Good Morning

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  LIFE SONGS

 

Good Morning

 

(a prayer for a new beginning)

 

Good morning in America

Good morning to the world

Today is the day we unify

In the fight against disease

Today is the day we rally

In the battle for equality

Today is the day we break through

In our desire to understand each other

Today is the day we stand u[p

In the pledge against all war

Today is the day we affirm

A declaration of human rights

Today is the day we push forward

In the quest for universal democracy

Today is thew day we resolve ourselves

In the mission to end hunger

Today is the day we move ahead

In the struggle for clean air

Today is the day we commit

In the push to clean the earth

Today is the day we plant the staff

In the effort to save the wilderness

Today is the day we embrace

The knowledge of our unity

In these and all things decent

Good and true

 

Mitakuye oyasin

We are all one

 

Paris in Crisis

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Paris in Crisis

 

Paris is overcrowded

It has long been so

It is a part of its eternal charm

The optimal use of space

The ancient walls of stone

That reach back centuries

And proclaim sophistication

A great source of pride

To all of civilization

 

Paris is in crisis once again

She survived the first and second waves

She endured the third

Now she suffers through a fourth

The monster is at her door

And she must do battle once more

 

Parisians are famous for their style

Their carefree devil-may-care spirit

They would give anything for art

Anything for architecture

Anything for poetry and dance

Anything for music and joy

And breathing the fresh spring air

Without a waste of care

 

Afternoons beneath a loving sun

Evenings in a gentle breeze

Enjoying the company of others

Discussing love and other wonders

Politics and esoteric delights

Fine food and copious wine

Living their lives on Paris time

 

They would give it all for love

And nearly all for art

But it seems they will not sacrifice

A season of sartorial pleasures

To bring this nightmare to a close

The world will follow where Paris goes

 

Dead in Brazil

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

 

Dead in Brazil

 

A nation’s people pay the price

For a supremely incompetent leader

Bolsonaro served the function

Of a coronavirus breeder

 

He refused to acknowledge

The nature of the beast

Allowing it to spread from

The west out to the east

 

Now the virus takes its hold

As it kills both young and old

While the people party on

Like the chorus of a song

Though they know it can’t be right

They have given up the fight

So they pretend it isn’t real

They tell their hearts not to feel

They fill their days with laughter

But will mourn forever after

 

It is the dirge of Bolsonaro

It is a bold and deadly show

Three hundred thousand dead and rising

Without sign that it will slow

 

We must bow our heads and pray

If we are the praying kind

We will send what help we can

Take what comfort you can find

 

Machines II

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Machines II

 

Machines machines machines

Machines are everywhere

They’re in your living quarters

They chase you up the stairs

They follow you downtown

They greet you at the fair

They take you to the market

And choose your style of hair

 

Machines machines machines

Machines are everywhere

They get inside your head

They know how much you care

When they disapprove your actions

They look at you and stare

They take you for a ride

They tell you when to share

Machines machines machines

Machines are everywhere

 

You may live in the mountains

And breathe the mountain air

You may live on an island

In your own private lair

You may live in the desert

So far away no one would dare

But you can’t escape their reach

Machines are everywhere

 

Collective Unconscious

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Collective Unconscious

 

(for Carl Jung)

 

That which connects us all

Making the many one

From the most remote tribe in the Amazon

To the high church in Rome

From the oldest temple of Buddha

To the Anastasi cave dwellings

The trinity within the trinity without

The mother the father the great spirit

The father the mother the holy ghost

The past the present the future

The mother the father the child

That which connects each of us

And from the multitudes makes one

In the deepest folds of our unconscious mind

That which binds us to the ancestors

That which links us to our successors

That which hurls us into an unknown

Future with eyes wide shut

The conscious the unconscious the subconscious

The dream the nightmare the waking world

The day the night and twilight

Life death and in between

Our desired needs and possessions

The imagined the perceived the real

The mind the body the heart

The pillars of life faith and art

We are all what we are as all

We are all what we are as one

Foreboding

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Foreboding

 

