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Here Be Dragons? Well, Here Comes the Slayer!

3 Jan

I hope that you like this Shakespearean/English styled sonnet. It is about fighting back against bullies in the workplace. That is a topic that is very personal to me. I don’t like bullies and I don’t like folks to mess with my money. Can you dig that? Enjoy!

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“Here Be Dragons? Well, Here Comes the Slayer!”

© 2014 Tyrone Turner

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dred dragon slayer

Fire-breathing, ferocious and dangerous.
Evoking fear among sinners and saints.
Destroying lives of those who cause a fuss.
Making people too scared to file complaints.

The belly of the beast is where we dwell;
The foul stench and viscous slime all around.
Lamenting in the inferno of Hell.
Ignoring cries for help; we’re numb to sound.

The monster must die before we’re consumed.
A dagger to the heart; blows to the head.
With true words as your sword the fiend is doomed.
Karma craves justice and she must be fed.

Not apathetic or a naysayer
Here be dragons? Well, here comes the slayer!

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Who Watches the Watchmen?

12 Nov

Folks, the world is moving fast and a lot of us are not moving at all.

Lace-up, gear-up and let’s go or you’re going to get left behind.

Get involved with the economics and politics of your community, city, state, and our country; the United States of America.

I hope that you like this 11-part Triple Rhyme Poem and that it encourages you to make sure that we don’t allow our government of the people fall (further) into the hands of oligarchs.

Song titles, book titles, and film titles are hyper-linked to their audio or summary pages on GrooveShark.com, Amazon.com and IMDB.com.

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“Who Watches the Watchmen?”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? That is the question being posed.

Do you believe what they are telling you or are you being hosed?

The stories that they are telling us are some of the best lies ever composed.

I asked you how to came to your conclusion and you said, I Heard it Through the Grapevine.

Well then, beware of the sensationalized media as depicted in the film Bowling for Columbine.

The major news networks feed you all type of malarkey to keep your in line.

“Why do other countries hate us so? I just don’t understand.”

Well then, pick up John Perkins’s book entitled Confessions of an Economic Hitman.

You’ll then have your eyes opened and you will better understand

It is a crazy world we live in while trying to raise our sons and daughters.

So much dirt is done in the dark we don’t know which crimes are Haliburton’s or which are Blackwater’s.

Ring the Alarm because this is general quarters!

Vote in local elections and hold officials accountable.

Unchecked they will put us in a fix that is insurmountable.

It will take some effort but the yield will be bountiful.

Join your local civic organization and do your own research.

In order to be in the know, one must be like a hawk on its perch.

Sometimes one has to preach like a pastor in church.

Stop spending so much time on Facebook posting ‘selfies’ or gossiping about Mylie, Kanye, some other celebrity.

Get involved and do something as it is your civic duty.

Remember and live the words sung in My Country ‘Tis of Thee.

Our leaders are supposed to be watching out for us and helping us make a better life.

Why do we keep ending up in foreign wars, and suffer from sequestration and ridiculous political strife?

Average folks struggle while our leaders get Over Like a Fat Rat and their cupboards are rife.

Time is of the essence so we need to act now because the hour is ripe.

Some may say that if you think that you can make a difference you must be smoking a crack pipe.

If someone tells you that we can’t do it, Don’t Believe the Hype.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”…a famous quote by Margaret Meade.

Time to get up and go so go ahead and mount your steed.

Fight the Power and down with corporate greed!

If you let the status quo continue where would we be then?

We all would have been hoodwinked and that would lead to our despair and chagrin.

We have to wake up because if all of us are asleep, who watches the watchmen?

Always In Our Hearts

26 Aug

This 5-part triple rhyme poem is about death. Remember, when you do good works you never truly die. You will live on in the hearts of your loved ones, admirers, and your tangible works (books, poems, art, etc.). This poem is appropriate to be read at funerals. As is my custom, audio files to songs on GrooveShark.com linked where song titles appear.

