Getting Ready
April 2019
#124
Roots Under Floods
To P.R.
Around the world where floods follow rains and destruction follows wind, there stays the hope that a tree leaves seeds – a sign of healing times to come.
But near lurks demons that want to raze every root.
They invoke all that is bloodthirsty to swear an imperial reign where they truly believe in a destruction of truth without end.
Yet they know the lies they tell.
They know that roots under floods are still growing.
Their cultivation will be the monsters’ undoing.
There stays the hope that the flower grows again – and sees a nation rise.
© Ángel L Martinez 27 oct 17
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
Un Verso Libre
A Clemente Soto Vélez
Cada humano que nace con un canto de amor
Y camina su vida sobre dulces poemas
Que suben la voz de la patria
Debajo de la oscuridad en un gran imagen
Que es una gran rosa
La poesía en el dïa y en la noche
Que el sol brilla cuando libre es la palabra
Clemente levantó los muertos
Porque los corazones siguen a vivir
Yo me recuerdo 38 años pasados
En la galleria del Maraví
Tu nombre es una flor
Que es hecho de versos
En la Isla de Borinquen
El poeta con sus palabras de libertad y su amor sigue
Cuando tú miras a su retrato
Y la mentira fea
Sï, queremos vivir en un sueño
Que todos somos humanos en la planeta
Palabras sobrepasan de la Isla Borinquen
Los priviliegidos
Verso libre, Clemente. Presente
A Free Verse
To Clemente Soto Vélez
Every human being born with a song of love
And he walks his life on sweet poems
They raise the voice of the fatherland
Under the darkness in a great image
What a great rose
Poetry in the day and in the night
That the sun shines when free is the word
Clemente raised the dead
Because hearts continue to live
I remember 38 years ago
In the gallery of the Maraví
Your name is a flower
What is made of verses
On the Island of Borinquen
The poet with his words of freedom and love continues
© Carlos Raúl Dufflar 10/10/18
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
The Ballad Of The Boy With No Name
Now I'll tell you the tale of a boy with no name
A boy with no fortune, no face nor no fame
None knew where he went to
and none knew whence he came
And he lived for no reason
The boy with no name...
Well he was just walking along
With his eyes on the ground
Thinking of nothing and meaning no harm
When up came a soldier, grabbed hold of his arm
Said "Sonny-Boy, don't you know there's a war going on?"
So he upped and went to enlist like a man
They gave him a gun and said "Fight if you can."
Sometimes he fought and sometimes he ran
And one time he died, their gun in his hand
They took back their gun and said t'was a shame
And really, all-in-all, no one was to blame
But whatever they said, he died just the same
And he died for no reason
The boy with no name.
Minstrel
Rest Rest Rest Is Best Best Best
I climbed
A weary mountain
Came down
The other side
Round and round
The river wound
And ran
Into the tide.
Strewth
Not There Yet
I remember when the fever
First came to attack
And after several doses
There was no turning back
Feeble was my flutter
But I took the Doctors' word
No-one heard me mutter
For years one, two and third
The fourth year I was stronger
For a while but year five
Struck me down for longer
Than I could strive
Five, six, seven, eight
I came to remonstrate
And though it proved organic
The proof came far too late
So in full spate of assumption
To relegate proof
I am became a nuisance
For telling the truth
Anonymous
Spring
Getting ready for Spring
To see the bloom of flowers
Lambs in the fields
Smooth running sea waves
As the sun blinds the eyes
See the goats in the distance
As you drive past
The sun streaming through the windscreen
Sunglasses on your face
A sigh as you get stuck in the traffic
Waiting to begin your Easter holiday
Getting ready
as you arrive at your holiday villa
You see the beautiful swimming pool
Oh! What a lovely dream
That would be
Getting ready for Spring
As the sun blinds the eyes
Time is of the essence
Happy in the wilderness of joy
Spring is beautiful wherever you are
With all new life beginning
(C) Josie Lawson 21/04/2019 All Rights Reserved
GROW
The Sense Of Day
It is another day that I get ready
I open the curtains , last week the clock went forward
So it is light outside, yet dismal,
Foggy, dull, no sun to be seen
Day time is at the ready
But still quite early.
I sense my breathing
I sense stillness in my sight
After a week of stress,
Yet, the quietness, evades me.
I look around, I hear the
Dryer airing my clothes...
My pen, is flowing, I sigh deeply,
As I look around the room...
My possessions consist of CDs,
DVDs, writing material,
Yes, I am getting ready,
Ready to get my breakfast,
Wash the dishes first,
Prepare - Put the washing machine
on - look around and then,
The mobile rings...
How early. I stop writing
Momentarily...
After an unusual chat so early
I look up, and think
It is time - Time, I must
Really get ready
As you see, as you have read,
I really, must get ready -
(C)Josie Lawson 9/04/2019 All Rights Reserved
GROW
Already Waiting You Getting Ready
Updating the process recording
Writing takes time
The ink pen script is this a poem
Finding paper following flow glow
Global economics scribed screen
Screaming ready to go hail flaked
The grand national getting ready place now
Under starters orders jockey dismounted
Up since dawn getting ready to leave
It's time to come over hi where are you
Your hiking joking about stop by
Live up to honour his contract laugh
On top of the bus the staff
Getting ready to change over the moon
John Joseph Sheehy