Best Bans Poems
16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland is on the run
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead our troops, to frighten the foe
Cumberland's men hunt us down
In every village and every town
Massacred, slaughtered
Wiped from our earth
Erased from the country of our birth
2000 men died to fight for their right
Against the British Armies might
Cameron's MacDonald's and Fraser's slain
Many other Clans, population drained
The survivors facing Hanoverian bans
Led to
The Scattering of the Clans
The Clan Chiefs lands, vast and many
Asset stripped, taken by the enemy
Alleged traitors tried, treason their crime
As Hanoverian Scum, on our riches dine
In the aftermath, many Scots left their shores
To distant lands to open new doors
Many writers on here
On their Ancestors scan
You may be here, because of
The Scattering Of The Clans
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Corona virus sent to try us
Unnerve Confuse deplete divide us
It comes to scare it comes to kill
The vulnerable the old and ill
It spreads it’s panic it spreads it’s fear
It’s harsh unjust mortal ,severe
Dark and viscous it seeks and thrives
Culling the weak ending lives
Misery uncertainty you cannot comprehend
Deviant Inimical it’s aim is to offend
It feels like a movie it feels like a dream
Locked down and scared I want to scream
Fear of the doorbell fear of the street
Fear of the people I once used to meet
Fear for the loved ones I cannot be near
Fear of the virus fear of the fear
War is atrocious but the enemy’s clear
But the Invisible virus will never appear
It’s in the air it’s on the ground
On things you touch it’s all around
it seeks and finds the weak and old
And suffocates until their cold
It has no conscience no concerns
It feeds and thrives it lives and learns
Destroys and ruins breaks and hates
Silently it decimates
It Spreads so fast it’s hard to cope
There is no cure there’s only hope
It deals in death as it passes by
No comfort for the ones who die
Annihilation? is it’s mission
It needs no help or no permission
A wake of tears and misery
Is the only trace it leaves to see
Its pray is helpless and will not know
Until it’s time for them to go
Hungry for another soul
It now ramps up The human cull
Seas and borders no protection
The world now waits for its infection
A tiny mist of human breath
Will make you ill or cause your death
So hide away beyond detection
Spare your kisses your affection
Hide so you may be ok
And live to fight another day
Hide so there will always be
A hope for our humanity
It will not relent There is no cure
So Stay indoors and lock your door
Spare your touch and wash your hands
Observe the rules advice and bans
Save your kisses save your hug
And we will beat this deadly bug
Superman has always been a superhero of mine
One of my favorites of all and that with me is more than fine.
Superman he's so handsome and he's so very cool
He can fly!And he's so bright,smart,and he's never a fool.
Superman in his superhero outfit looks so sharp and good
And for truth and justice for anyone always proud stood
There's no one in the world like Christopher Reeves as Superman
Superman fights for everything that stands for good and that's his plan.
Superman,fight for the American way and has tons of die-hard devoted fans
He always comes shining thru for all,evil in all his films he bans
Superman in the world of superheroes is my number one and many of us agreed
No other superhero can ever beat him with all its unique attributes indeed.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
10.09.14
Babes. Raised to outfit an agenda. The element of nature versus nurture. A pitbull is a dog like any other as is a Jew is a human like any other. Babes. Any dog any human, raised to be a weapon will be lethal. Babes. Any dog any human honed like a tool sharpened like a blade loaded like a gun is capable of being wielded. Babes. Breed bans and antisemitism feed ignorance punish innocence and fan the flames of the wielder’s fire. Babes. However destroyed at least the dogs do not have their humanity to lose.
on shredded babies
of pitbulls and zionists ~
monsters made not born
***
He bans MSNOW, CNN and Politico
Now even FOX shouts foul! No! No! No!
For our 1st Amendment right
we shall continue to fight,
King Trump, and Hegseth, and Rubio
—R.G
I march down the block with my neighborhood
Hold signs and picket all day as we should
It’s not a toast for Trump
But a roast of a rump
True patriots defend due process—understood?
—I Am Anaya
“Freedom Fall 8 and the Removal of Ray Bans”
The Dilettante Diaries: New Chapter
Sometimes it’s necessary
to
Lose
to
Win
Freedom Fall 8
Sans Rays
A new chapter.