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“Always In Our Hearts”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

The day you were born changed the course of history.
Now you have left us and you’re on that path shrouded in mystery.
Beloved, We Are Family and One Blood and you’re Another Part of Me.

We will always remember your smile and the melody of your laugh.
The way you taught us to hold up our heads even after we made a gaffe
and that life isn’t always predictable and at times things don’t add up like math.

A giant among ants and a bright Shining Star in the dark night sky.
This is more like a see you later because as believers, we know to Never Say Goodbye.
Your Love Will Always Be There and memories of you will never die.

We will share stories about you with the children and celebrate your life as you would want us to do.
You wouldn’t want us to be sad and stop living life to the fullest by crying all the time because Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue.
Like the P. Diddy and Faith sang about Biggie, I’ll Be Missing You.

Death is not about endings but rather it is about new starts.
Fallen but never forgotten as from among the world of the living your body departs.
We will remember and honor you because you’re with us in our memories and always in our hearts.

Practice What You Preach

23 Aug

This poem was inspired by recent conversations I’ve had with a few of my close friends.
It is not about religion-bashing. It is about people doing the right thing regardless of religious affiliation or no religious affiliation at all.

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“Practice What You Preach

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

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This poem is not
about religion, but its
about behavior.

Believe what you will.
The U.S.A. allows for
religious freedom.

As long as what you
believe promotes peace, love and
justice, go for it.

It is funny how
those that don’t claim religion
are often pious.

Pious in the sense
that they “do the right thing” no
matter what happens.

Inconvenience
matters not. Integrity
and peace of mind do.

Dishonest people
never rest. They must keep one
eye open at night.

Talking the talk is
easy. Walking the walk is
not. Be about it!

Yes, pray for people.
But doing something is what
is preferable.

What do people pray
for? For something to happen!
So, please do something!

While you are praying
for something to help oppressed
people, you do it!

Are you going to
be like Pilate and wash your
hands of your duty?

Will you be like that
man Judas and sell-out those
you know to be pure?

Take your religion
outside of the church, temple
and the masjid, please.

Are you a Christian?
Perhaps a Jew or Muslim?
Represent the faith.

You must stand on truth.
Rebuke lies and fight against
injustice and hate.

Faith is not enough.
Actions speak louder than words
or whispered prayers.

What would Jesus do?
So, if you’re his follower
what will you do, friend?

Moses left the glory
of Pharaoh’s court because he
refused to live lies.

Muhammad, like his
ancestor, Abraham, fought
the idolators.

What are you to do?
Well, it’s like Barry White said,
“Practice What You Preach.”

My Cosmic Momma

19 Jun

In this poem, I’m speaking like the true pantheist that I am.

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The brightness and heat from your smile stir me from my sleep.

You send fresh air and a gentle breeze to revive me.

Birds greet me with melodic song.

You give me fruit, grain, and meat to sustain me and provide cool, refreshing water and nectar to savor.

The sweet scent of flowers and the tantalizing feel of the falling rain are delightful.

The intense pleasure provided by a lover’s touch and warmth and taste of their kiss is a sensual gift.

As time marches on and seasons change, you remind me that death yields new birth.

Leaves brown and fall in autumn and bloom in the spring.

The pond freezes in the winter and serves as a parade ground for swans in the summer.

When the sun sets in the west, I look into the heavens and see the wondrous heavenly bodies.

Stars that are so brightly lit and at times depict various shapes like dippers.

I am in awe of your majesty.

I revel in your glory and I am humbled by my realization that I’m a small droplet of dew on a blade of grass on the fecund, infinite field of the universe.

All that lives is connected by our common ancestor — you.

I look forward to each new day as it reveals another act in life’s continuous drama.

I bear witness that I will always love and protect you, my cosmic momma.

Is It REALLY Real?

