The Year of Two Twenties

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  CORONAVIRUS SERIES

 

The Year of Two Twenties

 

A year of bitter fruit and bitter harvest

A harsh and twisted sister

A harbinger of darkness

 

She came too soon and never left

Leaving souls lost and hearts bereft

 

A year of malady and discontent

Of clouds that would not lift

Of rain that punished without end

Never breathing never cleansed

Fire drought and pestilence

Our energy is spent

 

A year of social uprising

We wonder will it be the moment?

We wonder was it worth the price?

The gatherings so many lives

Deepening the great divide

Compelling us to choose sides

 

The year of twenties ends with hope

A little longer we must cope

Wearing masks and keeping distance

Washing hands with soap

 

Born in innocence it ends in infamy

Like Shakespeare’s Gloucester: 

There is no creature loves me

And if I die no soul shall pity me

 

Goodbye year of twenties

May we never meet again

You demanded our attention

But it’s time for you to end

 

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

The Shadow of Christmas

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

The Shadow of Christmas

 

The shadow of Christmas has fallen

On a tired and weary nation

The virus has metastasized

Like a deadly invocation

 

The holidays raised our spirits

And stimulated our senses

But in its wake it’s sad to say

It weakened our defenses

 

So now we face the consequence

Of Christmas cheer and sharing

We watch the virus soar and spread

And fear we’ll lose our bearing

 

The question we must ask ourselves:

Was it worth the cost?

So much pain and suffering

So many lives we’ve lost

 

Vengeance (Seed of Evil)

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Vengeance

 

Vengeance is the seed of evil deeds

Even more so than hate or greed

To seek vengeance is to forego grief

So that sorrow vengeance feeds

 

We all suffer loss and heartbreak

We feel that vengeful yearning

But our wiser selves will overcome

To understand our need for learning

 

For vengeance feeds more vengeance

And violence is answered in kind

Until the whole world is set ablaze

And virtues fall behind

 

Far better to let our anger go

To let it run its course

Than to get entangled in a maze

And mired in remorse

 

We place our faith in knowing

That justice will find a way

The guilty will be punished

That dog will have its day

 

 

The China Problem

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

The China Problem

 

The world is safer when we are friends

But that on human rights depends

You cannot crush freedom of speech

Yet privileged status in trade beseech

 

When you imprison honored journalists

Your government is disgraced

To all leaders that engage such acts

Stern consequence must be faced

 

For all nations must uphold

The basic tenets of civilization

Those who fail so blatantly

Should face free trade revocation

 

We demand justice for Zhang Zhan

We demand she be set free

For the greater good of all nations

For the advancement of humanity

 

(Zhang Zhan sentenced to four years

in prison for reporting on the virus.)

 

Music City (Christmas in Nashville)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CHRISTMAS

Music City

 

I remember Christmas in Nashville

A city bursting with excitement

Where every person you met

Was a singer or a song

Where country paid the rent

But every kind of muse was alive

 

I remember the poetry scene

(down on Second Street as I recall)

Dancing to a hard rock beat

Paying tribute to the bards of old

And the beats of San Francisco

Infused with jazz rock and folk

A town that welcomed all to its fold

 

I remember Nashville in the round

A city of dreams and dreamers

Characters in search of a story

Singers in search of a song

Poets in search of rhyme

 

Nashville at Christmas time

When everyone put their dreams aside

And embraced the spirit of being

A spirit of sharing and giving

A spirit of friendship and trust

 

To see it all come crashing down

At the hands of some random madman

Is almost beyond forgiving

 

(an early morning explosion stuns

Nashville on Christmas 2020)

Mutation

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Mutation

 

Just when we thought

It would come to an end

Here comes a mutation

And the message it sends

 

Lock down your business

Get back in you homes

Two Horsemen are riding

Begin a new tome

 

Will there come three?

Will there come four?

The people are frightened

Scared to the core

 

Is there no mercy?

No help from above?

Have we run out of chances?

Is there no love?

 

Song of Solstice (Winter is Here)

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Song of Solstice (Winter is Here)

 

The days become short and the nights so long

Our hearts are ringing with the sound of song

A northern chill has invaded the air

A winter darkness sweeps us in its lair

 

We have no true longing to venture out

Deep winter shadows fill our minds with doubt

Frost covers the ground and the air grows still

The marrow of bones senses winter’s chill

 

The season of death descends upon all

The heavens in mourning after the fall

We burrow ourselves inside our warm homes

And give thanks to all we are not alone

 

We endure this winter of discontent

And contemplate where our adventures went

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

Joy of Christmas

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Joy

 

Let all hardship and worry go

Today is a day of joy

It is a time of winter wonder

For children and their toys

 

Let go the lingering discontent

Let go the tears of rage

Forgive betrayal and transgression

On vengeance turn the page

 

Tonight there is no sorrow

There is no fear or dread

There is only cheer and happiness

As we lay our heads to rest

 

Tomorrow we awaken

To a world of many wonders

A world where joy and faith

Cast misery asunder

 

Hunger in America

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

 

Hunger in America

 

Hunger in America has always been

Denial is the American way

Food insecurity is a euphemism

Like eccentricity for madness

It does not describe the truth

The way a stomach tightens

In the throes of hunger

It does not describe

How the mind fogs over

And all thought centers on food

It does not describe

The shame of mothers and fathers

When a child goes hungry at night

 

Hunger is like a drug addiction

It gnaws at your humanity

It drags you to the gutter

It makes you plead

Like a common beggar

It transforms you into someone

You no longer know

 