You can hear it in the wind

Whispering through the trees

Down the alleys

Through the streets

A gently calling breeze

 

You can feel it in the blood

Coursing through your veins

In the bones

In the marrow

In the air before it rains

 

You can see it in the faces

Of the people on the streets

In their smiles

In their laughter

In everyone you meet

 

You can sense it in the forest

Where the creatures run away

In the hunters

In the hunted

A haunting sense of dismay

 

You observe it in the sky

An enduring sense of sorrow

Darker blues

Deeper clouds

A striking fear of no tomorrow

 

Massacre in Myanmar

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL DEMOCRACY

Massacre in Myanmar

 

In the land once known as Burma

Killing protesters is a sport

Shoot them down like rabid dogs

Violence as a first resort

 

It’s a land of military rule

Democracy is overturned

They say it’s for the good of all

But here’s a lesson we’ve all learned:

The people never benefit

When the ballot box is burned

 

No one wants despotic rule

No one yearns for subjugation

The people rise and rise again

To keep a democratic nation

 

Once again the usual suspects

Line up to praise oppression

Russia China Pakistan

Dictatorships are in session

 

The violence is a given

The blood is on your hands

Listen to your people

Give in to their demands

 

The Ringed Women (Play Series)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: PLAY SERIES

The Ringed Women (Play Series) 

 

Ringed women of the forbidden forest

The numbers four and seven

Earth wind rain and fire

A place next door to heaven

 

Our hero must survive the test

For seven days and seven nights

He cannot sleep he cannot rest

Till he completes the seven rites

 

In the end he will succeed

By remaining just and true

When he meets the one he loves

He knows what he must do

 

The two are joined together

An enemy to kill

Freedom reigns throughout the land

The prophecy fulfilled

 

(Aphrodite House and Other Plays

By Jack Random)

Putin the Killer

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Putin the Killer

 

Old Joe Biden tells it like it is

A cold and ruthless killer

Murder is his biz

 

Putin rants and raves

A child’s little ditty

I know you are but what am I?

Isn’t it a pity?

 

You got away with every crime

For four pathetic years

Now it’s time to pay the piper

For all the pain and tears

 

Your act has gotten old

You’re not fooling anyone

You ought to be in prison

For the beastly things you’ve done

 

So take your toys and go away

We’ve tired of your face

No one would shed a tear

If you vanished without a trace

 

Walk into a Dream

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Walk into a Dream

 

I once knew a working man

Who labored hard for forty years

Married a sturdy woman

Raised three fine kids

And hardly knew their names

He hiked into the woods one day

The next he was never seen

He did not die says I

He walked into his dream

 

I knew a woman of great beauty

Who lived a life of leisure

She gave her days to comfort

And gave her nights to pleasure

She had a child and married

A man of sufficient means

She breathed her last in a sigh

And walked into her dream

 

We live a million lives at once

And never know what’s real

We learn what’s right and wrong

What to think and what to feel

We seek adventures when we can

We work when it’s expected

Comes a time we take a stand

And hope that we’re respected

In the end we always wonder

Is this what it all means?

We do not die says I

We walk into our dreams

 

The Old Oak

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

The Old Oak

 

They still call it a live oak

Though it is clearly dying

Its naked arms reach outward

In all seven directions

People have supported it with

Thick wires of steel that

Make it seem invented

A work of human hands

Though it is clearly one of nature’s

Most magnificent creations

One of the tallest order

It has witnessed the best and

Worst of humankind

It has watched the parade of

Style and always changing fashion

It has laughed at human folly

It has roared at human error

It has shed its leaves

Over centuries of toil

It has seen the river break

Over its earthen banks and

Swallow the land beneath

It has stood its ground and

Steadied all around it

A home to hawks and eagles

A perch for crows and jays

A playground for squirrels

A refuge for creatures great and

Small and bountiful as nature

It tires of the mystery now and

Yearns for the peace of solitude

A shadow of its former glory

It is time to let go sleep and

Rise in live oak dreams

Dangerous Words (On Tyranny)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ON TYRANNY

