POETIC INJUSTICES
(Free Flow Poetry Freely Fleeing)
Cover page
Please give us your attention
Inklings
Discovery
Reward
by Leon Tchaikovsky
INTRODUCTION
Those who missed ever listening to Leon Tchaikovsky
Gleefully and comically reading his poe,s
Missed a priceless treat
Because no one would ever pay to listen to that,
He's various accents and emotions displayed as he read
Made people wonder if he required medical assistance
So while you may not hear these poems in the author's voice
Put them in your voice
And have fun with them.
Words, closed, long hidden in the book
Sleeping with nothing to do.
Written, urging someone to ooh
This poetry is for you.
Lifetime, people wanting to hurt
Can’t stop others from doing
Why is there such cruelty
Their brief smirks
Leaving lifetime scars
Let them have their fill
Hurt can heal.
When their children hurt as well
The wounds can not be tended
Knock
Startled into
Reaction
Friend
or foe?
Fun or fried?
Twisting knobs tell all
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Lume
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Blue
Green
Red
Blue
How did red get here?
Red
Blue
Green
Red
Blue
Green
Red
Blue
Green
Red
Blue
Green
Red
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
Blue
How did yellow get here?
Red
Yellow
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
Orange
Blue
How did orange get here?
Red
Yellow
Orange
Blue
Green
Red
Yellow
Orange
Pink
Blue
How idid pink get here?
Red
Yellow
Orange
Pink
Blue
Where is purple?
Green
Red
Yellow
Orange
Pink
Purple
Blue
Violet would be good
Blue
Green
Red
Yelllow
Orange
Pink
Violet
Rainbow
Trees
Lightning
Power
Life
energy
bringing life
Energy
bringing death
New life
New energy
New death
Trees
Life
Power
Sky
Subways rushing
Ocean
Elevators stuck
Forest
War
Pond
Highway traffic
Elephants
Grilled hamburgers
Birds
Car exhaust
All finding peace
All finding peace
If this is
Here
And not
there
Although,
It is there
And it is here
And here is there
And here is here
And there is there
Here could be anywhere
Caution
This poem may contain
Peanuts
Shellfish
Chocolate
Or it may not.
Frick and Frack
Walked down a hill
To fetch a pale of water.
Frack fell down
Which broke the ground
Making Frack pollute the water
All the girls tumbled after did Frick
As the water made them all feel like ick.
Accusers
Accusations
False.
Often
Those that accuse
Do so
To exorcise their guilt
Dyslexic, I am
Said the man, Sam
Eggs I like, with ham
If green, though, I will not eat.
A cat, I will not touch its feet.
A hat, upon which I will not seat.
One goldfish
Three goldfish
Two goldfish.
To you who are amused
By what you falsely accused.
I hope I are receiving much joy
At the pain resulting from your ploy.
Your goal has been overly achieved.
I am suffering and am painfully aggrieved.
I only wish you could have gotten more glee.
You caused far more pain than you got to see.
What a waste.
I mourn a past that never existed,
Of dreaming of dreams that never came true.
I pray for a future that isn’t resisted,
Of achieving goals our dreams never knew.
Roses are in a red bucket,
Dead babies have the blues,
I live in central Nantucket,
Pick what punchline you choose.
I heard a rage from Heaven
God made his displeasure known.
Shouting out in majestic anger
He proclaimed "Me dammit".
My life has not been
One of happiness
But one of
Minimizing pain
On
On
Off
Off
It all depends on who controls the switch.
Why are you reading… This?
It is creepy.
Go live your….Life.
Reading this is what you should…Hate.
It makes people sleepily.
Why go through this…Strife.
Rise up and destroy…Society
Stand up and…Conform.
Join the norm of...Protest
Dye your hair…Purple.
Why are you still reading this?
This should be a national security warning.
You should be out doing something less alarming
Or doing something more revolutionary.
Help
I realize the only
Way
To deal with reality
is to ignore it
I fear I may die soon
I need to pass along the message
Of the horror
Yet I realize
It is best you never the horror.
Remember the horror
That I hope you never learn.
Reach for me if you dare
Where?
You may not be aware
I will always be there.
What are you going to do
When the carousel stops?
The fun will come to an end
Leaving you with a swirling head.
You will exit into the bright lights
Will you know which way to go
You hope the carousel will never end
What will you do when the music stops?
You need to know where you are going
Before
You can be lost.
I stand in the room,
The room stands back.
The walls surround me
Like a police attack.
The floors are rising
The ceiling drops
Is there any answer
To the knock on the door?
