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writelikefools2021 · 14 days ago
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Horsey Haikus - Joe Gallenstein - day 30
April gives way to May – horses graze on grass and Nibble on their hay
Young foals stretch their strides Testing new riders strength and Building partners’ bonds
Derby soon will come Igniting triple crown dreams And mucking more stalls
Glitz and glam cover Up the waste and poverty The derby surrounds
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writelikefools2021 · 15 days ago
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Puppy Days of Spring - Joe Gallenstein - day 29
Red Buds blooming mean that Spring has Sprung Spry and wet like a puppy from a fresh dip From the nearest creek bed.
But now the buds have given way to green leaves Spring is maturing to its more well-known verdant self Perhaps less colorful, but still vibrant And also deeper and full
Just as a dog grows and still longs to play A puppy in a full body Begging you to go outside
Soon it will be time to play Summer catch And better yet – take Summer naps! Fun in the sun and to sleep by the trees
The dog days will soon be here Long and hot days joined by humid nights The perfect time for an evening walk with your dog Basking in the warm moonlight.
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writelikefools2021 · 16 days ago
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History and Home - Joe Gallenstein - day 28
History and home are complicated Because the people who made it are too History and places filled with stories Passed down from the past to you
German-American neighborhood markers change Brevet Bavaria’s Bremen Boulevard became Pershing Plaza to put people in their proper place
As Brevet Bavaria becomes Mini-Mexico Pershing still stands tall But most visitors don’t notice him at all
The names of places reflect who we are And who we want to be As well as what outsiders seem to see
Communities named for displaces peoples Tacit acknowledgement of genocide That our history books too often try to hide
Or to systems that persisted too long Lasting long after we had accepted they were morally wrong Calling new residencies Indian Acres or Plantation Pointe
Statues of slavers sit in some communities That they never called home A celebration of courage and heritage To protect property, profit, and hate
Celebrations for those who sought To disunite the states Slavers whose confederacy for which they fought Aimed to cement white supremacy
And over there sits a googly-eyed general Protected on private property To prevent the forward march of progress From fully dismantling his legacy
That statues of people we erect Shows who we are and want to be Preserved in shameful posterity
History and home are complicated Because the people who made it are too History and places filled with stories Passed down from the past to you
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writelikefools2021 · 18 days ago
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Domestic Life - Joe Gallenstein - day 26
Bathtime looms at 8 pm and then Time to put the kids to bed
After bedtime it’s time to chore Domestic life is such a bore
Laundry, dishes, trash and more … did I just hear a child at the door?
Another round of medicine, Bedtime stories and good night kisses
I guess domestic life ain’t so bad For this middle aged Dad
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writelikefools2021 · 21 days ago
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I Can Breathe - Joe Gallenstein - day 23
I let out a sigh A statement of relief I can breathe
But I always could I walk around owning my privilege Practically nothing will hurt me
I take a breath And let it out I can breathe
But so many of my neighbors still can’t And never will the same way I do Breathing in air both fresh and free
Another sigh An expression of bewilderment I can breathe
But so many can’t. Dirty air can poison us In our homes or on our streets
Our failure to police industries Or latent bigotry found in too many of our police Make it harder and harder for our neighbors to feel free Much less feel comfortable enough to really breathe
Tone deaf marketing Political pandering Shouting I can breathe
Shallow breaths Shallow thoughts Shallow hearts
I let out a sight A statement of disbelief But I can breathe
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writelikefools2021 · 23 days ago
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Relief and Sadness, Too - Joe Gallenstein - day 21
On the day they convicted George Floyd’s killer I was filled not just with relief But with sadness, too
Derek Chauvin found accountability But we didn’t find justice, nor peace Just a small step forward in how we talk about police
Prepped and primed for them to acuit (or at least fail to convict) We remember those we lost, like Sam DuBose
On the day they convicted George Floyd’s killer I was filled with relief But with sadness, too
That evening we heard of another child Taken from her family And left with a hashtag as her legacy
Her name was Ma’Khia Bryant Killed in Columbus An hour before the verdict was announced
5 days before we lost another Black man Tased and shot near a hospital bed Mr Jackson, just Miles from where Ms. Bryant was shot dead
On the day they convicted George Floyd’s killer I was filled not just with relief But with sadness, too
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writelikefools2021 · 25 days ago
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Cicada Symphony #2 - Joe Gallenstein - day 20
Cicada songs emerge in Spring But it don’t mean a thing If it ain’t that swing
The tire swing Or front porch swing Or a swing for the fences
Summer is in bloom But the cicadas sound Drowns out everything else
Early Summers sounds Of frogs, baseball, basketball, and cicadas create a cacophony that fills the air.
