the ignorant savants

the ignorant savants

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the ignorant savants episodes

  • get real
    GET REAL
    
Get real.

    Worlds divided

    Which one you gonna choose?
    What’s the appeal?
    Get real.
    Bustling crowd!

    Soldiers lined up for pay!

    girls sing school songs!

    Little white blouses—
long blue skirts—
    Bright sunshine—
scarves everywhere!
    I pull my chord—

    I'm airborne, in heaven—
harmonies turn fire!

    Fire in my eyes!

    Fire on the skin I shed!
    
I still feel it!

    I can't close my eyes!

    I see blood on blouses—
blood on scarves!
    I burn—
they kick my face!
    I can't run—
I AM IN HELL.

    Paradise?

    Who decides?
    Get real!
    
Worlds divided,
    one done, one yet to be born,

    Choose the latter—
new day, new horn.
    
It is a burden, carrying perfection

    that you do not own.

    So drop that weight—
leave it alone!
    Get real.

    One yet to be born— get real!
    
Two souls colliding,

    for fun, to cry,

    the cannonball will fly—
and there goes paradise.
    
Which man was the Christ?

    Who was bringing us light?

    From whence did he come?

    Don't tell me—
show me!
    Let’s get it done!
    Get real.
    
The mystical power, 
imagination

    hearts pound to chimera

    formed from within.

    altering steps,

    gliding decision,

    determining fate—
what great power

    foolishness baits.
    
GET REAL!

    confiding, then chiding
 your mother’s ghost,

    who is nowhere in sight.

    oh, she’s Satan’s toast

    infracted, infected,
 debilitated, but steeled.
    Done.
    Are we ever really done?
    No.
    Get real.


    Three worlds divided—
two done, one yet to be born.

    I'll take the last, please.

    Get real!
    © Byron Haskins (2026) - a poetic remix of four previous works: Perfect (from Liberating the Spirit, 2014), and Con Artist, Paradise and Get Real (from The Christmas Bonus 2013).
    5 min
  • king of crickets
    El niño busca su voz.(La tenía el rey de los grillos.)
    En una gota de aguabuscaba su voz el niño.
    No la quiero para hablar;me haré con ella
    un anilloque llevará mi silencioen su dedo pequeñito.
    En una gota de aguabuscaba su voz el niño.
    (La voz cautiva, a lo lejos,se ponía un traje de grillo.)
    they will live
    earthy. loyal. sincere.
    they will.
    9 min
  • little puddles
    an interpretation of a poem published in 2011 in my anthology "Lake Affect: Collected Poetry" https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0139IXMFO named
    "Spring 5/3".
    Little wings speak
    flicker and glow
    the moon rises high above
    I put roses in
    wearing heavy leather gloves
    palms sweating
    wild violets sing
    bees dance with me
    I smell colors and
    my toes tingle
    in the little puddles
    left behind by my hose
    warm winds you bring
    I love you Spring.
    © Byron Haskins, 2011, all rights reserved.
    4 min
  • ersatz
    This is take one of a jazz piece derived from a double haiku (verse 1 & 3) I wrote:
    Ersatz ©
    billionaires don't care
    for their own humanity
    trying to escape
    in ersatz modalities
    purchasing complicity
    manufacturing sympathies
    with money - souls lost
    forcing us to follow them
    all to hell we go
    Lyrics by Byron Haskins, nPoet9 Publishing - 2026 - all rights reserved.
    4 min

About the ignorant savants

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No AI, just I. I have collaborated and suppose I might again. Retired person having fun. Used to DJ, now I produce and play. Blues-based.