Saturday, August 19, 2017


If one was well enough to do everything one needed to do, to get relief one sought,
then one wouldn’t need the help he needs in the first place, would he?
Life is Catch 22 of the universe
He said, “I don’t understand why you insist on helping him,”
“I want to,” I said, “It’s a feeling I have and want to.
What difference does it make to you?”
While we waste time on bullshit,
Epiphany strikes suddenly, a new sight, an oversight
The answer to the question to make evil disappear
warnings served years ago come into play with global warming
Ignoring criticism about forefathers back in the day of humanity
Helps me glimpse the truth that we’ll never get away
Now technology makes it impossible to hide away
Know our religion, know when we pray
Tracked by GPS, our cell phones, credit cards tracked, petition signing
Usage tallied and compiled daily
Threats to control humanity
Spread the word today
Trickle down abuse flourishes

Foster peace in a world of abuse
Propagate hope, knowledge widens the scope,
Many see trickle down abuse encompassing earth
Come see, you know whom I mean!
They ~ the big they, you know who they are,
They will not give us back this glorious great land.
They fight for coin and silver.
Slowly we go to slaughter, 
Like pigs, goats and cows,
We kill ourselves in their sham.
Forced to pay more than our share of taxes
It’s only paper you know, 
No more gold in Fort Knox.

All the gold owned privately
Who's in charge of our government?
Symbols lurk every place you see
Small, insidious, devious concerns surround us, 
Controlled by society, daily news, 
TV, our jobs families, forget our conscience
Our desires prevent our seeing
Facebook and twitter rule you can’t see
Enough to spin your head, dizzy,

Can’t comprehend why Facebook
Warns you not to add more friends,
You can only add so many each night
Isn’t adding friends a boon to Facebook?
Every day it becomes more difficult
to understand the world I’m living in

They are not going to give our land back
If we don’t fight for our rights,
if we don’t take earth back from the usurpers
who have stolen our planet,
We can’t inherit the earth by common assent,
agree our land is not sold for gold,
this land is god’s gift,
is not ours to give or buy,
but to love and care for 
like we do our children …

This land is your land,
This land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

Thursday, August 03, 2017

Review by author, publisher, poet, writer, and musician, Thomas Hubbard

Book review by Thomas Hubbard
Tupelo Honey & other tales, by Joy Leftow Published by Aquillrelle, 2017
164 pages
ISBN 978-1-365-84019-7

Don’t stop with ”one more pill...”
Nearly everyone who writes poetry passes through a period of pure autobiographical poems, usually defining themselves as “isolated” because of gender, race, religion, appearance or some other personal trait. The first piece in Joy Leftow’s collection, Tupelo Honey & other tales, is such a poem. BUT, unlike most victim poetry, it is a well crafted, literate work incorporating “rap” that actually expresses cogent information.
So Joy Leftow has indeed been there, and may still revisit occasionally. She has also developed much farther, turning out poems that look into others’ lives. Leftow’s title poem for this collection is “Tupelo Honey,” a heart- wrenching glimpse into the troubled life of a methadone baby who is also HIV. It’s been said that good writing produces a “word picture.” This poem goes beyond “picture” to produce a photograph in words. Have a tissue handy.
In “American Train Trip,” Leftow touches on another poetry staple, a poets’ poem. She relates, with what must at the writing have been a quirky half-smile, a train ride that turns
into a poem about a train ride that turns into a poem. Careful now, don’t trip.
In this collection you will find poems of nearly every type, even a nature poem titled, “Summer Yields to Autumnal Equinox.” Another word photograph. What is really important about this collection and about its author is its range. Reading through these poems you will see most of the stops a developing poet makes on her way to mastery. And having finished your first reading of Tupelo Honey & other tales, you may well find yourself buying another copy, or two, for gifts to friends—because this is not a shelf book. It belongs on your bedside nightstand. You’ll wear it out.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017


You’re right, a moments’ delayed action
It could happen just like you said,
We could be dead in a split second
To end your life in an accident
Your best friend holds last sacrament
Inadequate to explain what’s evident
Not playing devil’s advocate,
There’s a precedent
Proving your point,
Religious is as religious does
Feel like I’m stuck in a sound wave
or a science fiction film
Even if you do what you’re supposed to
You can still end up dead or alive

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Desires Proliferate

Live in the closet of my love.
Live together in love
Live alone in society
Live in the lap of luxury.
Live on the dark side of time
Live in reality and live in a fantasy world
Create regions of legions in my mind
Dream conversations that never occur
My mind is a blur
Anticipate reversal, life’s controversial
June frost instead of blooms
A foreboding sense of doom looms
Casts a spell and dispels the gloom,
Sweep the room of yesterdays away
Use a brand new red broom to chase away my blues

