John Kaniecki writes prose and poetry. His poetry has appeared in over one hundred outlets and his prose in about a dozen. He was until recently a full-time caregiver for his wife Sylvia who suffers from dementia. She is now presently safe in a nursing home. John works as an assistant to a lawyer. He is also a peace activist and a minister in the Church of Christ. As being openly bipolar he is an advocate for the mentally ill community. His story to overcome his mental illness and his declaration of humanity is told in his memoirs "More Than The Madness."
John's poem “Tea With Joe Hill” won the Joe Hill Poetry Contest in 2012 along with a $500 prize.
Love letters Reckless rambling wayward words Smashing foul fetters Groans of pleasure heard Intimate touch Insanely too much Sounds rolling of the tongue You can only be young One time Was it a crime To express Love and tenderness I hear you never married And that you carried An iron cross I feel for your loss Would you feel better If I sent to you A love letter
I Can't Think Now
Clock clicking Keyboard teetering as I type Pesky fruit fly zooms on by Sylvia stirring on the couch Love poems taped to the wall Over a lithograph of the Brooklyn Bridge It is signed and entitled by the artist A wedding photograph I don't like the way that I am looking Hair too short and belly too big My shoes need replacing I glance in the mirror where the clock hangs I am clean shaven but my hair is frazzled Mirror needs cleaning We have no Windex This is working seems to be getting somewhere I am angry and I am calm The noise of the clock is a distinct constant Allen Ginsburg wrote stream of conscious As did the other Beat Writers I bet he edited Howl though I'll give you ten to one odds We are almost never what we claim to be Professional athletes are vastly over paid We should eliminate the position of owner My egalitarian ideals are shining Like the electric lamp in the dingy mirror I wonder if I should edit this? The desk is a mess and it needs some dusting as well The clock's noise is reminiscent of a constant water tap dripping The Beatles wrote a song about that "I'm fixing a hole where the rain comes in" I won't quote the subsequent line I am cracking my knuckles reading what I just wrote I think I am almost finished with my poem If I could just find a clever way to end
The Arm Chair Revolutionary
All men are created equal Sounds like a phenomenal Sound byte to pass on Right on! Fight on! Equal how In which way? Where do we find Womankind?
The Arm Chair Revolutionary A step back From Jack On the evolutionary Chain He feels your pain Hey don’t knock him/her I’ll tell you what for If he/she had a black friend And he/she is close enough to pretend He’d/She’d have them over for dinner And wouldn’t dare Hide the good silverware
But down in the hood The work is in desperate need Where by one look It is clearly understood The impoverished masses bleed They are not to be found anywhere At least I don’t see them there I wonder if they really care Or they merely feign compassion In idle inaction
So you read your books of theory And with dialectical eyes You believe your lies So you can see clearly You are an unlit candle in the dark night And I say We need day light
There Is A Woe
There is a woe I used to know So long ago Hatred was the vile name (I recall in shame)
I hated within I hated without It was a sin Without a doubt
I knew something was terribly wrong To be a man I need be strong (But perchance what is strength?) (To lift the massive weight?) (Or to run the eternal length?)
But love as a kernel was planted deep Watered by my tears as I fell to sleep It was my most sincere prayer To find a true love A kindred soul to care But year after year I was denied And oh how I cried
But folly is never wasted upon a youth Years come And if the brain is not numb So manifests the truth Lies fade before perceptive eyes
I came to the crossroads but not to make a deal The devil with wicked grin steeped in sin Sought my soul to steal
But I turned my way to the cross And gained all in my loss
Silence, HUSH, respect is mandatory How else could it exist? Stern elders with authoritative titles Mister So And So Mrs. Blowing In The Wind Principle Proper Learn to patiently wait in line Wildebeest at the oasis Three taps at the water fountain Or perhaps the riotous bully In alligator joy clumping anger Will fully twist the handle Baptizing your face in a streaming current Of humility
Tender shoots Deeply rooted in invulnerable life Definitions are being created Taboos defined Psychologists to reap bountifully Seeds of servitude sown No laughing don’t giggle As if joy was a sin What do you mean you want to be happy in life? Mumbo Jumbo Pledge of Allegiance incantation Vocabulary undecipherable Learn to play nice Profiling has commenced Be good citizens pay your taxes Choose your crayon colors carefully Draw neatly with caution inside the lines A laboratory infested with mice Monitored by sadistic half starved alley cats Detest Suppress Success means promotion To more of the same Welcome to the best year of your life