Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Richard Gartee
Fahredin Shehu
Steve Barfield
Silvia Scheibli
Laszlo Slomovitz
Shutta Crum
Running Cub
Sodiq O. Alabi
Stephen Sleboda
Alan Britt
Aneek Chatterjee
John Grey
Michael Lee Johnson
Robert Nisbet
Jennifer Burd
Alica Mathias
Roo Bardookie
Gale Acuff
Alex Ferde
Fred Wolven

 

 


Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2022 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 52 years all together....

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10 Maze of Life or Death Haikus (island style )

 #1 Buy, sell, or succumb to

      Maze with no exit
      Unless, you go inward

#2  Water: for sale Air: for sale
       Food: for sale if we weren’t pretending we had a shortage

#3  Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
      Life: no-biggest military                   

     Liberty: no-covid manipulated
     Career: no-free $-stagnate-die

#4  Education system rigged
      Poor options:incarceration, military NCO, homelessness, mental health system Rich options                 private school, good ‘hood (with security guards & coded gates),family endowments, buildings named after, military officer

 Dark Ideas

If you do good, nothing dark clothed and evil can descend upon you

Black wings: outstretched and enveloping
For that matter, the more good I do in this world-the better I should feel
Lies, lies, lies in my life
As I prep to take care of them at a Christian school, as I get ready to wade again into this
damned hero’s journey for the special kids who need a special teacher

My brain is fooling me again, as heaven is shining I see hell’s fire burning---
They see and say love---but my brain blows bazookas in the peaceful hutsThe Navy seal says: “Embrace the suck!”

If I don’t get out of this whirlpool dragging me down to a made up watery-wicked grave---the

only sucking sound will be me going down a hellish drain----

Maze with no exit
Unless, you go inward
#2 Water: for sale
     Air: for sale

     Food: for sale if we weren’t pretending we had a shortage

# 3 Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
Life: no-biggest military
Liberty: no-covid manipulated
Career: no-free $-stagnate-die

#4 Education system rigged
Poor options: incarceration, military NCO, homelessness, mental health system
Rich options: private school, good ‘hood (with security guards & coded gates),
family endowments, buildings named after, military officer

 

Dark Ideas

If you do good, nothing dark clothed and evil can descend upon you

Black wings: outstretched and envelopingFor that matter, the more good I do in this world-the better I should feel

Lies, lies, lies in my life

As I prep to take care of them at a Christian school, as I get ready to wade again into this

damned hero’s journey for the special kids who need a special teacher

My brain is fooling me again, as heaven is shining I see hell’s fire burning---

They see and say love---but my brain blows bazookas in the peaceful huts

The Navy seal says: “Embrace the suck!”

If I don’t get out of this whirlpool dragging me down to a made up watery-wicked grave---the

only sucking sound will be me going down a hellish drain----

Or, so I thought

My version of a decent person, and your version of a decent person

Vary in that I must fight my demons, my whole fuckin’ life from 0 to 60

From God-awful nightmares as a boy, to night terrors now as an old man

                

                I go to help and I have to speak, I have to lead, I have to coach and bleed

But, here I am-island folk making fun of me--when I try to help, only help

Chances are, they are not laughing, they certainly are not crying---they are just being

I take it personally I assume I keep my word I do my best

It eats me up like a grizzly bear going into his bernation

I’ll do the right thing, but I may bleed out-a ghost in a pool of blood---flowing out of a

good heart

 

Roo Bardookie, Hawaii, USA

 

   


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