As Time Goes By

As Time Goes By

My message to each and every class mate.
Each person is the captain of his or her own fate.

I just wish I could go back on time of long ago
But, I realize, it’s rational to just let go.

You my class mates who taught me and led me.
I am glad for each of you who helped me to see.

There were things that I did not know if they were fact.
Thus, my ignorance resulted at times, a foolish act.

Only decades later did I notice the culture chock
It was too late, I couldn’t turn back the clock.

In October 19, of 1969, four, I did hurt indeed.
Please accept my apologies for such foolish deed.

Two guys and two girls; the guys are gone--RIP.
One girl I don’t remember; with the other, it was a flip.

Some of you only showed me kindness, and that was cool.
But, to each mate I ask forgiveness, for I was a big fool.

A full time worker at knight, and I was a student by day.
I thought that I would never learn English that way.

Thus, to study was a big sacrifice, and impossible at times.
Studying at the high-school parking lot, as common as dimes.

The impossible came, and I did graduate, like a long dream,
Only because I choose sacrifice, even as late, as it did seem.

Thus, the military became a path of many paths to come.
Today, I teach English and I write; contrary to times gone.

I have embraced the Gospel with all my heart and soul
I love to read what was translated from each holy scroll.

So, I think, thus, I am no longer a fool, and I am not a clown.
But, at this age, how much longer until I return to the ground.

So, my dear mates, I thank you, for what I did learn from you.
May God bless your lives, with His blessings that do come true.

Decio F. F. Leonardo, August 13, 2011

I Am Not

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I am not a Chausist,
Nor am I an anarchist
Neither am I communist,

I am not distraught
A capitalist I am not,
Neither am I an imperialist thought ,

I am not a socialist,
Nor am I a feminist,
Neither am I a tyrannist

Ransomed by the queen.
Chauser’s ransom did lean.
The rest of his life to glean.

I am not a racist,
Nor am I an egotist,
Neither am I a ventriloquist

A socialist I am not.
Nor am I apologist wrought,
Neither am I throwing my lot.

I am not a populist,
Nor am I a narcissist.
Neither am I a soliloquist.

As evidence proves,
I am not in their grooves.
Therefore, I am not a terrorist.

By DFF Leonardo

A Tumbleweed

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Turning and turning
The tumbleweed goes
Always rolling

Without feet nor toes
The way is any way
It no longer grows

Restless, can’t lay
With each wind gust
It dos not stay

Useless as rust
And without seed
Without vice or lust

It is a tumbleweed
Without a creed
no blood, can’t bleed.

By DFF Leonardo

STRAIGHT LINE

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Eve and Adam—out
Of the Garden of Paradise,
Adam by choice, Eve by clout,
She wanted to be wise.

Thacious, Oedipus, and others,
Heroes by choice and make.
Some also were mothers,
Homer, Aristotle and the fake.

The woman in the tent with a peg,
Cleopatra, Ahaz and Jezebel,
Esther, Mordekhai—for trial to beg,
Abraham had to dig another well.

Jacob, Rachel, Leah and Laban,
Potiphar’s wife—Joseph in jail.
Pharaoh and Israel’s haven.
Moses’ mother chose—didn’t fail.

Greeks made heroes, and wives for the home to keep.
Males named predators, to act.
Truth didn’t matter, therefore the writers had to leap.
Males and females labeled as fact.

Literature maintaining the myth
For the expecting audience:
The man as a mean smith
The woman as full of innocence.

By DFF Leonardo

Patched-Eye

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The patched-eye philosopher
Who, has not read everything
Who, sees God as a grasshopper
Whom, will just destroy anything

It is hard to read all that is there
One eye only sees but one side
The one eyed says God is everywhere
Yet nowhere, taking you for a ride

The one eyed intellectual, sure
Has he read all and all that there is
Gives you all, while he hides the lure
That is all clear far or near, all biz

The patched-eye philosophist
Forgot to read the other side
And his good eye has a thick mist
And the evidence is in a slide

The one eyed philosopher contends
Not noticing that the course is really set.
She shows what she really understands,
And he has not mentioned the devil yet

There also it very clear states, if you read
That the Lord of the vineyard went away
Meanwhile each one created his won creed
Yet, somewhere states what the Lord did say

The patched-eye scholar, the master
Uses mysteries as if it was plaster
Putting the mysteries in an alabaster
Against those without vision, an outcaster

The mystery over mystery creator
Making God what He is not, nor
Will ever be; for there is a door
The law was set that way before
But it’s for those humble and poor
For those who are meek ever more
Where the old diamond can’t bore
And the rest fail test as in folklore

If the patched-eye philosopher could,
But her leg like his is all rotten wood
She like him really wares the hood
While by law, heaven goes as it should

Without one eyed, scholar, PhD’s degree
Has he or she considered, all are free
A blessing and a course for all to see
God can not break his law of eternity

By DFF Leonardo

Evolution

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Evolution

First the money
When all is funny
Sugar and honey

Than, comes pain
All with disdain
There’s no brain

Asking old friends
One contends
In circles’ ends

If they looked back
Anyone could attack
Carrying the sack

Melted in tears
Took many years
To drop the fears

There was no bed
Them found dead
No one was sad

By DFF Leonardo

Don’t Cry

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Crying won’t help
It has been proven
They want your scalp
They are interwoven.

Grinding and grinding…
The mood goes around
As if natural slimming
To bring you down.

