JUNIOR SAYS

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JUNIOR SAYS

Honey, remember,

Remember that girl friend of yours?

She was the one, who, you said,

Had abandoned all hope of love.

A boyfriend had ditched her;

He had dropped her hard.

She felt awful, bitter, and

Whenever she referred to him,

In what amounted to a peculiarity of her despair,

She called him,

Instead of using his own real name,

She nicknamed him “boy”.

Sadness had run her down.

Your friend confessed that

She could not imagine world without him,

That that "boy" was all she ever wanted.

I told you, then, were you to leave,

Quit our home, break your solemn vow,

And go into world without me that

I too would desire sobriquet. I said,

Darling, might you now call me Junior?

I can no longer imagine life

Under my own given name.

My first name, the one you used to call me,

The one which formed upon your lips

Every early morning, and then later

When you wished me good night.

Now, whenever I hear it,

Can you imagine, yes, my own forename,

It only serves to increase my anguish.

Junior says,

He is lonesome.

He misses you terribly.

He awaits your return to his arms.

He knows your love is right.

You remain his heart.

He can not feel a thing without you.

That you had once called him “dear”

Makes him think himself

One of the luckiest men alive!

You alone possess his soul.

You rule his mind.

You trigger his every emotion.

You, his goddess,

You center his prayers.

He sees you as dream come true.

You are the love of his life.

STORM

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STORM

I laugh the past away.

I have come to live day by day.

I have heard The Word,

Learned what the First Canon says,

That whichever way our pleasure tends,

As we come, so we go,

And should we within the moment gain,

Every triumph shows, we labor for the wind.

CATULLUS POEM 11, An Adaptation of an Ancient Roman Love Poem

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CATULLUS POEM 11,
An Adaptation of an Ancient Roman Love Poem

Billy, Steven,

Hey guys! Do Stanley the favor, and tell her,
Please, convey the message.

Tell her, he is afoot upon Indian Ocean shores,
And this time he has a consort, a glory maiden,
A girl who owns a midriff which possesses
Such a tight exacting, tiny measure
That it focuses her form into a symmetry well-nigh perfect.
Why it brings joy to any man when he spies it!

And she, stepping out before the white-top crisps,
The ever-breaking presentation of wave after wave,

Her joyously springing through the spray,
Her tiptoeing along the sweep of the ceaseless waters,
Yes, my gentlemen friends, I tell you true,
She complements the paradise of the beach.
Her gait carries hint of the everlasting;
It lulls the mind's eye into rapture, and all who see her,
This woman, who now walks upon the beach with me,
Are transported, her breaking, her turning, her dancing,
The rhythm of her movement carries the beach away.

Hey guys, try to make it work, play her,
See if you can get her jealous.

Or if you feel that this story too convenient,
A tale she might not believe, why then tell her,
Stanley goes alone into the Ganges plain, and
Seeks to follow the time line of empire and civilization,
Or, maybe better yet, that he has turned
To sign post pointing north
To the glacier’s cave, the river’s mouth,
Where sky animates the waters in spectrum of colors,
Which, when running against
The half-submerged rocks and boulders,
Uplifts such awesome scintillating, incandescent spray
That pilgrims must rub their eyes and wonder,
They must assure themselves that they are awake,
And have not fallen into magic of a dreamland slumber.

Billy, Steven, my friends, let her know,
Let that woman know, 
How close to heaven is the mouth of the river,
How great God's gift whose flow begins
At ice-bound, cavern source in the Himalayas!

Tell her that Stanley is gone,
Tell her what you will,
That he has discovered new love and spends his time
With wondrous companion on East-Indian, ocean shore,
Or that he retires to a mountain cave, and lives alone.

But, should it be, and Stanley must run even farther,
As if, he must find more distant refuge
In order to escape her haunt, her awful memory,
Here's a good one,
See if this story strikes a spark in the devil lady's eyes.
Run the tale that Stanley sets blanket on sand in old Siam,
Where lovely Buddha women administer
His every physical need, and teach religious tenets
That might bring soul to calm
And show person path to new knowledge.

Tell her, he travels to the Far East.


2.

And should you hear that she still follows him,
You may note, but do not share with others.

