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A time a time and half a time
Along a road of light and dark
And then you think to say a word
To comfort me in my despair
A word a word a verse a rhyme
Belongs to poets on a lark
Sad love spurned hearts like flightless birds
No apology can repair
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Added by H M Bascom on December 14, 2009 at 7:33pm —
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Be forewarned this is the foretelling
Forearmed with knowledge
Huddle safe in your dwelling
I see the fake fakers hid in the dark
Over butcher shops
Scratching out their mark
Liars lying in lairs awaiting the day
When opposition falls
Safely making their way
A moment of peace then a lifetime of wars
Twisted iron crosses
On flags over shining shores
Those who decry it will carry the staff
High upon shoulders
Tears replaced by their laugh
Her name is Mabus she's lying in wait
Land of midnight…
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Added by H M Bascom on December 6, 2009 at 1:51pm —
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Is there a world outside this place
Stuck in this town called Louisville
In a ball curled you hide your face
From uniformed clowns who can kill
I've seen dead men walk to and fro
Carry blank signs with vacant eyes
They know the script it's all a show
Well rehearsed lines drown silent cries
Make a big deal for all to see
Big bright fine hats on Derby Day
The city grows while people flee
The basement trolls come out to play
Let me take you to see the real
Where human beings live like dogs
Peopl…
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Added by H M Bascom on December 4, 2009 at 1:14pm —
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Symbols
Do not a revolution make
Wry rhetoric keeps you awake
At night
Nations
Created by human beings
Crossing borders running fleeing
From death
Hunger
Drives us ever onward forward
Sanctuary is a boneyard
For hope
Passion
Fuels the fires of revolution
Thick brains refuse evolution
And facts
Rotten
Souls stink like foul putrefied fruits
Sick ideas walk in jackboots
On streets
Country
Imaginary lines in sand
Wave bright flags and strike up the band
And sing
Homeland
Sweet with safety and…
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Added by H M Bascom on December 2, 2009 at 11:31am —
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Part 1
From the Real American to the Immigrant
Welcome to America
The land of the free
This is the best country
In the world to be
There are just a few rules
That you have to learn
If you want to live here
The first thing you do is earn
Get a job get a car
Get a credit card
Put your kids in public school
And a flag in your front yard
Better learn the language
We speak English here
Buy yourself a pickup truck
And learn to love our beer
Put aside your false gods
We worship Jesus Christ
If you…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 28, 2009 at 1:38am —
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All hail the one true god
now has its green wrath been freed
its unholy name is Greed
worshiped by its covetous breed
Sing praise of avarice
read psalms from the Book of Gain
prayerful as the poor are slain
on blood altar of the insane
Raise up your filthy hands
praise for Greed from pilgrim pigs
dance your evil money jigs
adorn your finest Sabbath wigs
Bow before lighted tree
spend and buy your god commands
Greed has a financial plan
around the world the faith expands
All hail the one true…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 26, 2009 at 10:00pm —
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I only need one foot
To stand beside of you
I believe I walk much better
In someone else's shoes
I only need one hand
To reach out to you my friend
I believe what we do today
Will return to us in the end
I only need one eye
But I have no need of ears
I believe half of what I see
And nothing that I hear
© 2009 Helen Bascom
All Rights Reserved
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Added by H M Bascom on November 24, 2009 at 2:48pm —
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No naive verse
of love
of hope
of dreams for better days
These are mean times
of greed
of lies
of working evil ways
They call us names
a bitch
a whore
a cunt that can't be quiet
They spread vile lies
to scare
to hurt
to incite us to riot
There was a day
we read
we talked
we wrote it in a letter
In these mean times
we try
we cry
we can't do any better
There comes a time
when words
when talk
when all is lost in noise
And in these hours
lost hope
lost love
lost people dreams destroy
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Added by H M Bascom on November 24, 2009 at 10:30am —
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In Pleasantville everything is . . . er, pleasant. Moms are home makers and caregivers. They cook and clean and smile a lot. Dads are the wage earners and rule makers. They wear slippers and smoke pipes while they read the newspaper. Everyone is nice and polite. Everything is clean. Everything is black and white. All is pleasant in Pleasantville.