Friday, July 07, 2017

Freedom Rings Righteously

Make your own reality
Make it more than fealty
Give you your guarantee
You have my loyality
It’s ok, we’re not royality
Anyone can be an appointee for all it’s value
Be absentee for all its worth
Stand there and set yourself free
We all want to be free too
See the world
How many feel free, are free because we want to be free
How can we be free?
Do we leave society …
Follow the whoremongers, degenerates and warmongers running society
If you set yourself free and I can be me and you can be who you want to be as long as it’s safe
Don’t want to go up against the law, stay within the law, be free inside of me ~
free to be the best me I can be
I want world’s reality to be better than ever
This song is a prayer to make our world better

May the lord above and spirits guide us to heal, be righteous with ourselves and others, order ourselves never to presuppose – truth is different to each of us
I hear if I want to be free I can be but is it reality
Do we each make our reality as advertised

Life makes reality daily
Is reality chance or choice?
Who has the answer? …
Thoughts in my head run rampant with fever.
We’re featured on life’s marquis
Worried I won’t get to see the Ganges
I’m the new queen bee of poetry
Every day create new reality
Live to create
Leave the Dead Sea behind
Live each day a new day to create carefree whims
If you want to live free, live free
Free yourself be yourself we’ll live together free in a new land we create in the valley of our dreams

Monday, June 26, 2017


Life’s rife with strife,
got my share of strife
impossible to ignore life’s blights
nightlife trying to hide jive,
strife despite gripes to deny
life on test drive, clamoring to survive
outlive the overdrive,
contrive to connive to stay alive
don’t attempt to outlive the clouds into which we dive
only to insist our offspring live the lives we try to give them
nine to five aint all life’s meant
work all day & strive to survive
day after day, fill our lives with what we must do to survive
Our lives are not always such  
a pleasure drive
I’d much rather do what I love
Instead of what I have to do
I’ve got double trouble in this life

Monday, June 19, 2017

No Looking Back

No sorrow or regrets
Get with the flow
Get where u got to go
Get where you want to be
Sounds pretty hip-hop to me
Battery operated society
Words fade into the past
Meanings and connections lost
Let the world know, it’s time to grow
Leap forward into a world we don’t know
Time to plough through the garbage
Quid pro quo, it’s our planet here
My words like music, fill your ears
My lips, soft like rose petals touch your lips
Words fill you with sounds I don’t hear
Rhymes I spout fill your heart
Be political, keep making art!

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Live in Poetic Entrancement

I’m not a rapper or a rhymer
I refuse to be defined except as poet
I’m a social climber, not on a timer
I’m an old timer, been through a lot
Since born
I’m a writer, half-assed extrovert, an undercover introvert
I write all day till my hands hurt
Use a keyboard and mouse to type
Send out memos to me and everyone else,
Letters, reminders,
So busy I go crazy
Live in a bluesday concert of my making
Try to avoid being hurt is like trying to avoid living
I indulge in frozen fruit parfait I make

Grab it!   Life’s for the taking do our best to make it matter. 

Proclaim! … Lives Matter!

I cry for lost dreams. Houses made of stone and glass, all wood inside the fame and fortune never gained, the way my heart has been maimed, my life tamed and bought at the corner store. Dreams estranged ~ caught up in the buzz of busy bees living day to day in a maze on a pension fund money I earned, not charity, driving safe in the slow zone. No airs or golden chalices standardized morphing of reality leave me to blaze on a hot day with no underwear. I fear living dead. Live in my head less than half of it never comes to be because I am alone, lost in a phone yet I want to be like Annie Malone and be me. I want to be her, still I see neither is he.

Change your tone; don't use your phone while we're having this conversation.

I want to be Annie Malone – the first Black woman in the US to take the world by storm.
Found her accidentally on the net while searching for my old colleague Annie Malone.
Blown away in awe, – Annie Malone was ahead of her time, born August 9, 1869 – A chime went off in my head to read…

American businesswoman, inventor and philanthropist, Annie Malone came from a simple life. Annie manufactured products revolutionizing hair care for Black woman. That’s my goal – be a hero, a superwoman, spokeswoman, for groups who appreciate a different kind of Annie Malone, a noblewoman, a strong secure woman, a give society-her due woman instead of suffering anxiety,

Gavin’s notoriety or mine. How much sobriety do you need to see the vitality? Like royalty live by misconception that insanity is the rule of the day. People say they want different, yet prefer compliancy, ignore morality impiously siding with majority, fear authority. Standing in a minority is gaining seniority. Gives me hope that one day we’ll be a supermajority and redevelop the meaning of authority. The Cherokees are the original owners yet were thrown away for currency.

Finally accept this is life and I’d rather do this then push up daisies
Keep all kinds of lists because the To Do’s persist
in running my existence while I attempt to stay cool ~be a shamanist
Get more abstractionist as I age, when I was younger, psychiatrists said I was too literal
Couldn’t see me being lyrical

I preach everyone’s crazy only some us don’t recognize how crazy we have become to survive.