 

Dangerous Words

 

Beware cries of terrorism

Be they real or imagined

For what soothes the heart today

Can turn on you tomorrow

 

The attack of September 11

Became the endless wars in Iraq

Afghanistan and Yemen

 

Beware the word extremist

For though it may seem true

When it comes to them

Soon enough it turns to you

 

Beware the term exception

We should learn this one in school

For what once was an exception

Can easily become the rule

 

Words often have double meaning

And can pack a lot of power

They can steal away our rights

Before democracy can flower

 

Superiority

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: EQUAL RIGHTS

Superiority

 

To feel superior to someone else

Seems a basic human need

Like jealousy and hunger

Like avarice and greed

 

In America we are equal

It says so in our creed

But it only takes a single slight

To plant an evil seed

 

We divide ourselves by color

And again by our beliefs

When a horrid crime takes a life

We divide ourselves by grief

 

Everyone feels better than

And everyone feels worse

It’s the state of our humanity

It’s civilization’s evil curse

 

The time will come to start again

To change the way we think

With all the problems confronting us

We stand together or we will sink

 

 

The Anti-Vax Movement

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

The Anti-Vax Movement

 

How have we gone so wrong?

 

It was the virus against humanity

Now it’s us against them (again)

The sane against insanity

In a war we cannot win

 

Everything is politics

Even the rain is politics

Hotdogs and apple pie

Sweat on a summer day

The way the crows fly

A random tweet

A message from our college days

Our favorite films

Our favorite bands

A jazz refrain

 

Everything is politics these days

 

So we cannot be surprised

When the GOP takes sides

With the virus against vaccines

We’d rather burst at the seams

Before admitting we were wrong

We were foolish all along

 

We were winning this deadly fight

Return to normal within our sight

But now it moves away

The anti-vaxxers have their day

 

They are marching in London

They are marching in Berlin

They march for the virus

To claim its toll again

 

Hear the bells

Hear them ring

Hear the dead

For whom they sing

Confronting China (Confronting Us)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Confronting China (Confronting Us) *

 

No one wants a war with China                           

SO YOU WANT A WAR?

But we must stand for democracy 

YOUR DEMOCRACY IS A JOKE

Your actions in Hong Kong alone 

STAY OUT OF OUR BACK YARD

Are an affront to human dignity   

STAY HIGH AND HAVE A COKE

 

Of course we want to get along

WE HAVE GIVEN YOU OUR FRIENDSHIP

With all nations weak and strong

YET YOU RESENT OUR STRENGTH

But our best allies cannot be                               

WE HAVE GIVEN YOU RESPECT

Authoritarian autocracies 

BUT IT HAS REACHED ITS LENGTH

 

Mass incarceration denial of rights

SUPPRESSION OF MASS PROTEST

We must be adversaries in this fight

YOU DENY YOUR OWN

We must oppose oppressive laws

YOUR FREEDOMS ARE SHRINKING

For we support the people’s cause

OUR FREEDOMS HAVE GROWN

 

Free trade came at too great a cost

OPEN TRADE BENEFITS ALL

Corporations won but workers lost

CORPORATIONS MADE A KILLING

You make your profits on the backs of labor

CONSUMERS GOT CHEAP GOODS

You have not been a good global neighbor

CEO’S FOUND IT THRILLING

 

This crooked game has gone too long

WHY CHANGE WHEN ALL IS WELL?

The time has come to end this wrong

WHY STOP WHEN BEFORE ITS DONE?

For while we have our share of blame

THE PARTY IS GETTING STARTED

Your barbaric crimes put ours to shame

THE GAIN IS ZERO SUM

 

* The multi-voice poem is an innovation by poet Jack Foley