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writelikefools2021 · 25 days ago
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Hillbilly Heroines - Joe Gallenstein - day 19
We need more stories about Hillbilly Heroines And less about hillbilly heroin Less about OxyContin And more about your Aunt Lynne
We need more stories about the fight to stay Those who are in the fray Doing the work to build true community By showing the failures of the narrative hegemony
A region simplified to stereotypes Caricatures and archetypes Erasing its diversity And ignoring its natural beauty
More than moonbows and moonshine More than stories told through music and rhyme More than cornbread and mashed potatoes More than green beans and tomatoes
We need more stories about Mamaws and Memaws About Grannies and Nannies Doing all they can to make sure that our tomorrows Are promised to brighter days
We need stories about Moms and Sisters Big cousins too The ones who taught us right from wrong And showed us what to do
What is it that gives your Aunt Lynne the strength to fight? What gives her the strength enough to stay? When the media continues to tell her It’s past time to move away?
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writelikefools2021 · 27 days ago
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Cicada Symphony #1 - Joe Gallenstein - day 18
Cicadas emerge slowly in late Spring, Singing at first slowly, Almost sweetly and sporadically
And then the cicada’s voices crescendo, As their chirps grow as big and diverse as a symphony, They create a new and deafening cacophony
Though slowly as summer’s temperatures rise, The sounds of cicada’s voices dies, Fading by July into their soft Summer slumber
Seventeen more years until these cicada’s children, Will emerge to sing their early Summer songs, Again celebrating with a new chirping melody
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writelikefools2021 · 27 days ago
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Healthy At Home - Joe Gallenstein - day 17
Healthy at home is Not possible when your home Is someone’s income
It is not your home When your income won’t stop the Eviction notice
Healthy at home is Not possible when police Do not protect you
Is it still your home When officers can enter Without knocking first?
Healthy at home is Not possible when your street Now tastes like plastic
Is it still a home When you can’t repeatedly Stop breathing poison?
Healthy at home is Only possible when dreams And promises meet
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writelikefools2021 · 28 days ago
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Simpler Times - Joe Gallenstein - day 16
Don’t we all miss simpler times? Riding on your Papaw’s wagon With an RC™ and a Moon Pie®
Going out to eat with your parents Visiting Skyline® and getting a Pepsi™ To bring in the weekend
Sneaking into the snack drawer at Mamaw’s With all of your favorite Hostess® treats… Zebra Cakes™, Ho Ho’s®, and Oatmeal Crème Pies™ … or did those come from Little Debbie®?
The American Dream™ is bought and sold With nostalgia alongside a Coca-Cola®
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writelikefools2021 · 29 days ago
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Ode to Appalachian Women - Joe Gallenstein - day 15
Media is filled with Appalachian women But they hardly look like the ones I know Women who only know to submit themselves to men And not to fight for what they believe in
Rarely do we see anymore the stories Of the woman known as the Widow Combs Who stopped the company men from strippling her land And doing all she could to protect her home
We never hear about the petticoat mafia A group of women in a former mining town Who did all they could To turn their communities fortunes around
My Mamaw nor my Nanny resembled anything you’d see In pieces that fawn over JD’s ‘memoir’ Titled Hillbilly Elegy
Our experiences aren’t that different Summers spent in the foothills of Kentucky Where we’d go back home to subdivisions In the suburbs that surround Cincinnati
A future of possibility exists Because of the love that binds Because of the leadership that persists Of the women who live to fight
Fight for their dreams No matter how impossible it seems Fight for their family Even when it meant moving away
This is my ode to Appalachian women Whose strength we’ve too often diminished The Mamaws and Mamas Sisters and friends Who know how to dream And know to dream big
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Nostalgia - Joe Gallenstein - day 14
Nostalgia creeps in Spreading across the walls of your mind Tinting the past in rose And covering up the cracks that were left behind
Imagine something simple From the everyday and mundane Time and memories fade most of the colors But somehow the shine will remain
Hungry meals turn into feasts Raises into big promotions Middle managers became company men Just outside of the C-level decisions
The struggling neighbors ended up ok Or you never heard from them again The power went out was an adventure Not because you were ‘less fortunate’
We remember people helped each other But forgot the judgement and the shame The pain that came from asking your friends or family Again and again
The past is always covered in a rose colored tint But the tin is always cheap And rusted If you look too closely at it.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Justice For Who - Joe Gallenstein - day 13
What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now! But not for Timothy Thomas Or Trayvon Martin
Not for Breonna, Or Mr. McAttee It’s too late for them We need justice for you and me
What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now! Justice for their families And the others they left behind
Derek Chauvin isn’t the only one on trial An entire way of thinking should be We paid him to be there as he bent his knee And caused the state to be responsible for another burial
What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now! Justice that brings peace Flowing like a river
White supremacists stand around gather Drowning out the voices of the hurting Yelling out White Lives Matter Vandalizing our streets under cover of the dark
What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now! It comes when we stand together To build a world that can be better
We stand together to build our power Witness and share our grief and anger To build a place where we grow justice That really includes all of us
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Stan's Poem - Joe Gallenstein - day 12
Stan was a man Named for one side of the Golden Gate Bridge But his heart’s destination was on the other side Of the incoming tide
His last name may have been Francisco But he lived in Oakland Where he felt freer Where people felt more real
Business as a private-eye had been slow So he decided to try to sling some Joe Besides, being a barista is a great way To hear about goings on around the Bay
The cafe was often open late People at this time enjoyed their coffees different ways - Irish, Scottish, Tennessee, and Kentucky Evening crowds preferred this to lattes.
