On maidens fair
and gents who dare
imagination will sprout wings
From culture clashes
and angry backlashes
dysfunction and violence spring
Throughout America, oh, dear,
Which let their Mr. Trump lead them
To believe it was all ok.
Now, America must say what
We all will experience
As Covid-19 does its thing
And backlashes us all insane.
It will be wild, us fighting it,
Without a vaccine to help us
Listen no more to anyone
Who’d lead us like sheep to slaughter.
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An historical voyage into deep blue yonder,
Frigid icebergs waiting in distant fog.
Backlashes the blue Atlantic Ocean,
immortal dreams of Rose and Jack Dawson.
"I am flying" ! , she exclaimed to the blue-eyed boy,
as their euphoric kiss electrified the briny air.
Pounding in the couch, laid the nude blue sapphire,
as our souls got seduced in dazzling desire.
Snuggling in warm breath of red rose petals,
he succumbs underneath a cold blue sky.,
A blue moon love story...
Survives eternal time, in silent stealth....
Death drowns all, the flash of arrogance and wealth.
11th January,, 2019
Trump Cashes In Again
Trump cashes in again on backlashes,
While many people he always trashes,
Since a tyke,
No one did like;
Orange shower is color of eye lashes.
Jim Horn
a strong and adverse reaction by a large number of people,
especially to a social or political development.
For she's running away from the backlashes
of her past.
Bringing the old into the new...
trying to kill the memories
that soaks the soul in a tainted
mask.
For she's lost in her own infatuation.
Being lead astray by words of deception
yet, she hasn't learned the lesson that
one needs not to prove ones
flaws and imperfections.
Always under the eyes of inspection
Trying to avoid dirty looks, gestures and
long awaited rejections.
For she is a beauty... hidden from what
she doesn't see.
For maybe oneday...she'll awake from the dream
and realize that she's much more than a
poor mans fantasy.
Living out of bags...going room to room
Searching for the security...
she once had and knew.
Going through the dances of the night...
became the role of a broken soul.
For she had no one to console...
yet, bold,cold,and untold stories
began to unfold.
Leaving her with more bruised emotions
and more despair to hold.
For one day she'd awaken to a new day...
excepting forgiveness and praise.
For she was blessed in awakening to
see another day.
Realizing that she was and is worth more.
when she
bowed her head, kneeled down and
prayed.
The End!
One hits thee with a switch
jumping hard made one flinch.
Running around the house like one
struck gold,
Scolding images unfold from your
damaged soul.
Hiding
Shying
and lying takes precedence over the sacrifices
of one's past,
Wondering and debating how long will this secret
convenience last?
Desperate searches for away out,
Hit's thee with a dramatic blast.
Yet scratches, backlashes, running dashes
and gashes sing a lonely song.
Not telling anyone is a reminder that you've
been wrong.
Pretending,
Scares never mending and defending your pieces of
mind will never come in time
that's why one keeps lying
So there's no show of a visible sign.
Tiffany