Man With a Million Voices

man with a million inner voices
staring at an imaginary flower
held in his raised hand
pondering its power

the bench on which he sits
is warped by years of time
when people sat and stared
forgetting their own names

wheeling his cart carrying
all of his worldly goods
no house to call home
the park his neighborhood

we’ve circled the same path
we’ve passed each other daily
countless revolutions round
pounding feet on gravel

i wonder what you hear…
who tells you what to do?
do you talk to birds?
to spirits in the wood?

burdened in his curse
to forever haunt the lake
him or me, i’m not sure
how different we are in state

i only hear one voice, mine
in all its rambling glory,
running through the gamut, 
but still only one alone

the cart i push, invisible
full of life’s baggage
i shed a bit each visit
i leave it on windy days

you carry yours endlessly
you left nothing behind
you are imprisoned in your own way

and i, in mine

 

~ Emily C.

3.30.18

**

Almost every day I pass a mentally ill homeless man pushing a cart full of stuff around the lake. I’ve come to appreciate him as a part of my walk. We are all only one incident or gene away from being in a different position in life. A reminder we are not all that far away, despite our differences. I’ve been wanting to write a poem about him and today it finally came out.

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Congratulations on your Academy Award!
You’ve really got them fooled,
spellbound by your histrionics,
your handcrafted crocodile tears!

You’ve set the stage spectacularly!
You’ve set the audience up to fall,
you’ve baited them into your trap,
they’ve eaten it all up!

It’s clear you’ve worked so hard
to get to this red-carpet point
going through your co-stars
kissing then kicking them out stage right!

When critics cry foul, shoot back
with your phony stories’ lined
with lies that make you seem the victim,
when you know that belies the truth!

The truth? My god what’s that?!
Distract, project and blame shift,
claim “false news!” and reeeeel them in!
Why not? It works every time!

Swindle the ones who praise you,
who cannot see past your false face!
Ostracize the ones who speak truth,
until only “Yes!” people fill your space!

Oh, you must be so awfully proud!
You’ve refined your predatory palate,
you’ve racked up quite the history;
you’ve worked so damn hard

to con your crowd!

~ Emily C.

3.30.18

The Times They Are A-Changin’

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call

Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

~ Bob Dylan

***

Just felt like playing this song on my harmonium today.  It has never lost its relevance as a rally cry.

This is dedicated to the badass Parkland kids who are taking care of business like the “adults” the politicians are supposed to be.

There are big things going on outside of WordPress that warrant energy and attention. And of course, as poets, we also have some civic role here to write and speak for the times. Sharing here with people who value that role is great.  I’ve been brewing on some resistance poems for a while.

However, there can be energy sucking distractions in the form of trolls and bullies in any social media arena, even WordPress. They thrive on creating drama and chaos, dragging other people into mayhem of their own delusion, imagination and creation.  Tune them out, focus on what really matters, devote love and energy to those who fill your spirit, live in the real world more than the digital, pay attention to what’s going on in the world, resist and participate, and never forget to sing once in a while.

These kids have been attacked, harassed, trolled, and bullied, even as they recover from one of the most traumatizing experiences a human can survive.  The cold, callous, sad people who have nothing better to do with their lives only find joy in other people’s misery, because they themselves are miserable.

These young adults, soon-to-be voters are examples of determination, resilience, fight, integrity, and hope.

Ignore the haters. Life is too short for that bullshit.

#marchforourlives

#neveragain
#enoughisenough
#endcyberbullying
#love
#onward

So Blue

meet me on the moon
I’ll be on the silver beach
toes in sand
wiggling
pondering the view

binoculars aiming down
to rapidly crumbling earth
I’ve got my books and blanket
chilling
on the sunny side of moon

wave to me when
you’ve found my bit of heaven
I shouldn’t be hard to miss
being the only one
waiting

meet me on the moon
I’ve saved you a kiss
(perhaps a little more
I’ve reserved
for our dessert)

let’s sit back and watch
as armageddon ends the mess
let it blow, implode, destruct
we’ve got no reason
to go back

hold me close, my love
I’d rather be with you
than on the planet we left
that used to be

so blue

~ Emily C.

3.27.18

Wings of Doves

i’ll ride on the wings of doves
above the human condition

go on about your tantrum
my soul is untouchable

the torture you inflict
is out of my domain

soaring i deflect
your arrows poorly aimed

look how little you behave
how mighty you pretend

how thinking intimidation
makes you bigger than the rest

when in reality the truth
shows how small you really are

a bigger person needs not
threaten those afar

truest hearts speak
through silent kindnesses

false act put on does not impress
it only shows deep weakness

pity is the only thing
that is elicited from me

and sorrow for the victims
who must suffer your enmity

i’ll ride on wings of doves
seeking peace with each new beat

i’ll ride on wings of love
with loves who lift my wings

~ Emily C.

3.27.18