Light, waves
and
dances
barefoot
with the
Soft gumshoes
Hustling to Win
with the
Gilded Morai
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight-ball
Break:
One person is chosen by some predetermined method (e.g., coin toss, lag, or win or loss of previous game or match) to shoot first, using the cue ball to break the object-ball rack apart. In most leagues it is the breaker's opponent who racks the balls, but in some, players break their own racks. If the breaker fails to make a successful break—usually defined as at least four balls hitting cushions or an object ball being pocketed—then the opponent can opt either to play from the current position or to call for a re-rack and either re-break or have the original breaker repeat the break.
If the 8 ball is pocketed on the break then the breaker can choose either to re-spot the 8 ball and play from the current position or to re-rack and re-break; but if the cue ball is also pocketed on the break then the opponent is the one who has the choice: either to re-spot the 8 ball and shoot with ball-in-hand behind the head string, accepting the current position, or to re-break or have the breaker re-break.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1sDx8VDzB8
To the Dove World Outreach Center and Westboro Baptist Church
At the Sunday gospel meeting
Coded words of hate repeating
Welcome in if you're Caucasian
Enter not if black or Asian
Sheeple purple Kool-Aid drinking
For the ones who do their thinking
Giving up their right to question
For a soothing mind possession
You'll take no vino with the host
It might offend the Holy Ghost
So you'll save your Ray-Bans for
The covered drive-thru liquor store
Come sit upon the front row pews
Be born again to hate the Jews
All brother this and sister that
Unless you wear a bishop's hat
You handle snakes and speak in tongues
But you can't even spell in one
You know a single Spanish phrase
And that's "Habla usted ingles?"
You can abuse that Venezuelan
While you worship Sarah Palin
Who can stoke your fiery yearning
For a little Koran burning
You're the lily of the valley
At the LGBT rally
In the spirit charismatic
And the gun on automatic
Time to do some holy rolling
Just outside your place of polling
In each verse and chapter quoting
Clear instructions for your voting
* Title is from The Merchant of Venice - Act 1, Scene 3
We have been coaxed by honeyed words,
Deranged by colonized thoughts, my sons.
Our sinews have furnished their bans
While we are submerged in poverty’s fangs.
You hold to each others’ throat
Nourished with daggers from intruders’ moats.
Is this how you want My bloodline to end?
If Lance Armstrong isn’t King of Cheaters
He’s most certainly on the royal court
No soul to sell, that former world-beater
Poster boy for putting self before sport
The town’s old sheriff, asleep at the wheel
Cheaters get a tiny slap on the hand
Much more than laurels the swindlers do steal:
People’s respect for all sports in the land
Now think of a world record that’s been set
Or a gold medal won, do you figure--
When was the last time you were confident
Physiology hadn’t been jiggered?
I say throw cheaters out for evermore
For how else will people ever believe
That sport’s integrity has been restored
And the whole world is not being deceived?
The human potential, heart, and effort
The only measure, else there is no sport.
3/26/16
Winter
Winter glows, it's drifts, it's plains, soft and white.
It's cold belies a threat to all, fear it!
It's there come night or day death don't forget!
Wrap up warm, keeps death at bay, heed, now play!
Spring
If it sticks to form, new life created.
Greedy winter lingers Jack Frost fickle.
Climate change is causing all life to stress!
But she, Mother Nature forced, her plight doomed!
Summer
The best for a very long time, warning,
Presents problematic drought, hosepipe bans!
Use it wisely, enjoy, have loads of fun.
Summer, time for laughter, seaside picnics.
Autumn
The end results of spring, summer, their plight!
For most flora, respite and autumn hues,
Orange, yellow and red and gold, enjoy!
Eyesights, banquets, behold the joy of death!
Climate Change
The cause, planet earth has tilted, a fact!
Nothing to do with pollution but heed
Don't be complacent pollution must stop!
It does affect and help climate warming!
