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Okra Haiku

fuzzy pods outside
Hibiscus Esculentus
slime and seeds inside

(my toes in the earth)
the sun on my neck
harvesting before mature,
green pods for gumbo

-early ’97 and Aug ’97

Wheel of life
Peace is a timebomb – the zit of society ready to explode into the evil virulent cesspool of war and hate that is constantly at work to milk the cow of civilization of all its progress, thus starving the lamb of humanity until some kind shepherd take pity upon the poor creature and leads … Continue Reading

Peace is a Timebomb

Peace is a Timebomb
Society has forgotten every war
Every battle ever fought
So we are destined to fight even more
Peace is a Tomebomb

Peace is a Timebomb
We fought a “War to end All Wars,” but forgot we did
Hitler convinced a whole country to forget
Forget the horrors, so we fought “For Democracy”
Peace is a Timebomb

Peace is a Timebomb
Now we have the United Nations to help us remember
But we still had Korea and Vietnam
I forget does Central America have a bloody winter?
Peace is a Timebomb

Peace is a Timebomb
God, I hope we don’t forget more
Never forget Nagasaki and Hiroshima
All the lost lives of … Continue Reading

“No Nukes”

“No Nukes,” “No Nukes,” “No Nukes”
Is this the last antigovernment call?
“No Nukes,” that’s all
From Chernobyl To MX missiles mobile

Whatever happened to welfare Insurance rates, White/Black state and Medicare?
Nope… its either “No Nukes” or “Save the Whales”
Not even a protest against used-car sales
There’s no originality left

Well I say “Nuke the Whales”
“Nuke the Whales,” “Nuke the Whales,” “Nuke the Whales”
Nuke ‘em till they glow from their big round heads
To their long flat tails

“Save the Nukes,” “Nuke the Whales”

(Fall 1987, Senior Year, MHS)

The Poppy

A small flower in an Oriental garden
The Opium Poppy
The revolutions of Europe and America
The growing conscience of Man
The Romantic Movement is contributed to
I contribute it to you
Oh, Opium Poppy

The flowers bloom so incredibly high
The poets’ minds seem to float by
How can they reflect the cause of liberty?
When swirling colors are all they see?
Why didn’t these doped-up artists draw instead?

This drug inspired poetry makes my eyelids feel like lead

(Spring 1987, Jr. English class, MHS)

Rainbows -

Full of bright color
Adding pleasure to life
Filling up the sky

The Sun -

Glowing ball of fire
Gives life to the whole world wide
Yet sits all alone

-it was the 7th grade