Tag Archives: poetry

Insanity Headline Sonnet

Insanity’s tenuous conditions:

Untreated mental health is dangerous

& for people there are no renditions

From this fate’s fickle finger arrangements

We leave the least among us all alone

With only their close families watching

(& those kin folk have their pride to atone)

So people’s insanity’s stretching

How the mysterious mind operates

Is beyond ev’ryone’s everything

Chemicals, hormones & even phosphates

Are in charge of what, to life, people bring

So, please understand that insanity

Is a problem for the community

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/ny-metro-child-thrown-building-brother-20180929-story

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Toxic Chivalry Sonnet

Two sides of Toxic Masculinity:
Catcalling’s trite machismo enables
The “insecure,” “social stability”
While Violent “chivalry” “enables”

All this reifies masculinity
Making men more concrete or somehow real
Increasing women’s insecurity
& It’s forcing “girls” to learn how to deal

A tragedy of Masculinity
Is designed right in the patriarchy
We gave men fictional divinity
By suppressing nature’s matriarchy

A boy & a man fought in the South Bronx
Controlling woman’s honor: in a sconce

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/ny-metro-catcall-sentencing-prison-20180927-story.htm

America & Americans Sonnet

I wish I could clearly sing the praises

Of America & Americans

Whom the high bar of decency raises

Even after our recent concussions

Although we jump out of a checkered past

The rules of our game were fairest back then

& our best impulses try to hold fast

To those ideals of the enlightenment

I won’t focus on insecurity

That short-sighted fear & greed nurtures

Our greatest wealth is our humanity

(Liberty’s carcass circled by vultures!)

Right now I am told to fear the others

But in my heart I know they’re my brothers

Broken Foot Sonnet 8-31-18

I am wondering if will ever

Rejoin the standing tribe of the upright

Who are pedestrians that incur

People unmediated by cars’ blight

Will I ever, stride, saunter, or just walk

The byways where people simply exist

Freed from status markers of Detroit’s chalk

I am a New Yorker & must resist

As I lurch on with my crutch-prosthesis

Collecting the side-eyed stares from others

I curse & lament this new genesis

Realizing that oddity me smothers

This temporary handicapped voyage

Reminds me that many live in steerage

Brooklyn Murder Suicide Sonnet

When Falling In Love we ourselves extend

Hearts sending out tender capillaries

To fertilize love for a sweeter trend

& dodging loneliness’s vagaries

But maybe one cannot live up, you know

To the amorous baggage therein

The dream Cupid looses from his bow

Is a strange love song on a theramin

What becomes of amorous delusions?

Reality rumbles from the tunnel

& all that remains are his illusions

His dreams & her body are then pummeled

Brooklyn Subway Murder-&-Suicide

Pulls to eternity the lies they tried

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/ny-metro-couple-killed-train-murder-suicide-brooklyn-20180727-story.html

Gratitude Sonnet (7-24-18)

I need to cultivate more gratitude
By focusing on my life’s abundance
(Now this won’t give me any certitude
It will reduce ego’s interference)

The rainbows climb down from the summer rain
& the flowers sprout from forgotten seeds
My attitude is created the same
By fertilizing life with those good deeds

Creating by alchemy this treasure
Demands wizardry of faith enduring
I’ll never find peace searching for pleasure
But it’s duty’s byproduct assuring

Now I have paid gratitude obeisance
I hope that my faith will have more frequence

Self Pity Sonnet

The unrelenting exhaustion I feel

Is the sum total of my self pity

An amorphous weight that despair does seal

Rhyming this observation is shitty

While I am painfully aware of it

(My proclivity for melancholy)

I cannot seem to be free of this shit

(Such is the modern bourgeoisie’s folly)

While I might appear to be paranoid

Seeing enemies in familiar faces

These grim thoughts help to fill depression’s void

Cementing me in these dreary places

I do not feel worthy of these feelings

Garish 1st World problems have me reeling