Friday, January 07, 2022

Memorial to Killers & Madmen

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL JUSTICE


Memorial

 

Evil men want to erase memories

Evil doers want to replace history

With patriotic mythologies

But the memorial remains

Indelibly imprinted in the hearts

And minds of the people

 

Stalin will always be Stalin

A stone-cold killer of men

Hitler will always be Hitler

A power-hungry madman

Mussolini will always be Mussolini

Driven by delusions of grandeur

Rasputin will always be Rasputin

Unchecked by moral grounding

Mao will always be Mao

Pol Pot will always be Pol Pot

Suharto will always be Suharto

Pinochet will always be Pinochet

Xi will always be Xi

And Putin will always be Putin

 

The memorial stands in perpetuity

Protected by the light of eternal truth

 

[Note: Putin orders the grim Memorial

to Stalin’s victims taken down.]

 

Thursday, January 06, 2022

Whose Side are you On?

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY


Whose Side are you On? 

 

While the Trump insurrection rose

To a white-hot fever pitch

The army, the navy, and the guard

Stood down

 

The call to arms never came

The commander fell silent

The four-stars fell silent

 

They watched from the sidelines

As the gates of the Capitol fell

They watched as the halls of congress

Filled with angry assailants

They watched as the Capitol police

Were trampled by the mob

 

They knew without knowing

The president was behind the assault

They took sides by not taking sides

Between an outgoing president

And the house of the people

They chose the former

Between democracy and autocracy

They chose the latter

 

The question must now be asked

To every officer and soldier

In every branch of military service:

 

Whose side are you on?

The United States of America?

Or its betrayers? 

 

Wednesday, January 05, 2022

An Army in Hiding

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS


An Army in Hiding

 

The insurgent army of January 6

Did not vanish with the smoke

Did not repent and disband

Did not cease to exist

 

The army of Trump

The army of Q

The army of white supremacy

Went back home to wait and watch

Went back home to recruit their kind

Went back home to gather arms

Went back home to build a movement

Went back home to hide in plain sight

 

The insurgent strike was a warning shot

They we have not taken to heart

Our media monopolies

Our talking heads

Our civil organizations

Our political establishment

Our institutions of law

Our elected leaders

At all levels of government

Have reacted to a violent assault

As if it was a political movement

Like the anti-tax Tea Party

Like the rise of the new progressives

Instead of the militant action it was

 

The army of the insurgency

Did not surrender

They retreated strategically

They withdrew from the battlefield

To fight another day

 

Their army is still intact

Their leaders are still in place

They prepare for the next battle

While our side (the American side)

Issues subpoenas and summons witnesses

 

By the time we awaken

To what must be done

Let us hope there is still a democracy

A United States of America

To defend

 

Monday, January 03, 2022

Praying for a Miracle

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Praying for a Miracle

 

The party went on as usual

Bands music laughter dance

As time passed fewer masks

Were worn by greater crowds

Drinking rose and lowered inhibitions

Gathering with friends and family

Witnessed no talk of the silent scourge

The elephant beneath the surface

The monster no one mentions

Though we all know is lurking

 

We’re banking on a miracle

To save us from ourselves

Banking on a miracle

To restore our fading health

 

In the nation where Mandela lived

In the southern hemisphere

For reasons no one understands

A miracle appears

 

The scourge is in remission

The omicron withdraws

Like an army in retreat before

The outcome is determined

 

Pray we get lucky

Pray it’s finally over

Not because we beat it

But because it tired of the battle

And retired to await another day

 

Sunday, January 02, 2022

Lowest Common Denominator

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS


Lowest Common Denominator

 

If we empower parents to veto

What can or cannot be taught in school

We’re playing to the lowest denominator

A curriculum for dolts and fools

 

Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain?

Hold on, think again

The man used the N word

(the one that doesn’t rhyme with tiger)

Like the rumbling of a train

 

Virginia Woolf and Thomas Paine?

Marked with a blasphemous stain

 

The truth about the American west?

It would never pass the test

 

The war to end the war in Nam?

Does anyone really give a dam?

 

The poetry of William Blake?

Throw it out for God’s sake

 

Socrates of ancient Greece?