There sits on my shoulder is a small man
Looking like he’s my real alter ego
Surely seeming not to ever let go
Telling me of things to do, what I can
Sometimes he tells me to run, then I ran
I have little to hold, little to show
With him I can’t do what I surely know
He keeps me from joy, and with life he bans
Little fearful being which he creates
Making me do things I don’t want to do
Never does he go and alleviate
He posts deep hatred into what is new
Painful pieces of life he wallows in
I wish he was gone, and would take a spin
Russell Sivey
16th April 1746
The day a country ceased to exist
British Army, Hanoverian scum
Defeated our Jacobite's
Scotland's is on the run
Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more
To lead our troops, to frighten the foe
Cumberland's men hunt us down
In every village and every town
Massacred, slaughtered
Wiped from our earth
Erased from the country of our birth
2000 men died to fight for their right
Against the British Armies might
Cameron's, MacDonald's and Fraser's slain
Many other Clans, population drained
The survivors facing Hanoverian bans
Led to
The Scattering of the Clans
The Clan Chiefs lands, vast and many
Asset stripped, taken by the enemy
Alleged traitors tried, treason their crime
As Hanoverian Scum, on our riches dine
In the aftermath, many Scots left their shores
To distant lands to open new doors
Many writers on here
On their Ancestors scan
You may be here, because of
The Scattering Of The Clans
After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,
The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,
Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,
They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,
What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,
They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,
Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,
For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,
When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,
So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,
In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,
On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,
They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!
As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,
But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,
And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,
And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,
So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,
Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,
But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?
They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,
The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,
They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,
So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,
So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
I was watching the TV the other day
When a certain Rerun began to play.
It brought me back to one of my brain's stifled bans
Because it was about Lucas McCain...the Rifleman.
All of a sudden I was drenched by a flood
of Western Shows that have been long since dead.
I'll just begin with a few you may remember
Like Marshall Dillon - later Gun Smoke as it came on one September.
But I remember The Cisco Kid
and how Poncho always did what he did
we can't forget the masked stranger
who of course turned out to be The Lone Ranger
Then there was Wyatt Earp, Cimmaron Strip, and Rawhide too,
The Guns of Will Sonnet and a Wagon Train rumbling through.
Will anyone ever forget Paladin in Have Gun - Will Travel
or Trackdown or Wanted Dead or Alive with Josh Randall?
Can we ever forget The Big Valley,
or the Ponderosa's size when Bonanza came on the tele.
There were Tales of Texas Rangers and even an F Troop,
Let's not forget Rin Tin Tin and how down on the bad guys he'd swoop.
I still can see Lash Larue and Hopalong Cassidy with his black hat
There were Three Mesquiters to watch when I sometimes sat.
Do you remember Yancy Derringer and his friend Pahoo
or Johnny Yuma, The Rebel who never yelled "Yahoo"!
Maverick, Sugarfoot, and Cheyenne were favorites of mine
There are too many more here for me to rhyme.
Many a big star began on that little screen
If it hadn't been for the Westerns...What would they have been?
It can be fun thinking about some of those shows
Because they are a part of TV nostalgia as everyone knows.
They have come and gone like the heroes they'd portray
I remember the Westerns...and their horse's neigh.
“Violets are Blue”
In this new space
you came in fast
like a meteor
I hesitate to say
you were smooth
in this new space
no one can hear
the sound bite,
but they
see the thoughts
of you
behind the windows
of their craft
helpless of this
new lifeform
this evolving state
of undress
addressing the
lack of hesitation
such a masterful
command in control
of a new language
sans speaking
sans ray bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens creation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
the star ship voyager voyeur
come in out of the cold
from the big blue
like a sky god
you smile,
you think, danger
danger will robinson,
cheese, is only
for the Moon,
but missing gravity
lost in space
is enough to make,
an ancient
astronaut
swoon
you’re way past
Major Tom
and ground control;
the court's yours
you think, a
slam dunk sink
incorrigible
spirit so blithe
piloting this new space
The Watchers
besides themselves
who's steering
the ship? now?
at the windows
hard pressed
observing new hues
absent crew
confederate ghosts
burning up a storm
in the cosmic mist
such lascivious lifeforms
sans sans
sans Ray Bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens
situation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)