Who can be there?
As the door disappears
Time to surrender
No place to hide
Remember me
When I was good.
A headless bird flew above
Flying strong yet going nowhere.
A head is shout for the dove
For tranquility everywhere.
Run, refugee, run
With nowhere to go.
The danger's begun
Just escape your
Foe.
Yo, Big Guy, the Main Cat,
We give you our respect.
Your digs are all so phat,
Your slang we will not reject,
Whether uptown or downtown
We appreciate the bread.
Please do not turn us down,
We'll help our brothers and sisters get ahead,
All our homies will avoid the bad.
And keep others from getting the blues
We are all your fan
Cause you are the Man.
When I depart
Search nowhere.
Inside your heart
I'll be there
See Ricardo,
See Janelle,,
See Ricardo;s computer programs run.
See Janelle's compeer programs run.
Run, programs, run.
I went outside
But the outsiders told me
You don't belong here
Go back to where you belong.
Go back to your people.
I went back to my people
But they told me I'd been outside
I don't belong inside anymore
They told me to go back outside
That is where I now belong.
I know I belong somewhere.
I only wish I know where.
Reflections
On a muddy pond
Is it the pond that is murky
Or my image that is dirty?
Touch me
Touch me like a song
Feel me,
Feel me like a painting,
Love me,
Love me like a dream.
Haiku poetry
Five syllables in two lines
Gives it symmetry.
If eternity could be one moment,
I'd have this moment frozen in time.
If I could be with you forever,
This moment is what I would keep.
A stepson of British nobility
Transferred his business to Connecticut
With no inkling of sensibility
He sold a weapon that smelled like a butt.
He was known as the part lord from Hartford.
Who got a smart hoard to buy his fart sword.
Tweety tweets on Twittter
Makes Sylvester bitter.
Thoughts enrage the critter
Make kids hearts a-flitter.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Knock knock.
I don't get the joke.
I didn't say the punchline.
I said "who's there?"
And I said "Knock knock"/
Who's there?
Knock knock.
You already said that.
That's the joke.
I don't fault who that showed me reality.
I fault who that stopped me from dreaming.
I stand in a place where one once existed.
Dreaming of goals that have been resisted.
The path of youth long ago disturbed.
Sounds of a soul process and reversed.
I saw a girl in tight jeans
Driving my pick-up truck
Through the dirt road
Running through my mind.
She said "I don't like you.
But I like your dog".
So she took my mutt away.
My only love just left today
Wagging her tail behind
Yet I know she won' get far today
Because I left the gas om empty
The legends of a forgotten past
Slip away with each dying memory.
Great loves and hearty laughs
Had their time and now are gone.
If a past falls to a supernova
Will anyone remember it existed?
Fat women tweaking photos
Kneecap body odor control
Hidden asset income tax attorneys
Adult diaper comparisons
Sensual mass murderer fan fiction
New video game cheating hints
Gun shot distance detection
Chandelier swinging sex positions
Klan membership dues renewal
Can twins have different fathers
Stealing cable penalties
Naked corpses photographs
Genital tattoo removal
This is a reminder that before you die
To delete your computer brewer history.
Twas with fortitude and patience the inebriated exhausted
For the ruins of their sheltered abyss had been transformed.
Perchance there will be a rise of the arisen
Or naught for the sinking gems of nor.
Wavering hills a strewn by the weighted whetted fields
No nutrition from those lands shall be forthcoming
The gentry are overwhelmed yet the peasants remain as such
Mud, fire, floods, snow, drought all result in desperate reaches.
Fames enlighten while darkness drowns,
The no end is sight reaches its eternal conclusion.
With trepidation that travesty tiptoes forwards,
Nowhere is found what no one remembers to seek
Putrid air pacifying paling faces masked by skin.
Wondering if Exra Pound will become a Philomathean.
You choose the zigzag path and go past Worthington
Travel for three eights a mile then turn right on an unmarked road
Travel past Pottingham until you see an unpaved road heading northwest
Take that road to Pottston Borough and make and afar the second church
Take the third right then the fourth right and continue until just before Yorkingland.
Turn into the parking lot and exit the southeast exit
Take the sharp right and continue into Hobbworth Valley.
Turn left on Wright Street and you reach the cul de sac.
Drive through the cul de sac and make the first right at Lefham.
Go past seven pubs, stop, enter the pub and ask which ferry operates today.
Take the ferry, exit the ferry and take the third left.
Wave to my Aunt Edna is he is outside and continue past two cemeteries
Take the first right then the first left and then the second right
Wave a middle finger at my Uncle Charlie is he is outside or even if he isn't.
