I am told sparks from a semi-trailer was the start of the fire of Longwood.' And
Dry lightening in ( twenty nine other parts )
And me.? My mind..Thinks of those fires in
Greece 'seventy and nine arsonists?)
Were arrested..They can't still be in prison? They must have been released?
Then there there was Los Angeles.! It was
Some homeless we hear.? Could cash
Have been offered.? To me one thing is clear.' There had not been an outcry.' From
The media who.' Are stuck to the green
Agenda as if they are coated in red gum glue.'
I try and try to read long poems
But then I find if it carries on
I daydream or lose focus
A.D.D. does hocus-pocus
I try and try to stick to a plan
But find myself wondering and
Traveling roads less than ideal
Who’s to know if it’s worth thrill
I try and try to use my muse
But in time I become her fool
For she leaves me in a block
My writing has been ruined stopped
You can tell this when you read
My words lack a certain quality
And it like a babbling baby blurts
Drooling in ink on paper as works
I suppose I still find peace
Even in mundane writing
I hope to write something great
To make a difference in a literary way
Turning the hearts of the fathers to the children
And the hearts of the children to the Fathers.)
Government voodoo policies
that fan the fangs of poverty
to forecast economic growth
Are yet unimaginable
Like one should go to hell to burn
And be there to dream of heaven
Is the government renewed hope
For its citizens doomed to hades
Citizens in misery lament
For a government of change
To bring that change that could not change
Their ill economic fortune
And in feigned triumphal entry
to aso ville, the rulers
Always hatched policies
Against overburdened citizens
Rather than expand production
reduce cost of goods and service
They ban subsidies, increase tax
Devalue the poor currency
Only to bask in extravagance
Against the rising tide of debt
And austerity drowning in
The masses in vanishing hope!
I must have promised to diligently strive
to get up each morning by half past five.
Drink my java, watch the news, keep
things quiet and let her snooze..
Wash up at our bathroom sink but keep
the faucet trickling so she gets a full drink..
Serve her a chicken pate dish, never meat
and seldom fish..
If I'm met with defeat offer a few temptation treats.
Brush my tresses and her hair, bless her with
a St. Anthony prayer..
Once the sun is fully up, let her out to strut her stuff..
When I forget or show some slack, I'm actually snubbed
by my very own cat!
I'll be sticking with this cat's agenda, heaven forbid I
might offend her..
The battle you fight
is also against your friends
linger in sheeps clothing
people have other
plans to cause chaos
for their hidden agendas
The Presidents Day urge to shop
Get to stores like on a bar hop
I'd visit them all
And splurge at the mall
But Amazon's my preferred stop
Pure Christianity forges ahead..'
Amidst these days of dread
Changless, by day; hour years!
Immutable truth ever near.'
Smashing chains and fear
Though the season is drear
It never falters, it holds so dear'
A kernel; that ever seeds; Love
Gifting to humans born from above.!
Theres a wish to punish the aged again.'
Its intended to start in old Britain..'
To protect their lives ostensibly
The government intend to be turn-key
To remove familiy contact (all for their good)
To sap their resiliance; its by many understood
Euthanistic doctors may be on hand??
You would almost think there is a plan??
A sort of plan-denic?? Is that at hand? Or is
Misinformation?? Abroad in the land?? So much
To consider.? So little to know.! But the biat is
Really rocking is one thing that shows..!
There's more to it than meets the eye,
A look we can't deny.
Beneath the surface, a hidden plan,
A secret scheme, a hidden hand.
Behind every smile, every word,
A motive, a mission, is inferred.
A hidden agenda lies within,
A purpose that's not always seen.
Sometimes it's for good, sometimes for ill,
A hidden agenda can't be still.
It moves and shifts, it's never clear,
A game of chess, a strategy near.
It's the unspoken words that reveal,
The true intent that we conceal.
A hidden agenda can be sly,
It can deceive, it can belie.
It's a double-edged sword we wield,
A weapon that can't be easily healed.
A hidden agenda can be a trap,
A snare that we can't escape from, in a snap.
But it can also be a force for good,
A way to help, a way to understood.
A hidden agenda can be kind,
A secret that can heal the blind.
So be careful with the hidden plan,
For it can lead to either ban or fan.
Choose wisely, and use it well,
For the hidden agenda can cast a spell.
© Roseline Sunday
22/03/023
points of interest
visitors from the future
bloody transgressions
We meet as a committee
The same four people monopolize it
They are the loudest, but not the most intelligent
I have no idea why the other five of us are here
I try to speak a few times but the four speak over me
They are dividing us, more than uniting us
Which is hilarious
When the agenda is how to unite our workers
I want to say something but there is no lull.
There are no pauses.
No way to get in a word let alone a sentence.
I am rolling my eyes, withdrawing now.
We could accomplish so much
If others were willing to listen to others.
Since they are not, we stay sadly divided.
It is as annoying as it is nonproductive.
Its now to question
It's now to dicuss
It's now deny
Any hold over us
By the spawn of
The unconscionable
The dregs of the dregs
The descendants of
Misfits septic as pus
Unacceptable beings
Being devoid of true
Soul, lovers of gloom
Who live as in holes
Like spiders in Webs
They only can kill
If their dens are not
Cleaned out; nows
No time to be still
It's time to be active
Spread the news all
Around , their agendas
Have lost it, Humanity
Is taking back ground.'
No agenda today, slip outside~ play
What did eyes spy, moon filling in day's sky
Fluffy clouds float around, for fun I stay
God's creation touches my soul, so I
Offer up inadequate praise, stand by
Flooded with feelings of love from above
The soft gentle cooing of the sweet Young Dove
My attention shifts to fall's light beauty
My spirit fills again, I fall in love
With creation's beauty~ Christian duty
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date posted: 11-16-2021
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