At the center of London 2025 farmers and
Supporters came, this upon tractors the farmers did..Which is of their typology
I do not kid.' Intrinsic to their role in any land that i know, farmers drive tractors into
Town, unless you were real thick.? Its just
Sort of 'how they roll' persecution for so doing, is so plain to view
Like a rusty barn roof, don't know about you ?
nly un-just.' Which in
Itself is un-lawful..To do so is a must, and real true.' So much misscarrige of justice happened today.' Aided and abetted, plain
As the day.' As large as the konk of sadiq
khan.' If it were any longer he could park it s barn..' Say!! Maybe thats his plan, to divest some good men of goods and chattels.' So his nose could be covered instead of some country hens.' Anyway its
All a mockery.' Time to call time soon..Or the madness of woke ideaology will send good farmers to the moon.' An a penal servitude.' And no matter at all the cost.'
As they have stolen so much money.' Its only the responsible who will bear the loss.'
Puffed to the brim with inane pride,
You strut about like a sparkling bride,
Displaying invulnerabilities that sting
Sharper than wild porcupinish being.
You fathom neither humanity
Nor harm of your callous inanity;
You ever frolic and chest-thump
And mock and onwards trump.
You’re aided by bloody malice
Of hell ever bereft of peace,
And abetted by the unhearing
Of heaven amid ills so searing.
So how long shall you trample,
You unfeeling impish trampler?
And dole out such endless trouble,
You most callous restless troubler?
Recollect when you decided
for a choice was most surely made
To dismiss me from your
heart and mind
To destroy the plans
Once layed
My own dependability
as sure as a well oiled clock
aided and abetted in this outrageousness
to my unalterable shock
You declared you know I must hate you
Your exact words as I recall
I don't care enough to muster that up
but I really don't like you at all
So what will you take
from our meeting
What lesson sent
through me to you
Your well rehearsed steps shown
to have been here before
I know what I'm
taking from you.......Nothing
Every single Arab death in Gaza
is attributable to HAMAS
Aided and abetted by Iran
Russia, and Mahmoud Abbas
First Hamas butchers, rapes, and kidnaps
thousands of Jews and others
Then its ‘brave warriors’ use as human shields
their so-called ‘Palestinian brothers’
When Israel dares fight back
‘Ceasefire now!’ Hamas whines
Demanding Israel release Palestinian murderers
while it (Hamas) keeps its hostages under tight confines
Today's 'potd' blames Israel for the genocide
that HAMAS perpetrates on both Israeli and Arab sides
Those bells, those jubilant, jaunty clangers
Vibrating chimes dancing across meadows
Cavorting through town
Are gone.
Stolen by a rogue poet
Abetted by a teacher
Who played a recording
Of Poe’s….THE BELLS.
Around the fifth replay
I swore off poetry for life,
Rescued only by
Tintinnabulation therapy.
I still cringe
At the sound of a doorbell.
Not Poe’s fault
My neighbor
Is always looking
To borrow something
I offered to lend him
The bell.
The Path To Citizenship
Miracle Man
October 4, 2023
With our country’s future
he plays a political game,
Conforming to this pattern
exhibits no pride or shame.
We’re quickly becoming home
for any would be moocher,
Who views land of the free
as being now not in the future.
Most all readily avow
to being poor asylum seekers.
I suppose my preferred name
for them would be sneakers.
They illegally cross our borders
without being vetted.
Their take over is coming
because of those who abetted.
Modest to start with, bloating to be beast,
A spurring cat coaxing for ever more,
Ere long to rule your life, you knowing least,
What with wants and wishes known not before,
Her kittens come soon, nudge with a soft paw,
Pester you to pay heed, rub your weak knees,
And ere ye know, she’s a ravenous maw,
From spark to bushfire abetted by breeze!
Long has man mused: to be or not to be,
Oliver Twists forever wanting more,
And having had, scarce if ever happy,
No one is shown still a much deserved door,
World’s wont to dream of champagne and caviar,
When should no more than just hotdogs and beer!
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Sonnets | 02.11.2012 revised May 2023|
Poet’s note: Desire, what a damsel! No matter what the Greek and Roman philosophers might have said, today’s western world tends to look at desires as a welcome trait that achieves more than those from east especially Indian. This sonnet compares desires with cats with their subtle ways.
If they stopped giving aid to the unworthy, there would be more available to give to the worthy.