We value his philosophy least

 

Let parents be the parents

Let teachers run the schools

Don’t ask anyone to do a job

If they do not possess the tools

 

Saturday, January 01, 2022

Winter Wildfire (Prayers for Boulder CO)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE


Winter Wildfire

 

If you’ve ever been to Boulder

You know

If you’ve ever known its wonder

You understand

 

Boulder is a home to art and artists

It is a place of poetry dance and music

It is a place that embraces philosophy

A place that encourages freedom of thought

 

If you’ve ever been to Boulder

You know it is an enchanted place

Where dreams take hold and flourish

 

Boulder is in trouble

As a winter wildfire strikes down

Her winter walls

Breaks down her gates

To threaten all who dwell within

 

Dozens of brave firefighters

Weary from their own battles

Stand ready to come to her defense

From all corners of the nation

Prayers and warm wishes

Rush to offer comfort and aide

 

Let us once again affirm that

We are all one

United in common purpose

Determined to protect our own

Whatever the cost

 

Through all storms and disasters

Through all misfortune and tragedy

We stand our ground in Boulder

And proclaim to a weary world:

We shall not be broken

We are Americans

And we will prevail

 

[A wildfire wipes out hundreds

of homes in Boulder, Colorado]

 

Thursday, December 30, 2021

The Year of Constant Chaos

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


The Year of Constant Chaos

 

The Trump Insurrection

and so it began

We jumped into action

and ran ran ran

 

The incredulous king

would not give up his crown

The election results

could not bring him down

 

The renewed virus continued to kill

It seems we swallowed a poison pill

Some fought it while others surrendered

and yes we’re fighting it still

 

We finally left Afghanistan

America’s longest war

After so many years of fighting

we no longer knew what for

 

It was a year so strange indeed

The lead Republican was a Democrat

Remember the saying of Senator Reid:

Hold your noses cuz “I smell a rat”

 

Cops found guilty of committing crimes

Breaking the blue wall of silence

Will this be the year we draw the line

between reasonable force and violence?

 

The ghost of rampant inflation

ran roughshod across the nation

and rampaged much of the planet

It had been so long we could only say dammit!

Let’s punt cuz we don’t understand it

 

China and Russia formed a twisted alliance

Based largely on mutual defiance

of civilized norms and basic rights

Both seemed anxious to start a fight

in Taiwan or Georgia or embattled Ukraine

Vlad the Great began his reign

and Emperor Xi sang the same refrain

Their love of power will drive them insane

 

Fires hurricanes twisters and floods

Whole towns engulfed and buried in mud

Those who claimed a climate change hoax

Find themselves political jokes

 

Democracy threatened in all hemispheres

Dashing our hopes engendering fears

But the people rose and hopes were renewed

In Chile Bolivia Honduras Peru

 

Omicron became the new viral scourge

Strike up the band for another dirge

 

We sent our vision to the end of space

warming the hearts of the human race

 

Winter storms brought a mountain of snow

once again allowing our hopes to grow

The end of the drought may be drawing near

We welcome the promise of a bright new year

 

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

The Big Bang Paradox

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

"There's no such thing as random chance."  Jack Random

 

The Big Bang Paradox

 

Can we observe our own birth

without existing in two places at once?

 

Can we be the observed and the observer?

 

As the Webb telescope zooms

to the outer reaches of space

where it promises to come within

a whisper of observing the birth

of the known universe and all it entails

the question must be asked:

 

Can that which does not exist in time

observe that which does? 

 

Will time in all its mystery unfold

before the eyes of humankind?

And if it does will we observe

ourselves from behind?

 

Will we come undone in time?

Will we pass through the doors

of perception and conception?

Will we enter a new age

of evolution and comprehension?

Will our minds expand or implode?

 

When we reach beyond the moment

of our existence will we still exist?

