I am my Own Private Dancer in 2021
I am my Own Private Dancer
I speak in a discernable code
I resonate with George Michael's One More Try
I am my Own Private Dancer,
so just for today,
I'll Give it One More Try
I am my Own Private Dancer
So just for today
I refuse to let the sun go
Down on me
At least not before
I celebrate the rain
The rain never stopped
Wow! The show didn't stop
Not for one bat;
Not for 12 monkeys, let alone
That proverbial 1 Monkey
And God only knows
And heaven only knows
How many monkeys have tried
Tried so hard and so fast...
To stop OUR TRAIN
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
But someone really misunderstood
You can dam the river, but only for a season
You can blow entire tops off entire mountains
Yes, " THEY" can move heaven
And "They" can move Earth
But you cannot stop an "A" Train!
Thank you, Vinnette Carroll
Don't Bother Me, I Can NOW COPE!
I didn't feel the danger
Of the Spider Woman's kiss
And too many, far too many
Too. Damn. Many.
Of my brothers, then my sisters
Felt the heat
Of by and for the Night Sweats
Now They are Still Sweatin with the Oldies
Ah, the wonders of the white man's medicines!
See, "They!"/ " Them!"/ Yes!
Tried to rain on our parade ( yesterday, and All those days that passed before)
They kept coming
I kept getting up
I kept showing up
Today, I still got up
Once Again
After a mysterious Facebook Virtual Stranger
Asked me a TOTALLY APPROPRIATE QUESTION
AT the end of these days, Vernon,
Have you met the man of your dreams?
Your dreams, deferred over, over,
And over again!
But, just as I am
I stopped and thought about it
And took a trip down memory lane
...and, for the sake of appearances
Appearances are the humans' only remaining Common Universal Currency in 2021
I said, No.
Then, just like Scheherazade allegedly,
I dug down and wrote from my heart
My super- human-so-it-must be
One of those SPECIAL Gifts
I have finally met THE MAN OF MY DREAMS.
It's me and all of them boiz.🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈
I, Who Had Always Chosen
The diametric opposite of what the common currencies would suggest
Knocked down
I got up
I gotta keep moving
I'm moving on
Just like that old Bible story
I was sent ( and called)
To have a hero's journey
I searched as far as I could
Without a passport
Before COVID 19
I kept getting up
Almost died in the service of others
That's the way I was BORN TO LIVE and never actually die.
I think, therefore I write & publish
Before leaving to live
On Any Other Planet Earth
Note well how diligently Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, Warren Buffett, and (?) Richard Branson( used to)/ but It looks like he ran away and hid in horror(?)
Note how well the Wealthiest
In the Eyes of the Commonwealth
Defy reason and sanity
Searching for life on long dead and frozen rocks,
High(?) and Low; Near (?) and Far,
Over and Under, continuously
Wait for it...
Why do they want us to pay
Pay every day for the fake privilege
Of watching them blow stuff up
To "terror- form" deeply frozen rocks
To give us awe-inspiring destination weddings?
Slavery on another planet is still Slavery
No, thank you. No, really, thanks/ but no thanks
I'm happy to go along with Earth's Program
The Johnson Brothers were right
James WELDON Johnson wrote the only origin poem to memorialize ETERNAL TRUTHS
James and his "brother-with-a-girls-name" also wrote A National Anthem, just for those who had always known injustice in
This American Experiment.
IT! is the only Anthem for the Nation of Immigrants and Colonizers that I have ever known
If y'all had actually listened once you " knew"-beyond-knowing what Heaven was
"THEY!" set about, intentionally, to destroy it!
Isn't that madness?
Ain't it a low down, dirty shame?
To give us, no, to serve us
An endless tantrum, AFTER we had given you our full attention
Or, at least what was left
After you keep trying to always skim the cream off the top of the latte cup.
Your insanity goal
A self-fulfilling prophecy
With more than 530 different translations
I know because I took some time during MY second pandemic's lockdown
Such a priceless gift, but only if you patiently leaned fully into
That Inferno of a Whirlwind
A whirlwind created exclusively by the world you still CLAIM, FALSELY
SO HUGELY, BIGLY FALSELY to have
Won for Christ's messengers-
Billy Goat Gruff Graham and family
Jerry " unzippered and unhinged" Falwell, Sr. and Son of Freak Flag Flyin
Tammy " cry me a river" of crocodiles tears Bakker, not baker, and family
You have all failed, epically, fantastically, utterly failed
Truly stupidly expensive and costly lessons
Truly pissed me off with all of your
SILENCE still = DEATH complicity
Yes, Felicity, total complicity
Only in the bent and twisted intoxicated Aspirational American Family does the husband get to continue to build wealth while the WHITE WIFE(?) white witchh(?) goes to prison
Still don't realize how sociopathic that "Boss Move" was and is, do ya?
Y'all still haven't reckoned with why all the mother's had to suffer the consequences
Never the little white spoiled brats and bullies
Is it any wonder Black folk invented the Blues
And Atlanta put the " V" in Varsity after the Blues had tried to burn it to the ground
Yes, metaphor and similies
4 The Student-people
Who loved those English and Reading Comprehension courses
Back when we had faces.
How then shall we now live?
How then shall we now
How then shall we
How then shall
How then
How?
How then shall we now live?!?!
So long, for the morning line
There is more, OH, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, there is OF COURSE,
ALWAYS and all ways
More.
Patience, Dear Readers, is still a virtue.
Best,
Epic Black Unapologetically and Gay Everyday Poet Gloriate!
(C) Vernon Nickerson Schoolcoach. All rights reserved.
