Wednesday, March 03, 2021

Protect your Privacy (On Tyranny)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ON TYRANNY


Protect your Privacy

 

My life is an open book

But nobody wants to read it

 

In the age of the internet

Assume that everything you write

Say think or feel is accessible

To anyone who cares

 

The age of privacy is dead

 

We have sacrificed our privacy

By virtue of the times we live in

 

Reclaim your privacy

Communicate face to face

Write letters to your friends

Establish a personal space

 

In today’s misbegotten world

Know that we are never alone

Support laws to penalize corporations

That violate our personal zones

 

Blackmail and extortion

Are nasty words and deeds

Using personal data for profit

Is the epitome of greed

 

Fight back where you can

Resist where you cannot

Send a message to them all

Our privacy cannot be bought

 

 

Tuesday, March 02, 2021

Real World Politics (On Tyranny)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ON TYRANNY


Real World Politics

 

A wise person once said

All politics is local

I don’t know if that’s true

But I do know this:

Your sphere of influence is limited

From behind a computer screen

Typing comments and tweets

On social media

Counting hearts and thumbs

 

When the pandemic passes

Go out into the world

Make new connections

March the streets of protest

Attend gatherings

Find interesting people

Talk to them and listen

 

We have been behind closed doors

Far too long

Make it a point to breathe

The sunlit air

Listen to the four winds

See which way they blow

Let others know you care

 

We are travelers on a small orb

Crowded yet alone

We can find common ground

If we adopt a civil tone

 

Monday, March 01, 2021

Cry for a Vision

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR


Cry for a Vision

 

Crazy Horse went into the hills

To cry for a vision

I cry with Crazy Horse

 

Crazy Horse received seven visions

He might have received nine

I cry for a vision that is

Mine and only mine

 

Crazy Horse was a visionary

I am all but blind

Yet I have seen my life

In many places

Many spaces many times

 

I have been the coyote

I have been the crow

I have been the wolf

I have been the buffalo

I have been the fire

I have been the stone

I have been the rain

I have been the snow

 

There is nothing in this life

I have not seen

There is nothing in this life

I have not been

 

It is here

It is gone

It is always

It is done

 

When I awake

I will carry my vision

Into the waking world

When I sleep I will return

To the home in my dreams

 

Sunday, February 28, 2021

Human Contact (On Tyranny)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ON TYRANNY


Human Contact

 

In the days and nights of isolation

Disconnected from our fellow beings

We lose all sense of our surroundings

Absorbed by our electronic screens

 

In the silence before the coming storm

We need to gaze into human eyes

To gauge the content of our neighbors

In times of trouble who will rise?

 

Who has rage and looks away?

Who engages to spread lies?

Who tests the limits of your patience?

Who wears a flag disguise? 

 

You may be sure it cannot happen

Not in this time and place

But if the spark becomes a flame

Best be prepared just in case

 

(Inspired by Timothy Snyder's On Tyranny)

 

 

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Texas Breakdown

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE

 

Texas Breakdown

 

A raging storm of ice and snow

Sweeps over this great land

Like the horsemen of the apocalypse

Forcing Texas to take a stand

 

Blame it on the windmills

Blame it on the sun

Blame everyone and everything

Before the week is done

 

When it comes to power grids

The Lone Star stands alone

Cut off from all the nation

Calling names and throwing stones

 

Blame it on the liberals

Blame it on the fates

Blame it on the almanac

And all the other states

 

You can huff and puff a hurricane

You can plead for federal aid

But when all the clouds are lifted

This is the mess you made

 

No you’re not to blame for nature

We know it isn’t fair

Still you knew this day was coming

And you failed to get prepared

 

Blame it on the weather

Blame it on the stars

Blame it on the Green New Deal

We all know you’ve gone too far

 

The people do not deserve this fate

It was nothing that they did

Except to elect a government

That took the lowest bid

 

Blame it on the currents

Blame it on the gods

Blame it on the roulette wheel

With a wink and a knowing nod

 

Friday, February 26, 2021

Eyes

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR


Eyes

 

I greet the day with eyes wide open

I wonder and amaze

What fabulous events will unfold

To mystify or enchant me

What illuminating tales will be told

I am the receiver of golden promise

My senses are tuned to raise

I am the witness to the story

My eyes behold the daze

I see what others cannot see

Perceived beyond the phase

A world in liquid motion

A time of wicked lies

A place of pure devotion

A wonder to my eyes

 

The waters breathe and take it in

Air flows in waves of power

The earth below our humble feet

Churns in transformation

Fire rules the sky and soothes

The planet even as it burns

Life reveals itself at every turn

We breathe it in and learn

 

These eyes these ears this heart this mind

Are blessed with everything we find

As we await that final night

That final breath that ends our flight

 

 

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Ferlinghetti (RIP)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR


Ferlinghetti

 

“If you would be a poet,

create works capable of answering

the challenge of apocalyptic times.”

 

-- Poetry as Insurgent Art

 

He fought the endless battle

For justice and equality

For peace and integrity

For art and creativity

With passion through poetry

 

He asked us to Speak Out

From our hearts to change minds

With our arts and our many voices

He was strong but always kind

 

He knew it was a battle

That would not end

Not in his lifetime or mine

He knew it was the fight

That mattered most

The constant state of struggle

That keeps the heart pumping

That keeps the ball rolling

That keeps the march marching

That in the end tells the story

Of humankind

 

He was the keeper of the beat

Holder of the sacred torch

Bearer of the golden flame

An institution of the City

Protector of the Lights

The banner of a generation

Passed through his hands

And settled in his soul

 

(Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poet Extraordinaire,

Founder of City Lights; born in Bronxville NY,

March 24, 1919, died SF, February 22, 2021.)

