Finality
The end is near
No time to spare
No time to shed a million tears
No time to conquer all my fears
The time is nigh
No more whys
No more sighs
No more goodbyes
The days go by
Soon he must fly
And I must try
Not to die
I’m sitting here watching the congressional hearings about the AIG crisis and I’m completely stunned to hear people blaming Obama for this crap! This didn’t start in January, it didn’t start in November, it started long before that under the previous administration.
Why is no one going back in time to when this all started? This current crisis and all that goes with it is a product of the corrupt practices of the previous government and it was all dropped in Obama’s lap, so now he gets all the blame? What the F*&^?
Isn’t his administration trying to put things right now and take back the money that was given out by the previous administration? Isn’t he the one who is now demanding oversight and transparency? He’s got a mess to clean up that is no fault of his own, don’t demonize him before he even has a chance. That’s what they want. That means they win, AGAIN!
This is all the result of Bush and his cronies allowing Wall Street to run rampant while they raked in the bucks. C’mon people smarten up and don’t go down this path. We need to put the blame where it really belongs and not listen to FOX and CNN and all the other pro-Republican assholes who would love to have us believe that this is all Obama’s fault.
Don’t let them brainwash you again? They’ve been doing it for the last 8 years and now look where we are. This didn’t happen under Obama’s watch. Do you get that? All of this crap happened under the last administration. All of it. This mess was handed off to the new guy and he’s trying to fix it. He needs our support now more than ever.
I’m out of work, on unemployment and understand that this country is in big trouble, but the trouble started a long time ago. Bush and his people are the culprits, the overseers of this problem. Write to your reps and your congressmen and women and let them know what you expect from your government now, but don’t just lay the blame in the new guys lap. Don’t sit around and whine and complain about things, write to them, call them, let them know what you think, and then give them a chance to change things, otherwise shut up and deal.
We let Bush and his people do whatever the hell they wanted for eight years and now everyone is crying about it. We have a chance now to start over. Don’t waste it by sitting around blaming the new guy. Get your minds around the fact that this is Bush’s fault, has been Bush’s fault, and this is all the result of 8 years of the whole country sitting by while the government did whatever the hell they wanted. No one said anything then and look what’s happened. Say something now!
Metaphysical Nightmare
Whispers, images, flashes
Haunting
Deep waters move rapidly
Dream or memory
Confusion
Fevered imagination plotting
Insanity beckons
Looming
Shadows of reality or shades of imagination
Frame after frame
Clicking
Taunts fast and clear
Screaming conscience
Shrill
Mind mirrors shatter
Shards fall
Cutting
Tearing the delicate foundation
Death breathes close
Stop!
It does
Mind Games
Comets streak through moonlit skies
inspiring awe in human minds
and hearts that try to fathom all the whys
With eyes we see and hearts we feel
but truly it’s our minds emotions steal
as in breathless whispers
we question what is real
The world is false, so much untrue
and yet there’s still someone like you
whose guileless eyes and smile I knew
would somehow break my heart in two
but still I loved you
As long as comets race through space and time
your face will stay within the confines
of my mind
Till time unwinds
By
Lisa Doherty
Thirteen
All chrome and shiny black enamel, with handbrakes and three speeds
Freedom from classroom tyranny, parental supervision and school bullies
At least for now…
Super heated air, cooled only by speed, rushes past, hair flying out behind
Muscles pumping, heart racing, fear nowhere in sight
At least for now…
Serenity, peace, excitement, joy! So many good feelings, almost overwhelming
Almost…
No destination, just going, riding, flying…
My black charger carrying me off to a better place
At least for now…
I am very disheartened when I see a company taking advantage of people and encouraging hopeful writers in the deceitful way that Poetry.com does. Way back in the beginning, before I became jaded about such things, I submitted a couple of my poems to this distasteful site. About a month later I received something in the mail from them saying that one of my poems had been chosen to be published in an anthology. I was so excited! Yeah, that didn’t last long. As I read on, still very enthusiastic, the letter said they needed me to proof my poem for publication and sign to be sure it was exactly the way I wanted it printed, which I did, still hopeful and happy. Reading further still, the high praise that oozed out of every paragraph made me feel like I had really accomplished something. Then…I got to the crux of it all. If I wanted a copy of the book that my poem, mine, mind you, was to be published in it would only cost me the ‘discounted’ price of $49.95. Wow, that’s it. I could have my own poem, in a book, as long as I paid them for it. That was bad enough, but it got better. The next thing was a ‘beautiful plaque’ with my poem imprinted on it for me to display, ‘proudly’ in my home for eveyone to see, and that would only cost me another $39.00. The messed up thing was, at the time, I was so naive, that had I had the money I probably would have bought the book, and the plaque. Paid for my own work. How f#*&ed up is that? They feed you this line of bullshit and a lot of people actually buy it, pun definitely intended.
Of course since that first experience I’ve gotten wise to them, and this is really hilarious, the reason I got wise to them was the fact that every poem I submitted to their contest got the same response. I was one terrific poet. I was awesome. Every poem was going to be published in a book that I could buy. Wow, how incredible!
I guess I just wanted to warn any aspiring poets out there to beware of sites bearing false promises. If your work is good enough to be published they’ll pay you for it, or at least give you a free copy of the book!
They Call Them Terrorists
She walks the streets in sorrow and anger and sympathy
She cannot claim empathy for she has never known the torment or terror of war
She grieves for what she sees on her safe little box
Pictures of bodies, living and dead
Some still move but are unable to claim life
They cannot process what they see except through the blood red lens of hatred
It’s easier to hate than to fear
Easier to hate than to cry
The rage washes over them in waves
Each larger and more intense than the last
Until a tsunami is formed
Overpowering everything in its wake
She feels the buildup of their suffering
And sees the look in their eyes
The intensity of their raw emotion weighs her down
She cries out in her mind
Stop The Killing! Stop It! Stop It!
Can’t you see their eyes
The tsunami is forming
Its height and breadth formidable
When at last it crashes
A tiny new wave forms and begins to grow