Bud tries to fit in but Mary-Sue rebels against the oppressive pleasantness. Mary-Sue’s raucous behavior upsets just about everyone. When her unpleasa…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 22, 2009 at 11:00pm —
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Someone is on a mission
Scouring the Earth for evidence
To expose the human condition
Comes the dawn of a new age
When hearts and minds are free of bonds
To break through the Victorian cage
No one granted permission
To be abused for your leisure
Symbolic of murderous ambition
Comes the dawn of a new age
Where all people live equally
And no faces distorted by rage
Someone seeks validation
Searching for proof of our demise
Their future a vague apparition
Comes the dawn of a new age
When evil…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 20, 2009 at 11:16pm —
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The earth is flat
God hates everyone
Except his profit prophets
Who pontificate
About who God hates
And why He hates us
But God is love
And He will love you
If you hate what He hates
Self hate is God love
God is your enemy
The Enemy is salvation
God made is man made
Sol circles Terra
Terra is flat and hollow
Like their hearts
Filled with God's love
and God's hate
Enoch left for 300 years
He returned to teach
And in the end died too
Prophets for profit
God's profiteers
Hate-Love preachers
Hun…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 10, 2009 at 11:00am —
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As a kid growing up in the Appalachian Mountains in Eastern Kentucky, I didn’t have a lot of fancy things like hair ribbons and shiny shoes. There’s no need of such things when summer days are spent riding ponies and climbing trees. Shiny shoes soon become dull if worn while feeding the pigs or cleaning out the barn. Hair ribbons aren’t nearly as useful as a rubber band to hold long braids tightly. We kids had our “good” clothes for Church and funerals. Every Easter my sister and I got a new out…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 9, 2009 at 10:00pm —
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No doubt my friend you've heard some say
Be truthful all your live long days
Honesty the best policy
Let all your speech be untruth free
To tell the truth to all you meet
To every person on the street
To every member of your kin
To tell a lie you commit sin
Let's put this truth to the true test
And let's decide which truth is best
To tell the truth or say a lie
The truth to all we will apply
She asks "does this make me look fat?"
Her claws are ready like a cat
"Yes my lovely, you've gained so…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 9, 2009 at 1:00pm —
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Did you ever just sit
Alone in the park
Dead on a hard bench
In the sunlit dark
While all around you
People lived their lives
Walking and talking
Lying to you and to each other?
Do you find yourself
Alone in in the dark
With all the lights on
Sleeping wide awake
While all around you
People snore their lives away
Tossing and turning forward
Running backward
Driving ever onward
To nothing
And everything is all they want?
They have an odd smell
A strange appearance
You don't want to be like them
Yo…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 9, 2009 at 1:00am —
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Cheap imitations and phony real fakes
Lovely cream frosting on tasty shit cakes
Please help yourself to the bounteous delights
Stretching your vision to lofty new heights
People draw pictures and poems they still write
Thinking they make something new for our sight
For such is the world there is nothing new
The grass is still green the sky is still blue
Pictures of flowers and paintings of pain
Everything new is the same old again
Tortured prose written with droll pen and ink
Suicide poems tak…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 8, 2009 at 9:30pm —
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NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) is the rally cry by many Americans who oppose the opening of a homeless shelter, a food pantry, or a low income housing development. They don’t want all those poor people in their neighborhoods. I faced the NIMBY attitude daily when I served my community and my Country as a volunteer with AmeriCorps. It is astonishing just how much energy people can expend fighting against programs to help the poor and the homeless. What many A
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Added by H M Bascom on November 2, 2009 at 2:00pm —
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I met a man a maudlin dour fellow
Who threw out his line heavy with sorrow
The women lined up to feed from the bait
They told him he'd be happy tomorrow
The more he bemoaned his sad fate and wept
The greater his catch till in peace he slept
A wry smile on his lips thru the dark night
But when he woke he was still as inept
There was an artist though not very good
Became an art critic because she could
Her bitter failure taints every harsh word
Everyone left her alone where she stood
So she wen…
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Added by H M Bascom on October 28, 2009 at 11:30pm —
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The Devil’s in the details
underneath my bed
Lurking, lurching, licking, lapping at my head
The Devil’s in the cupboard
in my coffee cup
Sneaking, slinking, slipping, sucking it all up
The Devil’s in the closet
behind hanging coats
Telling, tripping, talking, taking mental notes
The Devil’s in the writing
reading between lines
Hoping, hating, helping, hoisting up the signs
The Devil’s in the bubble
holding a sharp pin
Poking, pinching, popping, prodding me to sin
The Devil’s in the laundry…
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Added by H M Bascom on October 28, 2009 at 1:08pm —
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All poets must die a little each day
Words like blood flowing sometimes spewing forth
Staining blank pages with sorrowful news
Love and filth combine with a broken heart
and tears
And then I die a little more today
My life poured on this gruesome page again
Talentless vultures wait to pick my bones
Watching with rheumy eye and dripping beaks
Hope and time mix with long forgotten dreams
and fears
And then I die a little more today
All poets must die a little each time
Pen scars the paper scrawl…
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Added by H M Bascom on October 27, 2009 at 9:18pm —
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