Skewed Political Common Sense
Today’s weird zeitgeist,
Lived streamed everyday,
Awaits its Emmy:
Historically scripting,
Well played, power mongering:-
This may sound musky,
Or like a well-trumped-up scheme;
But it is all true:
Click on Breaking News, and see
These bold words’ reality:-
They’re shutting down
The Department Of Education;
And the learned lesson here,
Is the poor’s lost emancipation:
For the rich, it’s a positive situation:-
Sense isn't as common as it once once was
is it because
the more we use our smart phone
the dumber we become
and dance to the same algorithm
(and blues)
each and every one
whereas before we used the brain
now others do our thinking faster than blinking
and if things go awry we have them to blame
whereas before we did all the talking
now we're content
to let our fingers do the walking
before crossing the road
I didn't need to be told,
'Look both ways'
when not so very old
as a matter of fact,
is there an app for that?
From beneath a veil,
A shroud itself hidden,
Anonymity It's masquerade.
Tired secrets languish,
Benighted by nature,
Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade.
A sough in the head,
Of their tepid maker,
Whispers nothing, wholly unaware.
Crafty camouflage,
For the crafter of secrets,
Who never knew they were there.
The irony aroma,
Stagnant blood without pressure,
Metallic, unmoved, unaffected.
Averse to sense,
Illusory marionette's,
Clear strings, turbid skeins undetected.
And the irony lies,
With an off thirst disguised,
By the growing pines of set minds thought unique.
And as trite as the urges,
Desperate purges,
Like mewls of the sheep seeking shade from critique.
I draw the heart alone
on a wall,
I draw the heart on the night.
Wanted to draw my heart
on a heart,
but it always kept itself
out of sight,
never appeared
like the endless common tales
under the sun,
rain or the moonlight.
(23.04.2025)
It’s no accident that dentists,
grave diggers and proctologists
all share one thing in common:
filling holes, teeth, and an occasional bottom.
25.04.08
Can your Highness give more promises?
So much more that they can be broken,
Minute by minute, day after day for decades.
Can your Highness stay away?
So far that I can't see your face,
That will really make my day.
Can your Highness make me blind?
So blind I can not see any lies.
Can your Highness make me deaf?
So deaf I can't hear a word what was said.
Can your Highness give me darkness,
So dark I need no more cover,
All the heinous behaviours in the world.
Can your Highness drown me in the stream?
Where it can wash away all my dreams.
Can your Highness grant me calmness?
So I won't react every time I was upset.
Can your Highness be nice and fair?
To prove you meant when you said you care.
Can your Highness hold me in your arms?
So when I was harmed, I can remain being calm.
Can your Highness forgive me?
For making your Highness
Out of your way to help me.
Can your Highness do me a favour?
A favour your Highness never done before.
Leave me alone to end all my sufferings.
Can your Highness please,
If you love me let me free,
Now your Highness has destroyed all the friendships,
They ended and can never be mended.
There I stand before you,
And then serve you,
With all my efforts and joy,
Which you do enjoy.
But my works are erased from the pages of history,
Could you tell me the reason for this behavior filled with mystery?
I might not be a CEO or a manager,
But I too am a human with emotions such as joy, grief and anger.
You might fear them but not me,
You will respect them but take my services for free,
Do respect the common,
To get the title of a Wonderful Human.
She gambled on you
She walked a bridge too far
You didn't feel it true
It was too high a bar
She could have tried talking
That way she would've known
Behind your infatuation
Real affection hadn't grown
She thought there was a bond
A mystical dream
But the wizard lost his wand
You were just a prop in the scene
She dreamed of a fire
You by her side
But love was a liar
Reason should guide.
She raised the stake
But gambling's a sin
with two eyes on the snake
The house has to win
Now it’s too late
To rewrite the part
She wagered on fate—
Then embittered her heart
I know we all get burnt
But I wish it hadn't gone so far
Lessons have to be learnt
Only Fate held the cards.
Wonder how long it will take them to see I am a famous poet.
See it is nice to see what other poets are doing to help others.
If you aren't helping as a community then what are you doing?
The answer is nothing, put the pen down, and go be lazy elsewhere.
If you want proof, tombstone, “Say when.”
Or get to work, you all have wasted enough time.
The world is a joke, it is your job to aid in fixing it.
Based on a simple evaluation, Keyword: Slackers.
Now of course you all aren’t poets.
That was just a statement, figured you needed the reminder.
That rainbow, the colors, the shimmer and glow!
But what do I know of light refraction?
This Medical Illustration Man has been drawn
with only nerve and bone. He's got a lot of nerve!
A dandelion here on the edge of lawn has broken up,
separated herself from the dance troupe, taken a bow.
This gray elephant, ready to stampede once his toenail
polish dries, no long hides in the berry patch.
Your plate, crusted with dry scrambled egg, reminds
me of an egg-crusted plate I once held in my hand.
Common words, spoken by a common leader to
the common man is often an unsolicited lecture.
The poet is rather ghazal-like among his friends,
but all RHYMED and METERED in the market place.
Clinking, clinking
I heard the clinking in
repetition
what could
cause
whatever object this is to
make this clinking sound.
Clink!
The loudest sound
yet.
peaking my interest
one's honest admission
dredged from it's
translucence
clear in obvious
objective
gaining my attention
I relaxed towards
it's conclusion
blanketing myself
to warm my now
needing desire
Commercial Trait
"the new Boattailed Designed"
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The best Value award is said to
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The Inspiring Designer Magazine
Named it
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Awarded The Design Team
The Crystal Palace Trophy
This is to the humble barbers, humble farmers,
average Joannas & Joes
who give their all, day in day out,
but who most will never know
You all deserve recognition,
whether people know you by name or not
Thank you for everything you do,
It really means a lot
I could use common vocabulary,
but to be honest I never liked it;
The dictionary or the library,
a scavenger hunt I’ll gladly commit;
Buried within a myriad of books,
or a placement on some forgotten list;
Oh, the poetry that a word unhooks!
Without that piece it’s so easily missed;
Recalibrating an old phrase with flare,
rearranged letters liven up the line;
Describing the vision that pen laid bare,
synonyms and a timeless theme combine;
I could say it the way the others do
but it would come off as only half-true.
The country spoke in numbers strong
rejecting notions, we knew were wrong.
Porous borders against our laws,
defund police, those thoughts are flawed.
In regards to the letters,
DEI and CRT
return to the alphabet
where you should be.
Retail theft, okay with them
no consequence, they steal again.
Gender care or mutilate,
once its done, it's too late!
Men compete in women's sports,
dashing hopes and wins they thwart.
To all of those who've broken in
the time has come, deports begin.
So common sense
once more shall reign,
as America returns
to great again!
A tuber in search of some views
thought his wit would surely amuse.
Lest I’m misconstrued,
you talk too much, dude;
just show how you changed the damned fuse.
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