Hay sisters, we need the
Right to Vote! – We need
a real voice, protection from
dominating, independent
men – self serving tyrants.
Our strength are our greater
numbers girlfriends. Through
the voting process, tear-down
their entire system of abusive
male domination. Elect our
far more liberal candidates!
And so, the US has:
Liberal judges who refuse to
incarcerate, turn violent criminals
back out on the streets, time and
time again to cause more death and
destruction. Elect liberal governors
to office, so we have abortion up to
the day of birth – why not one more?
The day after. Put Marxist, liberal
politicians in office, Freedom hating
Communists – Sure! That’s a great
idea. Our children will bless us from
their future concentration camps. Yep,
Women’s suffrage! Now suffer us all!
91.
My 19th Leaf
Plucked thee from near ground
Outdoor ornament
On Bermuda grass
It's the plant type one
Decorative “fern”!
By Hachuela clan
Neighbor relative
It belongs to them
Planted by someone
To grace their front yard
January Thirteen
Friday Twenty Twelve
Ante Aclet's wake
Night before burial
And saw Marvic G.
Neighborhood to South
Way to Codingle
Not along the road
Yellow-painted house
Just in front its porch
Friday the Thirteenth
Last day – Amaya
Hour before watching
Saw CapSU backers
I, Nanay & kin!
-01/13/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
In my history book title " African's Hidden Treasure"
There was a military commander who used to recite
his poems and sing songs on trees in his gardens.
One day he organised a contest of women dancers
which cost his life few weeks after the competition.
He was accused to cheat with the woman champion
Because she got a big trophy than her competitors.
One of the jealous women propagated false news
Which frustrated the husband of the woman winner
And ended up shooting his colleague due to rumour.
The son of the dead poet and commander wanted
to pay revenge but his colleagues rejected
that idea as they prepared to overthrow the king.
An affordable price was setting according
to commanders agreement as they needed
more soldiers to aid them in the neighbouring land.
Years later on, they entered that land ; started fighting,
they won the war and the son of the poet became king.
he created the Yao Kingdom and Ndindi chiefdom for
the honour of his father who wanted to be king after war.
18 and 20
this poem lies between
a summer dream and
shadows of winter
it awakens with a flourish
birdsong that arises
falls silent
a lover’s whisper
in gusts of wind
leaves of orange
raining upon the ground
to the sun’s dull glow
raining upon the ground
leaves of orange
in gusts of wind
a lover’s whisper
falls silent
birdsong that arises
it awakens with a flourish
shadows of winter
a summer dream and
this poem lies between
18 and 20
No fault in the moon
Apple wine quenches night thirst
Rainless cloud to sun
Summer knocking door
Watermelon comes as beer
Moonlight sprinkles hot
Fountain of free time
Ravished by last year dark germ
Contagious bomb
Boishakh festival
Drunkard in local made wine
Under lockdown hill
River kisses hands
Hill tract beauty with the touch
Feels the last pleasure
No sorrow in mind
There you are alive in heart
Where I'm jailed by time
In you I find nerve,
Some part of morning for which
I awake and breathe
In you I feel hot,
Cloud brings here rain to pacify
Under your cool scarf
I forget present,
Seek some part of sky vastness
In embroidered paths
Welcome the new year
The Bengal Boishakh beauty
To heal the sick world
13.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Fertile Fields
By Migdalia Torres
A cobbled stone made of red brick, which
I picked up and placed on a solid white
rock pressed against Venus whose tales of
Fertile Fields were just not true
The myths of the Greek Goddess Blue Moon
which shined against the Valleys Green Tall Fields
brought to mind of a Paper Copy Photo I had
of her riding upon a Big Charade of Fire, being pulled
by Two White Pegasus
I started to walk alone in the Center of the
Field, when suddenly a Big Strong Breeze
blew the photo out of my hands and into a
Big Leafless Oak Tree
Then a Storm gusted Tornado Wind blew and raise
the old photo past the clouds and into the
midnight sky
Good-Bye I waived to the paper photo
You are right to be set free
The Fertile Fields will become fertile once again when all the
Greek Goddesses join Venus and come down as friends
Colonies compressed
Tyranny their stress
Empires progress
Wealth by conquest
European dominance
Great Britain Spain France
Religion insurance
power the dance
Americas their settlement
unsettled through intent
Spain could not prevent
alike Britain lands went
French blockades and boats
aided break free hopes
As raids of history wrote
Tea they chucked from boats
Freedom justice for all
A land of all equal
This their global call
whilst slavery install
A land of dreams
and hopeful scenes
where slavery seems
to be unseen
Liberty for all came to be
this land sees all men equally
this land sees all men free
to black a land of slavery
And the orange setting sun
reflects off the cross of Jesus Christ,
not more than a half a mile away,
against yellow waves of clouds and blue.
Shapes of trees and leaves,
shapeless whorls of smoke rising,
as a lake of sky turns purple.
Black silhouetted clumps of maiden grass,
framed by old oaks, maple and pine,
condensing the world to a circle of five feet.
Flames lick and dart.
Fireflies dance.
Venus and Jupiter become one.
And a terrifying sound of gunshots echo across the land.
for a few moments
Selene and Helios dance
mankind bows it's head
Hurray! A heir has come to stay
Awaking the joy of May
Put down your feet like palm root and play
Paddle on through life’s way
Yes! It is nineteenth today
But see! History now writes his story;
In unspoken words of nostalgia allegory
Rolling up the scroll of time’s gallery
To tell generations yet unborn as tales of a fairy
How he chose not to marry; an attitude that is funny
Daring at dawn into the blind future with valour
Acquiring at noon, life’s lessons as favour
Yielding at dusk, the treasure from the wealth of nature.
‘ A Snake In The Grass … ’ 19th Senryu
A Snake In Tall Grass
Strikes, Bites and Cruelly Laughs …
‘ Did It Hurt’ It Asp
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