In walked trouble Looking at Sam in a way he hadn’t been looked at in years Oh, in all the coffee shops in all the word… She had to walk into here.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Sit in the Car - Joe Gallenstein - day 11
Sometimes you just need to sit in the car And cry No need to think about where you are Or to ask yourself ‘why’
We are living in a Panini Press Waiting to know if we’ve bee Steak-Umm Blessed We’ve been augmenting our lives online so long The wonders outside are long forgotten
Until it was taken from us In an unholy pandemic Exacerbated by hate and greed and fear Making it hard for others to come near
We don’t approach anyone we don’t trusts or know Asking ourselves if they believe reality? Do they know what surrounds us? And if we do, how do we make it show?
They sat it’s the end stage of the panorama I’m beyond ready for vacations and vaccinations But as a fourth surge emerges Maybe I’ll just sit in the car and cry
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Basketball - Joe Gallenstein - day 10
A basketball laying in the grass Is the promise of what’s to come Summertime games in the park Hours of one on one
I remember waking up to the sounds Of kids dribbling on the sidewalk Playing pickup games in the street With the court outlined in chalk
21 Horse 3 on 3 All are some of my favorite memories
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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7 Haikus - Joe Gallenstein - day 8
To build a home here Or to return where they left A refugees choice
New American Settlers seeking refuge Turned away by greed
What are we today If we quit dreaming that America can
Can go to the moon Can fight the pandemics that We have created
Racism and the Dollar imperialism we have perfected
Gifts with strings that we Always have attached so that We look like good guys
Drug tests don’t screen for Trauma that we helped create Or make people safe
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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For Her - Joe Gallenstein - day 7
She said she never understood my poetry Because the words were too flowery It was hard to figure out what I was trying to say Though she felt poetry was meant to be that way
But isn’t poetry supposed to be real? It’s supposed to make you feel
Anger          Inspired   Sorrow               Hopeful Alone           Joy Thoughtless         Thoughtful
Talking around the issues won’t get me where I want to go I need to make clear what it is I want you to know
The world is filled with pain and agony And so am I But for her love my world moves on Filled also with radiance and beauty
The world may rage inside the storm But with her I find peace In the moments we spend together My life is given a new lease
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Ferengi Sonnets Pt 1 and Pt 2 - Joe Gallenstein - day 6
Part 1
It is a truth that is universal That when a Ferengi looks for a wife He is looking for a spouse To not just care for his physical house But that expands his opportunities for Latinum Someone that helps his fortune reach its maximum
But misfortune comes to the Ferengi who ignores women For the future is on its way It won’t be long before Ferengi ladies will have their say A male heir to the fortune was once a businessman’s goal But what about if the son’s enterprise was hopeless? Any child could be talented, or even taught, in the ways of business Why would forward looking figures look away And the emerging power of women is here to stay
Part 2
Because courting you is a dangerous game For my heart is my most valuable possession And Rule Zero of The Rules of Acquisition state That If Grand Nagus tells us it must be so And Rule Two makes clear that Money is Everything So you must be money made flesh For to me you now are everything.
Rule One says Once You Have Their Money You Never Give it Back Your heart is the fortune That I have spent my life searching Rule Ten says Greed is Eternal And so we come to my proposal Will you do business with me for all our tomorrows?
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