2 Jun

I was chatting with a good friend the other day about how people don’t critically analyze or think about things before they say something or take action. This 17-part haiku chain is my advice in poem about how to use the scientific method to figure things out.

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Don’t preach what you think.
Only preach about what is known.
All else is guessing.

Do not confuse what
you are told by others with
actual facts, friend.

Human history
is composed of five parts. You
need all five for sure.

If you are missing
one or more element, you
cannot erase doubt.

PEOPLE are the first
ingredient. Specific
names and titles, please.

Next comes DATES. When did
this person live? During what
period of time?

What happened? Was there
some notable EVENTS? Why
is it important?

Where was this? What PLACES?
The milieu can help put things
in proper context.

Where’s the EVIDENCE?
Without evidence, there can
be no argument.

Perhaps you’ll provide
documentation, portraits,
or a photograph.

Ancient artifacts?
Audio recordings or
video footage?

If you claim a thing
to be the truth, make sure
to present your proof.

These are the rules of
evidence. All you have to
do is be a child.

“A child shall lead them.”
“You must be born again.” Be
curious. Inquire.

Ask questions like What?
Who? Where When? Why?
and How? That’s
how to get answers.

Be critical in
thinking and analysis.
Don’t go on blind faith.

Research your subject.
Due diligence let’s you know.
Is it REALLY real?

Sandy, you wiped me out

13 Nov

This is a 10-part triple rhyme poem that I wrote in reference to the infamous Hurricane Sandy.

This storm displaced me and my family from our home.

I hyperlinked song titles to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Things could have been worse for me. Make sure that if you’re a homeowner, you have flood insurance. If you’re a renter, get renter’s insurance.

Let me know what you think about this poem.

Thank you.

“Sandy, You Wiped Me Out”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

‘S’ is for the shock I felt when I first learned how furious your wrath was and how my home may have been immersed by the surge.

‘A’ is for the anxiety I felt while I went to check on my apartment and what I saw almost caused my bowels to purge.

‘N’ is for the nausea that overcame me when I smelled the foul stench of rotting food and salt water-drenched furniture made and it put me on the verge.

The verge of throwing up and crying.

My heart sank and I felt like I was dying.

Some say, “Keep your head-up,” but when you’re going through something like this yourself, it isn’t what you’re interested in buying.

‘D’ is for the depression that started to set into my mind because I felt like I was in Hell.

‘Y’ is for the loud scream I let out as it was a painful, frightful yell.

These are lyrics to a sad song that I propel.

It is a sad thing when your life is drenched and placed on the sidewalk for the whole world to see.

This was something that has happened to other people but I never thought it would happen to me.

It is a humbling experience and will put the proudest person on bended knee.

The goddess, Yansan, is the orisha of winds, hurricanes and tempests all of which are devastating and can cause you bumps, bruises and dings.

Don’t attach yourself to material items and fickle concerns because they are at best fleeting things.

Flood waters can make a pauper out of queens and out of kings.

Even though I lost virtually everything I still have my health.

My extended family opened their arms and embraced me to let me know that I’m not by myself.

Some close friends have also said to me, “Brother, you know we be like Monopoly, because if I got it, you got it because we always have shared the wealth.”

When you’re going through something you really get to know who your friends are.

Words are just words but your actions is what takes you far.

Do the right thing by remembering that “a friend in need is a friend indeed” and it can make you shine like a star.

Going from “classy to ashy” in the course of a few hours.

We must remember to never fool with Mother Nature because of her awesome powers.

Your world can come Tumblin Down like the twin towers.

The Sensational Nightingales sang It’s Gonna Rain, but I didn’t think it would affect me.

I thought I would be spared in my little cozy home by the sea.

I just couldn’t imagine that I would be a casualty of the greatest flood in NYC’s history.

You can have it all today with a lot material wealth, fame and clout.

Anything can happen to me or you and in this I have no doubt.

I know this first-hand because Sandy, you wiped me out.