 

We have discovered the paradox of being

without knowing or understanding

what follows

 

Boom

 

(for John Lopes)


Monday, December 27, 2021

Chile for Hope

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY


Chile for Hope

 

In the election of Gabriel Boric

Over the right-wing strongman Kast

The Chilean people raised hope

That they have buried Pinochet at last

 

A rejection of the Bolsonaro clone

The promise of a new constitution

The people were bold and decisive

In tossing the old institutions

 

It is a bold new day in Chile

May it spread across the land

A message of democracy and freedom

Strike up a victorious band

 

The new president must now deliver

On the promises he put forth

Governing by forged consensus

Without the abuse of force

 

The world knows it will not be easy

But there’s no other way ahead

We’ve had enough of strongman oppressors

Let’s try liberation instead

 

Sunday, December 26, 2021

Pillars of Shame

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL JUSTICE

 

Pillars of Shame

 

Anguished faces of the fallen

A stern reminder of the purge

A remembrance of the massacre

A memorial to the courage

That is Tiananmen Square

 

It stands as a pillar of shame

Though you remove it from our sight

It sits forever in our minds

Though you prohibit its pronunciation

It is burned into our hearts

Though you have banished

All thoughts and memories

 

You cannot ban the contents

Of hearts and minds

You cannot tell us

What to think

What to feel

What to remember

Or who to mourn

 

We take a vow now and always

To remember all of the genocides

All of the victims of oppression

All of the crimes against humanity

All of the suffering and sacrifice

Until the end of civilized time

 

(The Chinese government takes down

the monument Pillar of Shame at

Hong Kong University.)

 


Saturday, December 25, 2021

Struggle

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  LIFE SONGS


Struggle

 

The banality of this world

Wears me down

Like weight on tired shoulders

The cruelty of this world

Takes hold of me and

Bends me to the ground

The disillusion of this world

Stops my heart from beating

The indifference of this world

Triggers my sense of outrage

Sends me reeling in all directions

Like a whirling phantom

Without a place of rest

The deprivations of this world

Leave me gasping for air

Desperate and afraid

 

Yet the kindness of this world

Revives my sense of balance

Stimulates my hope

The creativity of this world

Restores the flow of my desire

Allows me to feel whole

The gentleness of this world

Lifts my waning soul

Inspires me with care

The beauty of this world

Steals my breath away

Engaging my sense of wonder

Renewing flames of yearning

I drink from the well of joy

And let my spirit soar

 

Friday, December 24, 2021

The Meaning of Christmas

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


The Meaning of Christmas

 

The meaning of Christmas is caring

Not shopping at fancy stores

The meaning of Christmas is sharing

From the rich to the needful poor

 

It seems Jesus was a socialist

He believed in giving more

He didn’t care too much for loyalists

To the great commercial bores

 

So take a moment to give thanks

To the ones who need the most

Let us guide them through the door

With a smile and a nice warm roast

 

When the meaning of Christmas is clear

We will all be uplifted and well

We will release a lot of our fears

And rejoice at the sound of bells

 

Thursday, December 23, 2021

By the Sea

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


By the Sea

 

In solemn moments by the sea

I feel the spirits take hold of me

And there I sit to this very day

A prayer to take my soul away

 

The mists of ancient tears

Will wash away my inborn fears

The very heartbeat of the earth

Gives hope and wonder birth

 

The sea is where I always turn

When in my beating heart I yearn

To find a moment’s restful peace

All my worries to release

 

I count the waves in endless nines

Until my very core unwinds

And all the pain I’ve ever known

With the gulls away have flown

 

A part of me I leave behind

Each and every parting time

I promise to come back again

When the sea invites me in

 

Monday, December 20, 2021

We Are One

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


We Are All One

 

The stone that makes the mountain strong

The voice that sings a soulful song

That strikes a chord that lovers hear

That ends the war and conquers fear

That steals away the endless night

Reminding us to seek the light

In everything we’ve ever done

Informing one and all

That we are one

We are all one

We are one

 

A child that stopped to ask her why

So many people had to die

Not knowing a good and cheerful life

Not having a chance to try

She answered with a knowing sigh

She could never tell a lie

And all the people crowded in

Like sardines in a tin

We die so we can live again

For we are one

We are all one

We are one

 

The leaves upon a mighty oak

The man who always tells a joke

The one who only seems to stare

And wonders why nobody cares

Enough to stop and share

But they do now

For we are one

We are all one

We are one

 

We gather at the mountain top

The victim and the lonely cop

Who shot a man for fighting back

On the dark side of the railroad tracks

In another time another place

As members of the human race

He looks into another face

And sees in it his own

For we are all one

We are all one

We are one

 

(for Leonard Cohen)