Stop when he sees a row of maple trees.
Going ten feet deep count the 17th maple tree from the left.
The unmarked grave of the unknown soldier from the forgotten war is there.
You can't miss it.
Or, you oould back up sixty feet and there it is.
I heard a whisper
From a voice that had been silenced
I yelled out the message
So those near me did not want to hear
So they silenced me
Until all I could do
Was whisper to the next who came along.
If the smallest amount of energy
Emerging from the mass
Gives life,
Than mass and energy
Can destroy
Or survive.
I do not feel worthy
I am not deserving.
I feel the honor
In having a part.
All of you are heroes
I become one with you.
Help!
I cried out.
No one answered.
That is when I realized.
Give us your documented, with advanced degree,
Huddled with massive monetary savings
Yearning to be invested freely.
The wretched condition of our polluted shore.
Toss there, the homeless, to sail to another city.
I life my lamp to count my gold.
You have to make a list for me,
We need to solve this mystery.
Write them up big, write them up small.
Do what is needed without alcohol.
Shine on the light, show what is right
See the delight as we truth wins the fight.
Fresh photographs,
vivid with colors
that shall always remain
Images of friends
Detiny will show
Test of time will
Always remain bright.
Now I see the
Photographs have aged
The color no longer bright
The test of time
Is a test long gone,
The images have faded
The memories forgotten
A history of time
No longer remembered.
Show what you are made of
Declare what you stand for
Let them know who you are
Watch how others do thing
Listen and learn in expanding awareness
Let them know you are improving
Fight for your rights and for others' needs
Inform of the insights you have
Change the world because of who you are
Continue learning as you educate
You are you
We need you.
You look into a crowded room
Finding the woman with the piercing eyes
Knowing she'll be your doom
She, who only gives you sighs
Helen, the face that launched a thousand drones.
She flashes you a smile
Knowing it will drive you wild
Although it takes you awhile
Before you can become relaxing mild
Helen, whom you seek a thousand atones.
You turn dow her best proposition.
It's all for the best
No noe paying restitution
Like all the rest
Helen, the face that freezes you into stones.
I once lost you, in a pile of dirt
In the old back forty
Stuck in all that mud
It had to hurt.
Hiding in-between rows of corn
In the old back forty
Hoping no one can see us
We don't need their scorn.
I harvest your good nature
In the old back forty
When you're cut down in size
Time to praise our creator
You left with a care
In the old back forty
Nothing to be plundered
Whrre the land is left bare.
Two lovers left port seeking to find the world
They found water and land lights
As they found their rewards
Lighthouses greeted them
Waves kept them awake.
Waves put them to sleep.
Stars at night mystified them
Clouds tranquilized them
As they slept in each other 's arms
Holding onto the world as tight as they can
Having found it they wanted to keep it.
Storm crashed against them
Still they hung on
Two people against the mighty ocean
Love wins out.
I like your costume
Even though
It hides who you are.
A mask can be revealing
Of a secret you are sharing
Naked, you are honest
Clothes you are insightful.
Needlessly
Always
Needles
Pierces
Reaching
Still
Resisting
Movement
Pushing
Cam
Noisily
Loud
Never
Yet
If truth is in he pudding
What made pudding a lie detector
If knowledge is found in the wind
Can we breathe in the answers?
If a river washes all sins
Are we sinners when we erin?
Does love supply the air?
If breezes whispers answers
It must mention love.
Banana
Declared the psychic
Knock knock
Knowing you have left in disgust.
Could it be a fatted calf from meals gone by?
And did I had you say you were eating here today
To take you to that buffet piled sky high?
Free flow
Poetry
Flowing freely
Seeing freedom
Inviting scorn
Captured by rules
It flows no more.
Who needs the ruth
When we print the its?
Who reads the facts
When fiction is more interesting?
We will not regain the truth
When we find falsehoods more fascinating.
Dear Mr. Simon
Joltin' Joe
Has Died.
London Bridge is falling down
Poor maintenance upkeep
My fair lady
Don't walk under it.
\
Jack Sprat could eat no fat
Gene Keene could eat no lean
Jack Sprat lived longer.
Dela Burke
What's the poundage you put on?
Could it be a fatted calf from meals gone by?
And did I hear you say that you were eating here today
To take her to the buffet piled sky high?
She's 41 and she still calls her daddy major
All the tabloids say she's lazy
Cause she walks down with a pizza in her hand
Looking for a mysterious smoked ham.