was saying i wanna do more and i wanna see more, without looking at the time
because it was getting close to 10,00 and the others were tired
but me, i was happy to sit in the back looking at the lights till midnight
in the future i would love someone to take me out to civic on new years eve, that’ll be cool, man
and i think of bart simpson when i say, do the bartmab do the bartman
everyone back and forward from side to side
ya see, the medication makes me calm, making me think of how i was back in the 1970s
when i was mucking with my family in wood berry, and being told to shove my nose to the wood
but i loved stopping for an ice cream at hexham oak factory
and looking at the lights tonight, reminded me of when we walked down georgetown at their lights
ya see i was thinking, tonight, in the back seat, i am a happy dude, and the lights are making me a party dude
i wanna party all night long
it was a great christmas party, duds
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
There's an atm in my neighborhood
That gives out singles,
Or three of them,
Or seven,
And so on.
It sits next to the drywall box
Filled with EBT dinners,
Next to the numbered gas pumps.
It glows in the predawn air,
While I sit on a cement wall
Across the street.
That hunk of junk charged me $3.75 to take out $7.
Next to me a man tells his inquisitive boy
Why the police act as they do.
"They the cops, man.
Not you."
I'm watching with rapt fascination
The ten inch screen
Of some wheelchair-bound woman's
Educational tablet,
While her hand, twisted by palsy,
Taps at a magnified qwerty pad.
She's playing hangman,
And I silently,
Secretly,
Guess along with her for almost fifteen minutes.
The bus arrives, and I'm grateful
It's the doubled kind with the hinge in the middle,
Cuz maybe I won't have to stand.
I take the empty seat next to
A Salvadoreña co-worker
I sometimes ride in to work with.
Our conversations are limited,
As are her English and my Español.
We laugh at the Georgetown gringitas
lining up with their morning runners' clubs,
And lament over the cabrones pobres
Peddling to strangers for jobs
Outside the big box hardware store
That won't hire them.
The sun rises as we cross the Key bridge,
And the wounded Washington Monument,
With its scaffolding and the floodlights leaking through,
Is a diamond-studded phallace
Shining over a town draped in a shroud of humidity.
I close my eyes and try to rest
For the eleven minutes between
Me and my desk.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
dearly beloved
Kagan only
to brighten
robe in
La Jolla
with Saint
Mark there
on the
Square when
Harlem was
despair yet
Georgetown there
made this
legal parade
mirrored in
this Fall
of 2020
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
What happened in Georgetown stays in Georgetown.
Judge Kavanaugh, that's what you said.
But maybe that's not always the case,
For now you see that stories spread.
If you are the goody two shoes
That Republicans say you are,
Prove to us that you have what
It takes to be their shining star.
Gang rapes? Drunken parties?
Serious charges for a youth.
What happened there behind closed doors?
We just want to know the truth.
Survivors are merely asking for further
FBI investigations
To get to the bottom of all of this.
These are serious accusations.
One thing that they have done
Or at least say that they will do
Is take a lie detector test.
Maybe YOU should take one, too.
"This poor man's life is being ruined."
That is what your fans are saying.
They ignore how others' lives
Have been affected. That's dismaying.
Look at the hollow hypocrisy
Of members of Congress who turn their backs
On women who have struggled to
Survive violent ****** attacks.
Some say that the Democrats
Are experts at how to lie and cheat.
But we've seen that Republicans
In Congress are masters of deceit.
Holding back pertinent
Information is not the best
Way to show that a nominee
Makes the grade--passes the test.
Judge Scalia's position was kept
Open for over 400 days!
Now they want to rush to judgment,
Ramming you through with no delays!
A thorough study's important, but
Republicans don't give a ****
The confirmation process here
Has turned into a real sham.
-by Bob B (9-25-18)
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
The
Dublin
strand
is papered
in wind,
my old
book
renewed
into
romance.
I love her.
Pen
scratches
the
whole
page
black,
& variant
sprawls
of my
name
repeat
until I
own a
house.
Sister
& I
in dad's
old car
head
up to
Petworth,
& walk
back
under
a sky
that
rolls
& folds,
a bolt
of cloth.
Break
new trees
on the
prison
island,
handcuffs
of ivy,
jump
the fence
& escape
to the
highway.
In
Georgetown,
lush reeds
wave from
the canal
bottom,
easting
in the
chartreuse.
Then cross
to Dupont,
thronged
with
day-enders
and students
shifting
from
coffee to
*****
as the
hour rises.
Scheherazade
cancels,
but I make
the best
of it,
writing at
the bar
next to
the girl
in leatherette.
The day
ends
with me
fighting
the pharmacy
of my
sleepy
blood
while I
break
the bed
I always
hated
and
throw it
into the
orange.
