eversince my childhood I have known Uncle Sam he's from the RICH western country that isn't so warm 'thought then that there, everywhere there was snow and that the United States was the only country where apples grow as a child I was told it's the land of milk and honey where jobs are nice that give people lots of money the people are lovely, with golden heads of hair believe me when I see one, I can't help but stare blue eyes, I tell you, they look like blue crystal their skin, white and creamy, just like alabaster the men are handsome, dashing debonaires, so tall the women are pretty, as pretty as a doll they speak the king's language, they speak with authority they sing with the same voice, so lovely and pretty my young heart was smitten, I said, "one day, I will be... among these lovely people when I cross the big sea" but my dream died an early death, it was nipped at the bud the given name I was christened with, registered wrong, that was sad someone said my misspelled name, won't get me a passport, too bad my young mind believed, instantly killed the American dream I had. years went by so quickly, my American dream was replaced in my own country, I'll create my niche and rightful place I stopped dreaming the dream, for it, I had no time and space 'started feeling patriotic, an American dream is a disgrace. little did I know that later in life things will change human life, as we all know, sometimes takes a turn that's strange ahhh mid-life crisis my life changed its course a life-changing event, turned out to be a blessing, not a curse My American dream is back, but not so much for the money neither for the opportunity to live in a snowy country a brave shot at happiness, with the love of my life A tall order I know, but without hope, what is life?
LIFE IS like a game of tic-tac-toe choose your lot, be an X, or be an O the object of the game, of course you know score a straight line, make it so!
be sharp, be wary, look for that opening the opportunities are not always showing but look closely, there is always something vertical, diagonal, go for that win!
when life has given you two O's or two X's it is up to you to do the hard presses Don't wait too long, the opponent also wishes if you are not quick, your two X's will become misses.
this poem was created in reaction to a photographer's seeming distaste for my "borrowing" one of his photos from his collection-- I wrote the poem, used the photo, posted in my blog and wrote a comment in his to let him know I borrowed it . He was apparently displeased. The owner's handle in that site is miteehigh -- thus I titled this poem, the high and the mighty
a mountain created from out of a molehill; something unexpected I am confused, still.
an innocent attempt to create poetry; was viewed with contempt made some people angry.
i didn't delay i listened to social conscience; put down the picture the poem, they say, is the essence
a part of my brain could never understand; that part of others' brains that saw it as illegal, in their parlance
shall I call it arrogance? protectiveness out of place; I gave myself solace if it were me, I'd accept, with grace
was it, on my part, an act of stupidity? to use people's online stuff, to create simple poetry?
I value my work of art just like anybody; from now on I will stay away from the high and the mighty.