Keep this destination to yourselves. It's a secret!

Stanley escapes to Australia,
First to the city, Perth, to acclimate himself to life,
Where under influence of the Southern Cross
Astrology may chart his sign a better course of life.

And should he not find peace.
On that island-continent’s western shore,
Know he treks the long, highway east,
Traveling from mile post to mile post
Out from Bunbury toward the Outback,
Past roads with names like Starvation and Reptile,
‘Crossing the Nullarbor’, and then down south
To Port Adelaide and across the eight hundred miles
To the docks and wharfs of Melbourne, and once there,
In Victoria, he turns to the North and East,
Beyond Eden and Milton on Highway 1,
To find Gulburra, where he meets his Australia,
A bathing beauty, a blond and tall, true love,
A maid known for her moral character,
It happens while he walks out upon the sand,
Against bright, bright sky as South Pacific burgeons,
And it makes its great roll onto the white of Surf Beach.

Billy, Steven, tell her he has found a way to cope
With her turning everything in his world upside down.


 
3.

Oh his friends, his buddies, Billy, Steven!
Though you are ready and might wish to hurry,
To travel and visit, to join him in this remote geography,
-- We all live according to Destiny’s will --
You may believe him when he declares that

Happiness comes to all good men as do the rays,
The bright that comes to souls with summer’s sun,

Announce, would you please, would you let her know,
Yet before he had departed that he left these words?

No need temper his comment, my good comrades.

Do not beg that she forgive his unkindness.

Tell her, he tired of living beneath her continued deceit,
Her stubborn refusal ever to admit the truth,
Her lie upon lie, until her and his own head spin,
No real memory, no living history,
All concoction, each and every personal event,
She not remembering a word she said.

And let her live and love,
May she have three hundred lovers or more,
And disappoint whomever her unhappiness encounter,
That her self hatred destroys whatever hopes some
Good and noble might have,
Cursed are those who fail to discern her treachery!

Here Stanley cleaves unto the words of Catullus,
When, once upon a time, and so long ago,
The ancient poet had come to realize the term, whore,
Was a word he meant to stand for her insatiable lying.

As for Stanley, and his love,
All that love of his which had been hers for the embracing,
His deep regard is gone and in this, our pagan world,
No forgiveness, no promise of the resurrection,
No flower, no plant, once the farmer’s passing plow
Deracinates and mangles it,
No flower may hope to live and flourish,
It has no future and never blooms, again.

EMANUEL

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EMANUEL,

West Houston Street Encounter

Say! Excuse me, Mister.

Wonder, hey, might you spare a dollar?

Believe it or not, I was once a teacher;

I had a home in New Canaan, a wife and kids.

Give me a break!

Think on this a moment.

My religious education was good.

I learned the books of the Bible,

Always felt myself a righteous man.

You might find it hard to phantom,

Given current circumstance,

But it's true!

How about it, Mister, let me hold a dollar?

Come on, my story is true!

YET ANOTHER LOVE POEM

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YET ANOTHER LOVE POEM

 
Who do you love the best
Me or one of the other boys,
The others who have been part of your life?

I believe you love me for my poems,
And the other guys because of their good looks.

Excuse me! I am sure that I know
How those former lovers write.
I would wager, their compositions stink!

They are schoolboys at their lessons.
Their vocabulary weak and grammar amiss.
Their voice never amounts to truth
For they have not learned,
They are not practiced in language of the heart.

A girl like you would never fall,
Never give herself over to some inconsequential chap,
Even were he rich in goods,
Or have a ton of money in the bank,
Honestly, I doubt that it would be worth
Any man's while to court you, useless, I would say,
Unless he had verse at his command. 

You will have poetry in your life, and soulful adventure.

You will have love, above all else, love!  No!
Not artful, not postures of love, but absolute love,
All-out, heedless, besotted, running a muck,
Head over heels, love, as if, you were God-struck.

You will have an ardency whose heart-beat mirrors
The atomic steady of electrons about a nucleus,
An affection which possesses an endurance
Beyond the permanence of any artifact of marble,
Any work of bronze,
And puts to shame the pretense of those,                
The ancient pyramids of Egypt or the other monuments,
Heights and circles of stone and rock,
Whose makers stake a claim to victory over time.