Tale of two Cracks
__________________
Farmers Heel crack
S C R E A Ms
Bountiful harvest
is no time to rest
From Farm to Market
Middlemen exploit
Money lenders squeeze
Scheme benefit vanishes
Bumper crops
finally yield cropped price
Farmers lugged
on soil to survive
But best efforts
and worst System
cracked their hopes
created cavities on heels
Unable to crack
mystery of destiny
hung by rope on tree
World calls it suicide
But is a murder
abetted by apathy of society
Land Peel crack
S C R E A Ms
Ecology cycle of
Water-Vapour-Clouds-Rain
callously breached
Depleting water table
meagre network of irrigation
leaving soil parched
Brittle cracked pieces of soil
sliced sand gasping for life
Disregard for Environment
causing floods, famines
drenching, dehydrating soil
depleting nutritious layer
fertile land turning barren
Earth suffers miscarriage
feeding bosom dries
Blossom dies
Flora and Fauna cries
World calls it Natural calamity
But is ecology's murder
abetted by humans antipathy
____________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta
Every new day, the sun will rise.
As time passes, the moon expands.
Reasons to act without surprise.
Every day, the wind brings new ambition.
The river flows into the shoreline.
Every day holds a new lesson.
Every day, a new baby is born.
After nine months of pregnancy.
God promises and bestows adorned.
Stars will illuminate our nights.
Large ships navigate in deeper water.
Abetted by vast cosmic sights
Plants will surely grow.
It's an unavoidable indication!
Obvious, as we all know.
Without a problem, there is no solution.
We prefer to go right to specifics.
Valuables are found in the deep section.
Outcomes are entirely arbitrary.
How deeply one will be involved.
Outside the scope of the fantasy.
Forecast what people say, I believe.
Vague terms are complex to discern.
Events were hardly what we perceive.
1st Place Contest Win
Written: April 18, 2021
Just Stating The Obvious Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brother Jacob
SPOILED
They have given her all her wishes,
All her wants catered to by the doting parents
Aided and abetted by the doting grandma
And a coterie of accomplices from the brigade of aunts.
No need to wait for for xmas or birthday for that special dress,
No need to build up the excitement of a trip to the circus,
No need to dream :
They have spoiled her youth.
They have in fact already stolen all her dreams.
11 April 2021
Going home
He had come back different, or maybe he had never really come back at all.
It had changed him; now eyes withdrawn, furtive,
Looking out into someplace, somewhere within his own mind.
Even in sleep, never really at ease.
Twitchy with dreams and mumbled words.
Sometimes awakened, sitting but not really there.
Worsening as time unfolded,
Gripped in the mind and body,
Abetted by liquor and chemicals.
Counselors seen for the edginess, irritability, bad dreams.
The distances from family widened,
First gradual withdrawal, then full retreat.
No answers, only tears and anger.
Until now laid to rest.
David Holmes
March 5, 2021
A drizzly wind-swept day atop a hill;
The white markers with chiseled family names and dates to then surround him.
As they gathered in the wind,
The mournful plangent sound
Of the piper in kilt swept over them,
Bringing rest, bringing closure.
.
The Good Book tells us that God rested on The Seventh Day,
To unwind upon His Throne and His handiwork survey.
He foresaw the mess we mere mortals would make of things,
Abetted by all humankind to include politicians and ruling kings!
Right off the bat, Adam and Eve made a stupid mistake,
Eating forbidden fruit persuaded by that nefarious snake!
They let God down big time and I reckon them we can blame,
For wrecking His noble plans and creating eternal shame!
God must have pondered about the fate of His wondrous Creation.
He envisaged pain and suffering as nation warred against nation.
As He relaxed on That Day He foresaw evil and sinfulness,
Hunger, strife, mans' inhumanity to man and homelessness.
How He must have agonized That Day as He eyed His Universe,
Knowing He would have to cope with a people so wicked and perverse.
I suspect He would have preferred a day of rest like most of us men,
Savoring a pepperoni pizza and watching a football game on ESPN!
Entry for Curtis Moorman's "What Did God Do On The Seventh Day" Contest
We're all going on a summer holiday
So sung Cliff in 1963
It all went wrong with Yorkshire's constabulary,
Aided and abetted by the BBC
Sorted by the judiciary.
Some holidays are quiet and peaceful,
Some others are loud and intense,
Some are taken in luxury hotels
Others in wilderness tents
Booze and frolics
on a summer holiday
eating far too much than is good for you
takes a month to recover afterwards
now fifty weeks until the next one's due
with post holiday blues
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
with post holiday blues...
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
having to look at all of you!
(c) Ian Diddams 2018
Perhaps at the days complete
This date with death shall not
prove to be deadbeat.
The outcome has proven quite concrete.
Tragedies that shades
itself behind deaths eyes
piercing to contaminate
like some Blastomyces:
Ready to enter my blood to do some harm.
like some invading fungi who does not laugh
at the joke, but at the
Joker's lack of antidotal charm.
As death is now my escort;
Invasion needs no persuasion.
I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought.
Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot.
That is why I never sympathize with evil.
Abetted, by the fluid allure of death.
Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies.
In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe
the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood.
Around every corner, I have found,
The hatred from which I strive to hide.
Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees
Where peacefully, I now reside.
Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as
we admire the color of the trees in the quiet.
We meditate and sit in amber silence.
Without anticipation the judgment of each other.
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