The censorship
Who would have guessed that X should
practice censorship, but it does
A person called Tommy Robertson has
been giving free rein to spew out his
hatred of migrants, mainly from Muslim countries
countries
In Tommy's mind, every migrant is a rapist
He hammers nonstop about the crime
they commit
One understands that the mass migration of
Poor people from Muslim countries are
a problem, caused by politicians, that
have not reduced the inflow, it is not the
migrants per se
Tommy Robertson is a vulgar agitator
who has been giving free rain on X to
to spew his hatred, to the point of defending
Israel's atrocities in Gaza and the West Bank
In Tommy's mind, a good Arab is a dead one
I have tried to be critical of him
But what I write is being censored
None of my criticisms of Tommy Robertson
Once they are published, they disappear
before the ink is dry
One has also noticed that George Galloway
are not saying anything critical, wanting
to keep his audience on X,
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit
supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading
liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
I bask in my sorrow
Where once again we must witness
humanity's frail idiocy
Another lone agitator and deceived soul
spreads violence and his ego's greed
It shows the world that he has never
had his own thought.
Can no one spare us from those
that will use this to stand on and see
their pure lying righteous?
The egg said to the bacon
“What is wrong with you?”
“You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter”
“All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?”
The Bacon replied with a sigh
“What is wrong with you?
“You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter”
“All the bacon is confused about why nothing matters.”
The egg supplied this retort
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Why can’t we just lie here with grace?”
“And accept the inevitability that we all must face”
The bacon responded, quite annoyed
“Right there. That’s the problem.”
“Why would you accept your demise with grace?”
“And miss an opportunity staring you right in the face”
The egg, getting hot with wonderment, stated
“I’m still not convinced”.
“I fail to see the point of the fuss and the splatter.”
“None of this can save me. None of it matters.”
” The bacon, heating up with resolution, countered
“Mr. Egg, be convinced!”
“There is a warning attached to the fuss and the splatter.
“If it saves one strip of bacon, then it matters”
A character study done here.
You always liked to stir things up.
Like a washer agitator
You thought your tactics a good touch.
Stirring, stirring until worn out
A good name you just loved to smear.
The fabric ripped, buttons cracked, gone.
Desiring to ruin a nonsuch.
You'd set the trap, you fishhook baiter.
Carrying on life, minutes later
You'll never change, your ways all set.
But sometimes now at life you clutch.
I had hoped you'd change soon, my dear
Doing your service still your waiter
This is actually a Bref Double poetry form but somewhat the same as Quatorzain.
those daring men of the truth
The Australian who has been in jail for years to avoid
being sent to the USA, where he will get
further jail terms
He, I'm sure, is difficult to live with and has little tolerance for
other people's views, it goes with the terrain, famous men
who fight for the truth tend to be a handful
We in Europe know of his valiant effort to get the truth
of the war in Syria published
What I don't do the American public know this,
or has the press
made him into a traitor?
We have a man, a protestor, a thorn in Putin's
side it's said
found dead in his cell. and we, with scant knowledge
we have of Russian affairs, and automatically
we blame Putin!
this agitator, who appeared to be wealthy or had benefactors
to make it possible for him to travel around protesting
One thinks that Putin, was useful in telling us all how
democratic Russia is, as the living standard gets better and better
Those who murdered this deluded man are mighty enemies
of President Putin, try to blacken his name and preventing
him for seeking a third bid
The outside the world,
it moves without our effort.
Life goes on normally, without our interference...
Without asking our permission...
on TV THEY CRY ANOTHER DEATH...!
A television death...!
A movie production...
our little death
of cultural agitator. it does not have
importance...
The more our runt poet,
inquisitor of mighty misdeeds...
We poets, we are just
crazy dreamers, fossil remains,
of the belligerent society...
Who would come visit us, read us?
Who would give us any value...?
Nobody, really... but only you
to this, please,
don't throw banana peels at us,
do not throw peanuts in us...!
Yet we are not monkeys!
we are just human beings
asking for humanity...!
Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
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24/02/2021
Follow the rules or what?
Will you hit me with a belt?