 
   
The love you will have, the heart, a color and brightness,
A beacon from the farthest reaches of space-time,
A light by which all other lights are measured.

Too bad, honey!  Too bad for you!
You must know, and as for you as well as
For all the other suitors, please,
Think on it a bit, tell me the man,
Who may compare, or even place
Reasonable second in the ultimate competition,
Who but me might win the race for your heart? 

Sorry!  But it’s over, no choice,
It is just the luck, the fate which has befallen you.
Its story line, no earthly origin, not an everyday script,
The author knows when the sparrow falls,
He has count of the hairs upon your head,
Understand, accept, and embrace wisdom,
Let me call it, Destiny, and proclaim,
You have won the election.
A bright new day floods the horizon.

Mercy on whom mercy has has been granted, and
Compassion on whom compassion has been granted,
Not by any human will or its exertion,

But by the power of heaven and its justice.

NEW-YORK-CITY SAD SONG

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NEW-YORK-CITY SAD SONG

 
I am in New York City, but New York City,
It does not belong to me. You understand?
I am in New York City, but New York City is not in me.
What do I mean? Listen, I am from Chicago, Illinois.
Been in New York City for thirty-five years.
I am a New Yorker! You must understand!

Nope, nope, I probably confuse you.

What happens here? I have some examples.
Take the Second Avenue Subway. It doesn't exist!
City continues the project as long as I remember.
Seventh Avenue, midtown calls it, Fashion Avenue;
Yet garment making and design
Have they a role in today's American trade?

And the neighborhoods, they all look the same.
Look down the blocks. What do you see?
Corporate interests and franchise,
Dunkin' Donuts and big-time banks,
And, on almost every other corner,
Drug-store chains hawking their wares,
That's the story, the moms-and-pops, those stores,
Those stores are gone.

I notice more begging,
People seeking handouts more today than I ever recall.
The murder rate spikes. The poor kill the poor;
Children shoot other children.

                              
And the City's once renowned middle class forced to flee,
I see a Great Migration,
A town left to ladies with big, diamond engagement rings,
And babies pushed in fancy perambulators.

By the way New York City's mayor,
He is the richest man in the state.

And you, yes, you, too, 
You are not around much anymore.
How seldom I see you during the course of a year!
I am lonely without you.
I miss your not being home with me.
Nowadays, you go abroad
And, when you return, we go for dinner.
I only see you once and a while and then for a short time.

Ever notice all the lottery tickets which losers leave
On counter tops, and discard to the floor?
Seems many people hope to change their luck.

You follow? You understand what I mean?

I am in New York City, but New York City is not in me. 
 
*I copied out these sentiments years ago. Richard Wright first recorded them from a street corner conversation in the late 1930s when he had worked for the Roosevelt's Works Progress Administration. He later published them in 12 Million Black Voices. I took Wright's original street transcription and changed its tone and slant, refocused the scene. Ultimately, I turned it into a personal love poem, a poetic adaptation of sentiments from a WPA document.

MIDNIGHT RECAP, 19 August 1976

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MIDNIGHT RECAP,

19 August 1976

Gad! It's Nancy Lake of North Carolina,

“Chairman, Richard Rosenblum of the Great,

The Oh-so-Great, Delegation from the State of New York”

Representatives proclaim their diverse cultures,

Highlight separate geographies;

They are timed to a moment, tied to one central theme.

The fifty individual states of the Union, 
Arizona, Washington, Illinois and Indiana…

Texas, Alaska… Alabama and Michigan...,

The great cultures, the ethnographic mix of this nation,

Caucasians, Chinese, Blacks,

Cubans, Chicanos, Italian-Americans, Native Peoples,

All expected to take twenty-five seconds or less:

“I am honored to second the nomination…

“The man the American people can trust!

“It is with my great pleasure…

“We are proud to place the name --

“Miss Perez has set a record -- under fifteen seconds!

“Aloha!

“The miracle of Joseph’s coat of many colors…

“A head and a heart! A living legend!

“The last line of defense…

Blrrrrwrrwrrwwwwrrrrr.

“Gerald R. Ford for President!”