"womack" poems
i like to listen to bobby womack
sing "fly me to the moon"
while thinking of jeff's blue origin rocketship
exploding in the air
all his pride
crashing down in pieces
recorded for the whole world to see
because i have walked
unhappily down the streets
of soulless south lake union
where clueless people walk by
dumbly raising rents
congesting traffic
thinking they are off to change the world
crying about peter dinklage
yellowfacing herve villechaize,
their stupidity knows no bounds
always hard at work in south lake union
producing nothing that won't be obsolete
the second it is completed
purposely designed to make our lives unaffordable
**** jeff and all his tech bro henchmen
who do nothing but steal the sun from the poor
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
It’s a broken world
we need imperfect solutions
and there are plenty of questions
is it even possible to correct systemic
problems with individual solutions?
I recycle, so everything’s ok, ya?
some would usher in a revolution
while others would stand pat, thinking
they can marginally beat the house
the young believe the old are problematic,
out of touch and largely to blame for the world
the old push back on youthful, impractical,
self-indulgent and self-righteous idealisms
both groups must eventually wrestle with thorny questions
I doubt we could all agree on a short manifesto
or even a pithy rallying cry.
How about something brutal, almost offensive?
Dylan Thomas suggested we rage against the dying of the light,
but then again, it seems that's all we do these days—rage.
There’s a Korean concept called hwabyung,
or “burning sickness”—an intense, suppressed rage
that can blind and destroy us if we’re not careful
Science says we face a direct and bludgeoning future,
that we must be tenacious with the next phase of our evolution
—but must we be adults? Science is so 2014, and we’re all so smart.
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Songs for this:
Dance the Night Away by The Mavericks
I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 1:15 AM UTC
For many women that complained.
When they have a good man trying.
I guess they never adjusted to honesty and truth of your words.
If you think you're lonely now.
Just waiting until he's long gone.
And you're all alone.
Wishing and hoping you didn't listen to your friends.
Many never having the touch or love of a man.
And when you sing a woman got to have it.
Many males failed to comprehend you speaking of complimenting her for being around.
Through your struggles.
Through your hurt.
Yes, the poetic one spoke truth.
And each created song of his was living prove.
Many life stories of himself.
Maybe, we never crossed 110th street to see reality of society.
The people that exposes us to others like ourselves.
Seeking comfort.
Seeking help.
And maybe, we should be like those lovers of romance.
When they state that's the way I feel about cha.
When speaking to their lady love.
Then this was Bobby Womack.
Who wrote i'm in love for Wilson Pickett?
And came more known in the beginning as a member of the Valinetinos.
Who crafted hits that became infamous by the Rolling Stones?
To this great poetic.
That many never gave dues too.
We fans salute you.
Rest in peace within the clouds of heaven.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
There's always YouTube or some tunes on iPhones and Soundcloud,
not one for being pompous or too proud to take a handout
I put my hand up for more,
MORE?
righteous indignation from the Beadle,
'remember your station my boy'
Dickens is never available at the library where they lend books,
the books are but Dickens is far too busy or dead.
and thinking Caruso's first name was Robinson was my biggest mistake.
But
it takes all sorts and I like Allsorts especially the liquorice ones.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC