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Open Poetry #26

My Birthday Wish To You

D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2003-04-22 02:40 PM

Johnnie Appleseed Planting Ideas Into Americans

My Birthday Wish To You

Poetry the art of word imagery creating visions or thoughts that sing to your mind. Words that blend together like music-creating notes in syllables that melts into your subconscious. In the ability of others to see so many different images and have them come back to it for desert. The conscious of humanity for their minds will never be controlled by anyone, for their independence of freethinking will never be chained down or banned. In their mind lies the word power that others fear, for their minds will never fear the truth. Remember that the ghosts of some of time’s greatest thinkers are in our shadows. Are all poets great? That is the beauty of it, they do not have to be, for they talk from within the beating heart that loves together and in the echoes of them. All the thunder and lightning thunders into a beautiful storm of all kind of combinations of just simple words just words quenching your mind. Can a poet be silenced for they have to work to eat and pay the bills of society? Sure they can for awhile and becoming ghostwriters of the night sky, lighting up the stars in a universe that brings out the ghosts of the past. But who fears the ghosts of literature?

Birthday Candle

Every year we add one,
hopefully gaining security,
in numbers, to retire in peace.

Sometimes we get a surprise party
from family and friends,
if they happen to be close by.

I have a dream of a world candle,
spreading in the beautiful light,
to end any abuse
from one person to the other.

So I am getting gullible here,
that I could affect others,
for my birthday wish
is dreaming as a old man.

So on this April 30th ,
in the month of poetry,
I will be lighting my candle
in the peace,
that I have never harmed anyone,
including myself,
but feel for those
that have been harmed,
for my birthday wish is for them,
that they see my heart’s wish
to wish them my love.

Can a candle start a wildfire?
Only within the mind
of those who dream.
So lets create a controlled bond fire
but this is not a game,
but real life for too many,
that their tears will extinguish
within the flames of hope.

So light the fire of my fantasy,
give prayers for those that need it,
and you have created music in me.
That will let me smile
from within silly thoughts
of sharing his birthday
with someone.

Just Words

Just words,
who fears them?
Only liars, cheats
and those that gossip,
as if they where
preaching the gospel.
Oh those sinners,
on the receiving end,
repent to their will,
or feel their wrath.

Conformity to one’s opinion,
only it is not to yours,
for your words are echoes.
Do you feel guilty?
I truly hope not,
for this poet is a sinner,
for he is not perfect
and will never want to be.
Yet he has talked
behind someone back,
then biting his tongue
for falling into the trap
in just words,
that hurt so.

Preachers who condemn
the unfaithful of their religion,
do you not realize that
all of you combined,
have condemned all of society,
that there is no one left
to display your sermon on.
So now I am the demon
of my own religion,
that sees Him as my Savior.
He gave me my miracle
of walking and standing tall,
in just words.

Words preaching in poetry,
for who fears verse?
For then look into the Bible?
Am I a saint?
No, I am one of his sinners.
So religions,
I would list you all,
on a special list
but you would say,
why did you list us first,
if what I said was bad,
and then say why were we last,
if what I said was a compliment,
in just words.

So in JUST words,
I bless all of you.
For the beauty that lives within us
lies in a smile so special,
we can hug each other
and communicate as a human race,
in just words.

White House

(This a poem in support of those that dared use their rights as Americans to express their views, even if some did not like it. If you condemn me for saying this and I do not allow you your right to disagree, then you can so. But I still will listen to your independent constitutional right of free expression and be proud to claim you as an American of stature, for when we all talk the same I am getting out of here, that is too spooky for me.)

Do not invite me to the White House
for I am an American poet.
Do not ever send me an invitation
if you want a closed mind.
If in the way you have
controlled corporate America,
you want to control me
please excuse me.

Is it wrong that some poets want peace?
Is that not what we all really want?
Especially within our own selves.
Must we go to war to be invited in.
So as a Vietnam veteran I did my duty,
but I found a lot of things I did not like.
I would not wish that conflict
as they say it was, on no one.

God bless our servicemen
let them never be used as pawns
in a game of corporate greed
creating dynasties of corrupt CEO’s
including elected ones
for I hope we as a nation
will never lose our voice
to be heard in a free press

I would continue this
for the beauty of words
so than later
I would say something wrong

So what is the shame of being a CEO
that American retirements
have been treated like taxes
for the government got taxes
on inflated accounting
that is if they were registered offenders
not incorporated as ghosts elsewhere
now they can fine a tax on those corporations
whose stock holders have to pay.

Does this all figure
in any accounting system?
For the government it does,
But fearing my wrath
for having an open mind questioning,
so I will become Johnnie Appleseed
implanting the ideas of individuality for
give me bread and water,
so I can write freely
in a universe of nourishment.

Brought to you by Johnnie Appleseed

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

1 posted 2003-04-22 03:03 PM

I chose to judge your poetry as a piece of art and it shines. Joyce

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