I am an American you know.
So, I don't dig the junk you blow.
I can see what's coming down
the pike!
You think I acquiesce and never strike?
It's an indoor arcapelego in California,
in case you don't know.
The ruse is the people here rejoice in
being lock downed, find it innocent
as snow?
I said this once is another poem,
But to repeat:
We have Stockholm Syndrome and
we just happily glow?
It's not funny nor acceptable to me
when I have no rights but an anarchist
does?
Californians' brains are covered with
Covid 19 fuzz!
I loathed Hitler and all he stood for
and more.
Covid is a virus Nazi, who will take any
freedom you do not fight for.
Better to be an agitator and take to
the streets.
How about " Freedom Matters?"
I would call that a respectable treat.
We need not burn down the town.
Leave that to anarchist clowns.
Stop being patsys, stop following
the rules.
We won't stop though,we already
bought the Syndrome tools!
Category Freedom
September 25, 2020
6pm PST
Anger, purer than dark chocolate
A seat, right next to the agitator, yet still underneath
Our system is not working.
We are busted, building Babylon,
and now the essence is dust,
all in my eyes, causing tracing,
all in my mouth, causing
silence.
Doctor Martin Luther King Junior
a black man from Atlanta, Georgia.
An activist and visionary
he spoke against racial injustice.
This Nobel Prize-winning man of peace
preached tolerance and non-violence.
Challenging bigotries and hatred
he marched against discrimination.
He struck a match against ignorance,
lighting liberty's torch for freedom.
And boldly opposed segregation,
standing up to white America.
His public-speaking abilities
both enraged his foes and won him friends.
And government bigots denounced him
as a dangerous agitator.
A pacifist, he shared his dream of
whites and blacks united in friendship.
Unshackled from the past, free at last,
"thank The Lord All Mighty, free at last."
His light refused to be extinguished
when James Earl Ray shot him in Memphis.
And now his life is celebrated
each year, on Martin Luther King day.
(Blank Verse)
11/14/2017
Horn Combined Not Maligned Haiku
Cat is not a pain
Over house has a free rein
Which is domain.
I did discover,
To interrupt is corrupt;
Always done abrupt.
Is agitator
Also manipulator;
Even a traitor.
Between is schism;
Nationalist populism;
Read in catechism.
Was on Morning show this
morning but kind of re-written
by me.
Liked living at lodge;
Message having a collage;
Painful things did dodge.
Must go to college
So I can obtain knowledge;
Apparently, Trump forgot to do.
My clothes are involved;
Seasonal strictly revolved;
My problem was solved.
Have you ever had
A wife who keeps complaining;
Your will wear same clothes.
(This secret thought I should
expose.)
Jim Horn
by Robert(Bob)Moore © 2016
Do you remember Dolly Blue,
Carbolic soap and brownstone too
mam at the copper, stick in hand
to stir the clothes, so they’d look grand
squeeze out the water, through the wringer
be careful though, don’t trap your finger
‘cause that might hurt and make you cry
then hang them on the line to dry
Then came machines, with an agitator
just throw stuff in and come back later
still have to put them through the wringer
that’s still a danger to your finger
Then came spin dryers, they make a din
you just throw all of the wet clothes in
then hang them out upon the line
that’s OK if the weathers fine
Next came the dryer, to make them dry
just flick a switch, and watch them fry
don’t need to hang them out today
so the washerwoman just faded away.
“What’s One?”
Guru of algebra: One is One.
Suffrage agitator: One is vote.
Labour party leader: “Claps” is ONE.
Conservative party leader: ONE is “claps”.
Egalitarian: One is ANY.
Sociologist: One is many.
Psychiatrist: One is hidden.
Philosopher: One is what.
Brother polygamist: One is a quarter.
Dictator: 1 is I.
Home Office Minister: ONE is who.
Poet: two are halves of one.
Tunis, March 2010
Gigantic gimmick a political gentlemen.
Genuflected genre mathematician gild fan.
Mirific misemploy a flamboyance rolling can.
Doxology douceur dormouse examplar excavator,
Agitator moisture nodulation a lepid swan.
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