Posted in November 2011

Finding God

“Take it”, She said, every last bit must be taken
Even the slightest morsel must go.
She holds on; floating on a log in the middle of the ocean…
The wind is at her back today, but the sun is in her eyes
She turns – the glare is gone only to find the wind in her face.

 “Give it”,  He said, all must be handed over.
Like so many times before – she thought she had?
She finds comfort with the sun out of her eyes, but the wind pushes her back
Don’t know to where – nothing but blue in the distance
It’s all the same – she takes some comfort.

“Keep it”,  She said, she can hang on longer and tighter.
She is strong – she has made it this far, she has a plan
She covers from the parching sun and decides to go with the wind
With her eyes wide open – she looks for what’s ahead
A beautiful blue – all around her…

“Throw it”, He said, it all must go – fast!
Why in such a rush – she has hung on this long?
The mid-day sun is approaching, the wind is picking up
She prepares for a tighter grasp – she can beat the elements
Her head is convinced, her Heart thinks it’s a joke.

Go with it, She felt, what is there to lose?
Don’t know where she’s going – but she can trust it’s good
The sun is at her back, the wind carries her along
She hangs on to the log; rests and enjoys the ride
She bathes in the blue all around her…

“Let it Go”,  He said, “It is time.”
“Your Heart will carry the weight of your head
Your Fate will lead your body and breath
Embrace the sun, wind and waves –
They will take you home.”

                                                         Jackie McSween, Sept 13/09 

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The Hawk Kitchen

This is coming to You
from a spiral bound page
in regular ballpoint.
My Silver Pen
is kept Upstairs.

 This is My Assignment:
I found My Voice Today –
it is not a regular voice.
It has demonstrated
and will demonstrate
My Capacity to Chant, to Move
to ruffle & unruffle its Hearers.
I can & do stand
as Precentor of The Billions
as Chanteuse of The New Age
This Age of Silver:
Swirling Strata of Our Development
here on Earth
where We have nothing left
to follow but Our Selves –
to know if We are ashamed

Joanna Hyde
November 25th 2011

 
the poem was 
inspired by listening to the video of the UC DAVIS pepper spray and 
having you ASK for something.

Joanna
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The Helper’s Cry

I reach out my hand
you get in my way
I find my way around you
My hand is taken
I feel strong
The brave one who takes my hand
Feels strong

and you

you get in my way again
you get in their way
Whether it is
The
Unhealthy
Unemployed
Uneducated
Or a
Child
you get in our way -
with your false acknowledgements
for those who stay in the box
you pump them up
just enough to keep them from wanting
with your clever experiments
of finding the point of control

Whether I am
The
Healthy
Employed
Educated
Or a
Child
You cannot break me
As
I will find others who will take my Hand.

By Jackie McSween, Laid-off Employment Counsellor

                                2011

 

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Self Organizing Galaxy

The Self Organizing Galaxy was a temporary art exhibit on a lower World Trade Centre building done by Joanna Hyde in 1984. She was a young artist at the time and had just graduated from Cooper Union when she completed the project. It is a relevant and truly amazing piece of Art.  I have watched this video several times and I am in AWE of the dedication, skill and insight of Joanna as an Artist. What an accomplishment this is.

“One Woman’s Effort”
Photograph by: An Anonymous Port Authority Photographer

 

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Going to Zuccotti Park

Flying on the corporate dime
Still trying to right a wrong
Eye focused on God’s time
Still believe in song

Playing their game
Side-stepping the slime
We all position for blame
A year after the crime

Going back to New York City
To start spreadin’ the news 1
Ooooo, isn’t it a pity 2
That we all gotta choose?

Sunday into LaGuardia
Midtown hotel
You try rhyming LaGuardia!
Subway to where capitalism fell

See some real heroes
Request Woody & Bob
Look at the columns of the Neros
And feel the pulse of the mob

Yeah, I’m going to Zuccotti
To see what I can see
Sip a hot-totty
Dance like a Cree

O.G. Hawkins

1 – Frank Sinatra
2 – Trooper

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The Fire in My Heart

Fire fire – burning bright in my soul
At peace; not yet, stuck in this bowl
Put in my hand, speed up the pace
To find this only – brings in disgrace.

 Fire fire – a never ending flame
Run like the beast, but feel the same
Mind and body to a place of peace
To stay – not now, lest I decease.

 Fire fire – to escape in flight
To sleep, not I, the long dark night
Guard but what, a mother in the wild
Awake at dawn to yearn beguiled.

 Fire fire – the gift of life and love
Passion it burns, yet innocent of –
Nothing is right nor is it wrong
Breath so splendour, I must belong.

                                             Jackie Blair McSween, December 7,2008

Watercolour
By Jackie Blair McSween

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1st Diagnosis

A  doctor he says “it’s a definite case”

D  iagnosis confirmed, meds in my face

H  eredity for sure, do two for one

D  rug companies love him, the deal is done

A  ctive young boys, they just need to behave

D  ad and Mom too busy, no time to save

H  elp help they cry, all we need are some rules

D  inner again, processed food is for mules

A  dditives the cause, there can be a cure

D  ive into video games, calming for sure

H  old on it’s the schools, and they just can’t cope

D  idn’t I sell you, just fill them with dope.

                Oh did I repeat myself?

                                                                                Jackie Blair McSween, May 3, 2008

All That I Want

By Murdoch William Blair McSween

For Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald

 Out of The Remains
of My Mother’s Attic
Out of The Remains
of My Last Half-a-Century
I have salvaged
The Fullness of My Feminine Form
My Ballerina Doll
bought for Me by My Grandmother
after I begged & begged
for a tubby mechanical blond
I watched over & over
in a television Christmas ad
twirling madly in a Little Girl’s Fantasy

 My Grandmother from Alabama took Me
into New York City
to pick any doll I wanted
when there stood only one Ballerina
on the shelves & shelves –
I took Her –
staring distant and blue eyed
with red haired curls elaborately styled
She was the most beautiful Doll
I had ever Touched
She was My Ornament Extraordinaire
never to be played with
never to be named

 She is still dressed like a Degas Ballerina
with Black Ribbon Around Her Neck
sparkles on Her Tutu
She stands stiff and tall
on My Painted Doll Dresser
Not To Be Played With
still nameless
She Is My Real Doll

                                 Joanna Hyde
                                 November 19th 2011  The Hawk

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