Day's done.
Another
year to
come.
Thinking
of her -
sleep.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
The floor howled
in the last
lazy binge
of bronzy sun
before I broke free
to go running
the two miles
to the hospital
in Georgetown
where Dad was.
As I ran, I thought of
The Wreck
of the Old 97
which played on
the car radio
when Dad
drove us back
from the
Charles Town
racetrack
where I kept losing
the same $20
while Dad
placed exactas
and trifectas
to win
dinner money.
Turn it up
turn it up and listen
as the Old 97
engine over-coaled
and waving
with heat
races beyond rule
a bright streak
down the hill
down, always down.
The Icarus myth -
the father disappears
while the son melts
in the exploding face
of a memory.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
I grew up in Northern Virginia,
Reading the Washington Post,
Dreaming about a place called Blues Alley,
In Georgetown,
Imagined drinking a ***** K-One ***** Martini, neat,
and smoking Camel non-filters,
Listening to a sultry, **** singer,
Holding onto your hand,
Like we accidentally walked into an ***** den,
After,
We’d stroll down M Street,
Looking for a cup of coffee,
So I could continue to be with you,
To afraid to kiss you,
To afraid to ask you to spend the rest of the night/morning,
To afraid to say good-bye,
To afraid you’d never come back,
To afraid it was really a dream.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
Truth being the actual facts
Timelines that illustrate the stacks
A look back with helping to move forward
But knowing the truth one must be able to except the truth
Believing the truth is real
But along with truth comes lies
However that should be no surprise
A perfect example is when the WHITE HOUSE makes a statement it becomes a questionable though being truth with a lie mixed in
It wasn’t until when
There was no truth from the very beginning
Lies become the forefront
Truth was never meant to be the font
Real truth is real understanding with wanting to expel the truth
But Dr. Dyson explains the truth right out and being direct
“Fact is and it is fact that will stay”
Lies don’t make it right, but they do try with no understanding and guidance behind it
Truth is knowledge within the understanding, and the theory of precise logic in strategy
So what does truth sound like?
Make a Truth statement and watch for the response
Can you handle the truth?
Listen for the facts
This is my review and what do you think of that.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
"Dear Mr. Trump…"
"We in Dubai are looking forward
To staying at your luxury hotel.
While there we'd like to discuss some options
And your Dubai golf course as well…."
"We talent bookers have found performers
For your big event, based on good tips.
By the way, thank you for
Your offers of ambassadorships…."
"We Kuwaitis feel the need
To move our celebration to
The Trump International Hotel
From Georgetown. Yes, we love the view…."
"We Russians admire your pick
For Secretary of State. Hurrah!
By the way, we're getting tired
Of all the sanctions blah, blah, blah…."
"We Indonesians feel your support
Of business leaders in this country should
Benefit all. Meanwhile your Bali
Hotel plans are looking good…."
"OUR DECISIONS SHOULD NOT CAUSE
A VIRULENT, DAMNING MEDIA STORM,
FOR WE SEE NO CONFLICT OF INTEREST
IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM…."
-by Bob B (1-4-17)
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
Rachel and Adrian met at a barbecue
Kate and Jake at summer camp
Marlin and Samuel have been together since second grade
All of this unplanned
True love arrives and once there
Turns into forever
Garrick went to the home of a childhood friend
Meghan was there
Seven years later they married
Amy and Wayne met through mutual friends
You just never know where and when it will happen
Somehow it always does
Then there's Emma and Benjamin,
She went on 116 dates, almost a lost cause she thought
It was only his third date off the internet, but they took
These are announcements in the newspaper on this very day
How the married couples met
To the world they are now united
This is about the get
They went all the way
Meet Nora and Samuel, who both worked at a sandwich shop
They took off in a car to see the states, platonic at the start
A first kiss led to many more, now they are of one heart
It was a dinner party for Kelly and David
Nathalie and Max met at Georgetown U
So the only question remaining
Is when it will happen to you?
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
This sweet milk tea
in Georgetown
contains all my joy.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
When the yellow/green face
of this furnace valley is smudged
with summer's first rain runs
I dream about dad again:
7 years since that hospital bed
in Georgetown where he turned
to wax and I turned to water.
In the dream I was so small,
he took me to his old '80s office,
the tan portable in the field where
everything was cheap wood panels,
thin mouse-brown temp carpet.
He sat me down by his blackboard,
jotted with number theory,
& left to retrieve a book he needed.
I sat among the dry sun and dust
until I realized I was an adult now.
Eventually a man came to the door,
& said "why are you still here?
Your dad died years ago,
& we need the room."
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 7:10 PM UTC