They have the law
And all else too
As if without flaw
They know how to…

Don’t, don’t cry!
Forget the honey and pie
They don’t care why,
They just laugh and lie.

The truth means nothing
To justify the mood
When they want something
They are gentle and smooth.

Don’t cry, don’t cry!
For a man can’t fly,
Men can’t ask why.
Hope’s above the sky.

At all times keep reverence,
Prayer makes a difference,
And God knows innocence.
Behave, as if in God’s presence.

By DFF Leonardo - 2006

A Thought

It is in some way a mystery to decipher
A way of thinking a way of living a life
By night and by day a thought to confer
A turn in the world is just another strife

It is only the outcome that is noticeable
Life goes, it is at the end what counts
But time is a puzzle rolling like a marble
Choices affect and the account amounts

Some only choose to see the pinnacles
Meanwhile the road is set at one way
While others may only see the obstacles
What we chose is on time or with a delay

But, time is not a choice nor is it any fate
Each is in charge, but not when at the gate



DFF Leonardo – 2007

It’s a crime

It’s a crime to be poor
It’s a crime to ask for …
It’s a crime to have more …
It’s a crime to lack money
It’s a crime to be a father
It’s a crime to be shoeless
It’s a crime to have less
It’s a crime to be rich
It’s a crime to say the truth
It’s a crime to live
It’s a crime to be hungry
It’s a crime to be homeless
It’s a crime to be jobless
It’s a crime to walk on the earth
It’s a crime to be human
It’s a crime not to pay tax
It’s a crime…

DFF Leonardo -- 2008

Wondering

Wondering without end
without money
without food
children in hyper
wife murmuring
no job
no medical insurance
school unfinished
falling asleep studying
waking up during the night
behind in child support
the gas unpaid
the car unpaid
the brakes in metal
the oil three times over
the stomach wanting to explode
where will the rent come from
the heart with a hollow as a tree
what will become of my family and me …

DFF Leonardo - 2006

THIEF

bills bills bills to pay and pay tomorrow
weighting in my stomach like an arrow
today I have no money but only hope
looking as if a job is really within scope
today is yesterday but not as i hopped
yesterday is past like a road that slopped

i can not go back for it is gone forever
i could not pay and i can’t pay if i ever
the truth is that once a debtor is always
even when working all nights and all days
looking for a job is a job that never ends
being poor is me who everyone reprimands

overqualified unqualified or ignored again
no references no friends avoid or disdain
it is another world to face and to live in
my shoes and my hopes are getting thin
it reflects in the words at any interview
they say the application is still for review

the car with an empty tank and bald tires
payments overdue and taxes like briers
the food i eat makes me as if i will vomit
than am i better dead or being a hermit
even the sleep goes away in the night
my stomach is upset and is over tight

no i did not borrow not did i waste any
when i was in need it offered or lent to me
then child support is by law guaranteed
to make my children’s life better indeed
the children almost poor but real poor am i
i wish to provide and lead each to the sky

they have ihpods and really fashion glasses
things that a father objects without classes
depending on the market for work is bad
trying any business without money is sad
being laid off from work is just like others
than the government is against all fathers

trees without fruit and for heat only a twig
only death can take me from debt so big
my grave i don’t have neither it can i dig

By DFF Leonard - 2007

Between Two

When it all starts
It is all fine
Without larks
Without brine

Only some can see
What others don’t know
Like a humming bee.
Like sweet dough

A secret to keep
As to climb a hill
Like a big leap
You can not fail

That is love
Gentle and suave
A girl and a boy
Just can’t be coy.


By DFF Leonardo - 2006

THE CHOICE

So many spears,
A crown of thorns,
So many tears,
So many scorns.

Thus, all alone,
He did His job,
He got the throne
By His own throb.

Yes, eye for an eye
No longer true,
His example from high
To me and you.

He did command:
Pray to understand,
To choose and stand.


By DFF Leonardo -- 2006

A Talking Tree

I just wished to be with a friend,
As the rain fell almost without end,
But, the only company was the dark night
Disturbed by each passing car’s beams of light.

Each day presented its test.
Inside an old small car’s best,
But, the real painful test was yet to come,
When talking to those pious who did sleep at home.

Only a divorced man can see,
To be tested for temper and honesty,
How much it hurts to be treated like a tree,
Laughed at, mocked and falsely accused of dishonesty.

I can tell you why, if you let me explain.
There is nothing to explain, suffer the pain!
So, you broke the law, did not inspect your car.
It serves you well, negligence and luck can only go so far.

They say: It is a matter of managing your money well!
In reality, the truth about real misery, only some can tell.
The fat cats laugh at you, calling you lazy even when you cry.
Searching and searching, you can’t get a job, no matter how honest you try.

Understanding that men are not trees,
Only those who have been hungry and cold and without utilities.
While those who make the laws never lack basics, comforts, and amenities;
The system by euphemism, their business’ masters supply them with elections and luxuries.

By DFF Leonardo -- 2005

It’s True

Digging Mom’s plot,
Found Dad’s skull,
Oh! You are here!
It’s true.
Ah, but, you, you talk!
It’s true.
Ah, but, skulls don’t talk!
It’s true.
Ah, then you are not dead!
It’s true.
I thought you were there!
It’s true.
The stones are misplaced!
It’s true.
Am I talking to you Father?
It’s true.
I sure do not understand this!
It’s true.
I am going through … some phase?
It’s true.
Well, you both will share the same plot!
Thanks, Son.