 

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

The Blank

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR


The Blank

 

The ability of the mind to see

Whatever we might want to be

To mold and bend reality

To shape it to our will

To make the river still

The empty glass to fill

     and drink

 

We are living in a dream

Not caring what it means

Tearing at the seams

We walk our lonely roads

Disguising what it shows

And hiding what we know

     to be true

 

We’re filling in the blanks

While offering our thanks

To all within the ranks

Of those who do not care

Who fix their eyes and stare

While sitting in their chairs

     of comfort

 

We must find another way

To greet the light of day

To guide a lamb that strayed

To find our way back home

No more to blindly roam

Like children left alone

     and lost

 

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

We Will Overcome

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

 

We Will Overcome

 

We are backed against the wall

A pit of vipers at our feet

Outnumbered and outgunned

We are staring at defeat

But we strengthen our resolve

As the battle is not done

We swear on all that’s sacred

We will overcome

 

From a summer of blazing fire

To the winter of the freeze

We can hardly remember when

Our lives were blessed with ease

We have endured the great pandemic

We will survive the next disease

Fire wind ice and thunder

An explosion of the sun

Whatever nature nurtures

We will overcome

 

The preachers cry for mercy

Prophets hang their heads

Undertakers prosper

Soldiers count the dead

Poverty is everywhere

The peasants have no bread

The glory days are finished

No more battles to be won

Yet when the day turns over

We will overcome

 


Monday, February 22, 2021

Serbian Triumph

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Serbian Triumph

 

The people of Serbia

Have quietly been blessed

By being open to vaccines

They have surpassed the rest

 

While all of Europe hesitated

To open up their doors

The Serbians decided

Not to fight that war

 

They accepted new vaccines

From the Russians and Chinese

When others remained skeptical

They chose to say please

 

Only time can determine

If they made the right choice

But when it comes to saving lives

Politics should have no voice

 

Sunday, February 21, 2021

Support Journalism (On Tyranny)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ON TYRANNY


Support Journalism

 

Reporters are nearly obsolete

Journalists are a vanishing breed

To encourage truth and wisdom

Buy a newspaper plant a seed

 

Information is everywhere

But all sources are not the same

Many are merely propaganda rags

Misinformation is their game

 

We should investigate every story

We need to verify the facts

If we’re to be informed citizens

It’s not enough to just react

 

The internet is but a conduit

A simple means of communication

By feeding you what you would be fed

It creates a sphere of isolation

 

Support your local journalists

Support the journalistic creed

The truth may not serve our wants

But it may be what we need

 

Saturday, February 20, 2021

The Grudge (Texas)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE


The Grudge

 

For as long as memory holds

I have held a grudge against

The great state of Texas

The state that gave us George Dubya Bush

And the never-ending wars

The state that gave us Enron

As its energy consortiums skimmed

Billions upon billions from California

Oregon and Washington

 

I have held a grudge against Texas

For holding back progress

For mass incarceration

For climate change denial

For immigration hypocrisy

For corporate corruption

For institutional inequality

For a cowboy mentality

 

I have held a grudge against Texas

For Lee Harvey Oswald

The book depository

And the infamous grassy knoll

(who could ever forget

the grassy knoll?)

 

I held onto that grudge a long time

Before I realized

The grudge was holding onto me

Before I understood

People are pretty much the same

Texans are not to blame

So much as greed

And hatred

And envy

And the need for revenge

The need to be better than

Foolish Texas pride

(not so different than California’s)

It’s the way we were raised

What we learned in school

What our parents handed down

Along with family photos

Stories and fairy tales

 

We were taught the ways of war

Of us versus them

Of good against bad

Of north against south

Of east against west

Red against blue

And black against white

But somewhere along the way

We picked up empathy

When the quake hit LA

It shook us all

When Paradise went up in flames

We all cried

When tornadoes ripped across

The Oklahoma plains

We shared the horror

When Katrina struck New Orleans

We all suffered

When the towers fell

We all mourned

 

Now Texas feels the blow

Of a relentless winter storm

And Texas is not alone

We must all carry the burden

We are Americans

We are humans

We are inhabitants of a small planet

We are one

 

Friday, February 19, 2021

The Emirates on Mars

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR


Emirates on Mars

 

There are hogs in high heaven

Butterflies in the stars

Beauty is wearing a mask

And the Emirates landed on Mars

 

Few knew they had an interest

In exploring the world from afar

But they have an abundance of money

So they used it to land on Mars

 

What more will the Emirates do

Mass produce a green energy car

Attack poverty and ban slave labor

Promote poetry enlightenment art

 

Whatever the future may promise

Lightning is caught in a jar

Possibilities have no limits when

The Emirates have landed on Mars

 

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Floating Thoughts

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR

 

Floating Thoughts

 

Dark clouds in the northern sky

Clear skies overhead

Today we begin a new life

Another chapter to be read

 

We know not what the future holds

Be it promise or demise

We take what destiny unfolds

Revealed by our own two eyes

 

If past is prelude to the days ahead

Great hardship we will endure

Tears of sadness will be shed

Loss and mourning are assured

 

But days of wonder will also bless

Our lives with awesome bliss

The young at heart we will invest

And happiness we will enlist

 


Monday, February 15, 2021

Survival

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Survival

 

Comes a time in history

When we lay it on the line

Hear the dominoes falling

Testing faith and stealing lives

It’s a battle for existence

It’s a struggle to survive

 

Another wave is coming

The vaccines in short supply

As our resistance grows weaker

The mutations seem to thrive

The rally cry goes out to all

Fight back be brave

We will survive

 

Time is running forward

Time to listen to the wise

It’s an existential crisis

The great challenge has arrived

If we accept the call to action

If we act to save our lives

Stay strong hold steady

We will survive