So don’t belittle it with euphemism

Its name is hunger

It is one step short of starvation

It is a time of desperate yearning

 

(an estimated 35 to 50 million Americans

will experience hunger during the pandemic)

Free Peltier

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: NATIVE JUSTICE

Free Peltier

 

Now that you’ve broken new ground

Appointing a native American

To the council of the Great White Fathers *

An injustice remains to be righted

The last prisoner of the Indian wars

The last heart buried at Wounded Knee **

A man of Lakota blood and pride

Remains in a white man’s cage

Suffering the ravages of disease

Humbled by the indignities of age

Leonard Peltier cries out once again ***

With what was a young man’s rage: 

 

Let me walk once more on native soil

Let me stand once more free and brave

Admit no wrong if it pleases you

Show compassion if you will

But let me not spend another minute

For the men I did not kill

 

(* Deb Haaland was nominated to serve

in the Biden cabinet. ** The Siege of

Wounded Knee 1973. *** Imprisoned

in 1977, he is 76 today.)

 

Christmas is Canceled (for Boris Johnson)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Christmas is Canceled

 

All the children are bundled

In their bright Christmas best

From the wise in the east

To the jolly Midwest

From the churches down south

To the folks in their vests

We’re all ready to celebrate

A holiday fest

 

But the man in the kingdom

Whom they call the premier

Interrupts the good tidings

And all the great cheer

He looks straight in the camera

And says with a tear

Haven’t you heard?

Christmas is canceled this year

 

My oh my what a fright

What a terrible thing

The children can’t play

And the angels can’t sing

Our Santa’s can’t jolly

And the bells dare not ring

There are no more elves

No flying reindeer

Christmas is canceled this year

 

But out of the darkness

And into the light

The spirit of Christmas

Comes into sight

It soothes all the children

And says do not fear

Christmas is in the heart this year

 

Intentional Negligence

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Intentional Negligence

 

To all who lost loved ones to Covid-19

Does it help to know their intentions

To infect the young and healthy

To encourage the viral spread

To achieve herd immunity

To secure a second term?

 

Does it help to know they didn’t mean

To kill the vulnerable and elderly?

Does it help to know they didn’t care?

 

Whether intentional or folly

They did their best to spread it around

To infect as many as they could

To keep the markets thriving

Until Election Day

 

After that who knows?

It no longer mattered

It was all about the man on top

The man in the golden mirror

The man with a deep psychological need

To best the best and stay in power

The man of every hour

No matter how many died

 

From Moscow with Love

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

From Moscow with Love

 

You poisoned Navalny

We tracked the killer down

You hacked our institutions

We spread the word around

You delivered a puppet president

Whom you ruled from up above

Now you bid us a fond farewell

From Moscow with love

 

You have many of our secrets

And access to the rest

Someday when it matters

You’ll deliver us a test

How much will we offer

When push comes to shove

Chechnya and Ukraine?

From Moscow with love

 

 

Without Fear

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Without Fear

 

Should I walk through this life

Without fear without worry

Should I walk a long road

Never doubt never hurry

 

In these trying times I’ve learned

Without fear I would not survive

Without a healthy dose of doubt

I would likely not be alive

 

Fear leads me away from danger

Doubt keeps me safe at home

It is a time that values caution

It is not a time to roam

 

So let the singer praise the valiant

Who bravely cast their lives away

I will praise the cautious ones

Who bravely choose to stay

 

The Execution of Ruhollah Zam

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL JUSTICE

The Execution of Ruhollah Zam

 

The execution of Ruhollah Zam

Lands a death blow to Iran

In its hopes to restore relations

Between Tehran and western nations

 

Whatever hopes we might have had

Have gone to worse from bad

Iran must walk a lonely road

For violating a moral code

 

Journalists thou shall not kill

For if you do good nations will

Abandon you on every path

Gifting you our righteous wrath

 

We must assure a price to pay

To advance there is no other way

If you defy most basic rights

We must oppose you in this fight

 

Corona Christmas

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Corona Christmas

 

When I was young and brave

I dreamed of being a troubadour

A writer of dreams

A man of letters

A poet and master creator

A man of substance and means

 

I rode that dream to faraway lands

Where art and artists reigned

Where everything was novel

Where everyone had character

Where no one had plans

Beyond tomorrow

 

I remember Christmas

Far from my home

No family no friends

On Christmas alone

 

The dream slowly faded

Like the end of a story

I grabbed my moment

and then it was gone

I awakened surrounded

by family and friends

But I wonder at times

When did the dream end?

 

I remember Christmas

So far from my home

No friends no family

On Christmas alone

 

Now I’m back in a dream

Locked down in my home

No family no friends

On Christmas alone

 

(NYC circa 1975)

 

The Silence (A Long Dark Winter)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

The Silence

 

A Sunday walk in the park

Fallen leaves adorn the earth

A mere whisper of wind

Accentuates the void

The absence of sound

A muffling of noise

 

The last geese have gone

Predators are in hiding

A distant drone of transport

More distant and subdued

And the workers who once toiled

Without rest or respite

Now sit in their quiet homes

Together and alone

 

The world is on sabbatical

The sound of labor is on hold

No sounds of celebration

No children playing 

No singers or musicians 

No dancers dancing

To raise our sullen spirits

No chatter of sidewalk cafes

No sudden bursts to amaze

 

The joy and sorrow of silence

Has invaded our daily lives

To soothe our senses

To send our thoughts in flight

As if to prepare us

For a long dark winter

Night