Brief Dreams

featured in the poetry forum November 21, 2016  :: 0 comments

In the intermittent struggle
between capital and labor
that started in the caves,
or even earlier,
the wealthy usually triumphed,
or when briefly toppled,
wangled their way
by any means necessary,
until once again they directed
the destiny of mankind.

Jacquerie, rebellion,
revolution, all resulted in masters,
new or old,
well-disguised puppets,
dancing,
as they made the people dance
to celebratory tunes
applauding riches.

editors note:

The toppers love it best when viewed from the bottom; the more viewers there, the better. (This is one of Gary’s latest, included with his new collection, Fault Lines. You can get copies of it here. Congrats, Gary Beck!) – mh clay

Same Old

featured in the poetry forum May 30, 2016  :: 0 comments

When election year arrives
presidential contenders
have already worked hard
telling us what we want to hear,
however unrealistic.
Once ensconced in office
promises are forgotten
while the burden of problems
generates excuses.

editors note:

Surprised? So much we promise ourselves is lost to our own excuses; why would we expect any difference from them? – mh clay

Dire Prediction

featured in the poetry forum July 24, 2015  :: 1 comment

Service men and women,
firefighters,
police officers,
military,
other functionaries
vital to society
insufficiently appreciated
by bloated consumers
frequently sheltered
from traumas of life.
Now that we are removing
the capable blue-collar class,
outsourcing jobs abroad
complementing the flight of capital,
the growth of servitude jobs
does not inspire confidence
that we will retain
men and women
who will walk through fire, bullets, blood,
to protect us.

editors note:

Prediction or prophecy? – mh clay

The Nature of Cities VIII

featured in the poetry forum September 23, 2014  :: 0 comments

Mass transportation,
vital connection
allows workers
to reach the privileged,
disruptively halts,
frequently slows,
preventing delivery
of goods, services,
necessary to all
who share environments.

Flawed urban planning
lack of foresight
left cities dependent
on rapid transit.
rarely rapid,
often interrupted
by delayed subways,
street congestion,
unregulated autos,
poor traffic control,
conditions conspiring
to shatter efficiency.

editors note:

Urban renewal. The ants serve the mound. Concrete is king! – mh

Trace of Life

March 28, 2013  :: 0 comments

I do not rise.
I do not fall.
Am nourished
artificially,
tubular feeding
on I know not what,
chemicals in,
waste out,
hint of sentience
flickering eyes
responsive to tv,
courtesy of
kindless sponsors.

Withdrawal Symptoms

featured in the poetry forum March 28, 2013  :: 0 comments

Jane Doe works at home,
consumer research,
uses the computer
for virtually everything.
Pays rent on-line,
talks to friends on-line,
orders meals on-line,
has sex on-line.
Jane Doe’s life
is the future,
unless we lose
our power supply.

editors note:

This ensures the propogation of the race; our cyber children, all those cute little ones and zeros. – mh

Depredation

featured in the poetry forum January 11, 2012  :: 0 comments

The works of man, o builders,
are smothering our planet,
suffocating the surface
with endless coats of concrete,
denying respiration,
yet expecting survival.
Toxins pollute the land,
poison the air,
sterilize the seas.
Those who care,
hoping our children
will have a future,
bravely raise their voices,
but are thoroughly stifled
by the confusing clamor
broadcasted daily
by the servants of profit
to distract us from tomorrows.

editors note:

We thought we heard something here, but the TV was loud and there was a commercial about something we want. Now we’ve forgotten both, damn! – mh

Child Soldiers Demobilized

featured in the poetry forum November 16, 2010  :: 0 comments

Hundreds of child soldiers
in eastern Congo’s war
recently returned home,
often to the village
where they killed and pillaged.
Some were forced to leave
by threats of vengeance.
Others were ostracized
by their own families.
Some who were welcomed home
beat their heads against the wall
until they were tranquilized.
Others remained mute for days,
eyes darting back and forth
like frightened animals.
These children were kidnapped,
used by the rebels
as fighters, laborers
often as sex slaves,
manipulated victims,
now only fit for war,
or mental institutions.

Abandoned

featured in the poetry forum July 3, 2010  :: 0 comments

Abandoned in the desert
I dream rescues,
while smiting the sand
strips the shimmering flesh
from my rejected bones.
Where is the guide?
Wagon master of the soul’s journey
fording rivers,
repelling ambushes,
then leaving me behind,
a companion to the voyage
who turned the wheel
harder than anyone,
but questioned the road.

This Good Life

featured in the poetry forum June 14, 2009  :: 0 comments

What is the hunger of water-falls
for little men in tiny boats,
flirting with alluring whirlpools,
who lie on crowded Sunday beaches
dreaming of vacations in the winter,
burdened by cameras that seek
Palm Beach condos,
Fort Lauderdale motels,
Miami hotels.
The tourists sleep late, swim,
drive on across an aging land,
veined with highways of destruction,
submerged with cities of corrosion,
skeletoned by crumbling towns and farms,
and always arteries of roads, roads, roads,
coursing its people like blood
through a diseased body,
until one day
the price of oil
ends our way.

 

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“This Good Life” is from Gary Beck’s new poetry book “Days of Destruction.”
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