A Poem on ‘Black Lives Matter’ and Others by C.B. Anderson The Society November 3, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Ekphrastic, Poetry 18 Comments Context Is Everything When you attempt to cut some string A hammer doesn’t do a thing— Jackknives matter. When life has gotten back to normal, And dining out means dressing formal, Black ties matter. When you are carted off to jail And wish that you were back at Yale, Hacksaws matter. And if you wolfed your burger lunch But long for something more to munch, French fries matter. You come home sodden from a bar And she accepts you as you are— Slack wives matter. As long as they vote Democrat And laud the likes of Arafat, Black lives matter. Family Matters The individuals who love me most Are those whom I’m most likely to let down. Although they greet me with a heartfelt host Of smiles, I tender them my deepest frown. And why this should be so I scarcely know, For it provides me no distinct advantage In what’s become a bloody to-and-fro For which no brand of prophylactic bandage Has ever been devised, and I’m surprised We still communicate at all. What’s more, I can’t believe that no one realized That we would end up in an all-out war. The closer the relationship, the worse The conflicts seem to be, which indicates That kin—by blood or marriage—should converse With soothing words that spark no fierce debates. The Need to Know It’s human to make effort to explain Phenomena and noumena that vex us: Injustice, rank corruption, fear and pain; Direct assaults upon the solar plexus. The brightest sunny skies cannot prevent Eventual decay of day to night, And when we wonder where the future went The clear consensus is: It’s taken flight. Which doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep on trying To make some sense of what we apprehend, Because the only other option’s dying In ignorance detachment can’t amend. Revelations an alexandroid Another storm tonight, with rain ____And driven sleet Inflicting constant waves of pain ____On those who meet Together in a drafty room ____Below a church. The lines of Scripture they exhume ____Begin the search For revelations founded on ____Experience And not on words of men long gone ____Who lived in tents. C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 18 Responses Allegra Silberstein November 3, 2020 Love these poems…Allegra Reply C.B. Anderson November 3, 2020 I’m glad, Allegra. Thank you for saying so. Reply Joe Tessitore November 3, 2020 Damn you, C.B.! Ever since I read Black Lives Matter” I’ve been trying to come up with my own combination and haven’t even gotten close. Loved it! Reply C.B. Anderson November 3, 2020 Joe, I had a few more I didn’t use: Black wives natter. Swan dives matter. Beehives matter. Lost tribes scatter. The thing to remember is that black lives are pretty much like white lives or lives of any other hue: Some matter and some don’t. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant November 3, 2020 High fives matter! A high five from me to you for every one of these wonderful poems. Reply C.B. Anderson November 3, 2020 You’ve got the gist of the thing, Susan, and I thank you for one I never thought of. Maybe Joe T. will thank you as well. As for the other poems, I think they were small things. Reply Cynthia Erlandson November 3, 2020 I especially loved all the clever phrases you came up with to rhyme with “Black Lives Matter”! Reply C.B. Anderson November 3, 2020 Thank you, Cynthia. Most of the phrases relied on assonance. Exact consonance occurred only sporadically. It was a balancing act to get the damn things in some sort of natural order. Reply Mike Bryant November 3, 2020 Fried Oyster Platter… OK I know the meter is not right, but this is still my favourite rhyme. Great work, as usual, and amens from me. Reply C.B. Anderson November 3, 2020 I can’t decide, Mike, whether I’d rather have your approval or the fried oysters. I’ll have both, if it’s possible. Politically speaking, our worldviews are perfectly syntonic (You might have to go to the OED to find that word.) Reply Mike Bryant November 3, 2020 I’m am au fait with the Ptolemaic comma, and sin tonic… but you got me on syntonic… how about shrimp fried platter or grease back splatter? Reply C.B. Anderson November 4, 2020 Fine, Mike, but you will have to come up with your own opening tetrameter couplets for these. Yael November 4, 2020 I love the poem Context Is Everything, thank you. I totally did not see the punch line coming; it’s awesome! Humor together with rhyme makes a great communication tool, IMHO. Reply C.B. Anderson November 4, 2020 Well, Yael, as you must realize, I saw the last stanza coming from a long way off. Without the last stanza there would not be a poem. Reply David Watt November 5, 2020 C.B., what a platter of sage advice and reflections on Life. I particularly appreciated the amusing ‘Slack wives matter.’ Reply C.B. Anderson November 5, 2020 Well, David, as you perhaps know, a forgiving wife is a pearl beyond price and a safe haven in a world beset with storms. Reply Evan Mantyk November 9, 2020 Kip, This one may be a bit of a stretch on the rhymes, but here you go: When you are filling kind of peckish And you don’t want another McFish, Big Macs matter. Reply C.B. Anderson November 15, 2020 McDonald’s is great fodder for satire; they call it fast food but should call it false food. If you’re addicted to McDoubles, You should expect some GI troubles — Laxatives matter. 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