Best Districts Poems
Time to rest,
laying sound and ponder,
my mind will race and wander,
blinkers on, blinkers off,
time to turn my emotions off.
Mind, body and soul,
to each district my mind roll,
soul to soul as I go,
uplifting and peace,
but that districts a no no.
Oblivious to the carnage,
my good name may now be tarnished,
time for mind, body and soul to resolve,
the many reasons,
that make me want to evolve.
Times change to the present day.
No woman would dare knock on doors
in districts that are unknown,
for rapists are ever-present
to satiate their selfish lusts.
Gossip is called chatting,
with persons completely unknown
inside a virtual world called the internet,
while children are advised
never to divulge their names
Today I have put on locks galore
on our stout front door,
I see to it that it is always
safely and robber-proof closed.
to strangers or unknown neighbours
as lurking paedophiles are oft unknown.
Nor are children allowed to roam
in parks or meadows or fields
for fear of being abducted
and lost forever more.
All this is now called progress,
but friend, forgive me for
I still yearn for the good old days
when we were worse off when we were born.
TV
It is a strange country Portugal
You switch on the Tv, and there
are song and dance
From different districts
The formula is always the same someone a tune
People are familiar too, and there are two dancing girls
Moving about which appears unrehearsed
However, this doesn’t matter
They are famous in the local society.
The world is at a brink of war, but entertainment Is more critical.
Later in the evening, there is soccer that important
In Portugal, after a game, older men make
comment this is serious
bless them all, there is no war in Portugal
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
Tea party's house entertainer
Is speaker complainer Boehner
Citizens are strained
Anger's hardly contained
But he's on a right wing retainer
Author's note: Gerrymandered congressional districts have brought us house neo-cons who answer to some very foolish people. Now, these folks will stop at nothing to make their special interests even richer while the rest of us get poorer.
There is no envy
of where we live:
rundown apartment complexes,
dangerous housing projects.
Poorly zoned business districts
whose warehouses cut through our landscape
like the tombstone's of giants,
sitting tagged and vacant
from a boom that never happened.
We are a single community
divided amongst ourselves;
a dozen or so quarter mile barrios.
Each fiercely guarded
by angry, misguided youth.
They bleed to protect something
that’s worth absolutely nothing
for reasons hardly above reproach.
This is the land of concrete and graffiti;
broken knuckles and broken hearts;
the place where flashes of light
break the night and sometimes,
we die.
This is the crazy west side,
the youth wrecker,
the damager of all who dwell.
This is home, where the guns go off.
I lose my fingers keeping count
the number of kids lost by murder count
in the eastern districts media houses dread
Patches of brown-black roofs on aerial view
Aunt hills of buildings single roomed
Shoot to kill, a governing tool
Stiff figures of teens bullet riddled
a common thing amongst those
shortlisted by fate to call home
Survival be the theme
U haven't heard of Vumilia
a small suburb rich in thugs
at least that's the word best used
by the papers you so dearly trust
To denote a group of youths
unexposed to a mastery of trades
The elderly in their twenties
those swift enough to dodge bullets
agile enough to survive the batsmen
and have caught the eyes of political dignitaries
war veterans with all due respect
Kim was almost nineteen
died graffited with bullet holes
Sarah was barely seventeen
wrong place at the wrong time
shooter: a blue boy in his fortys
We hath from a vicinity
where weakness is a rare condition
and the site of a parked car
sparks a dollar bill imagery
crowded class rooms, empty bellies
a deadbeat government
a thing called hope
Americans For Fair Elections
Who is it now that pays the way,
Of politicians gone astray,
And who now will pave the way,
For that which they were paid,
We are Americans who stand true and proud,
Witnessing incredible devastations,
So we shout our mantra strong and proud,
We are 'Americans For Fair Elections'!
One contribution from those who vote you in,
Is all a candidate should be able to get.
To fund a political race to represent,
America for the people within their District,
People who no longer have a voice,
People now easily disregarded,
Who now find they have less of a choice,
Than when this democracy started,
No more party or government matching fund,
No special interest groups or big business,
All lobbying our district reps one by one,
And deciding who will lead our districts
These contributions have stolen our choices,
And all that we Americans hold most sacred,
These powers have now stolen our voices,
And our democracy now sits degraded,
We 'Americans For True Representation',
Now must take action and take back the reins,
We 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Must now rid ourselves of these stains,
And with the help of our fellow Americans,
We shall return the power to the people,
With every one of us taking a stance,
For together we are indeed powerful,
Through calls, letters, and petitions,
Once again we will make our voices heard,
Offering no retreat and no concessions,
We remain staunch and true to our word,
So be warned you who stand in our way,
For we will remember those with questions,
And those who will stand with us this day,
As 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Please visit 'Americans For Fair Elections' dot com,
And help us to pass the word of this movement on,
Or forward this poem penned by My Gull Wheels On,
a.k.a. Michael Wilson, Your fellow American!
I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. I see Kashmir through deserted eyes.
I am writing an elegy. While my Kashmir burns.
My blood has contents of a coward.
What results my thoughts will forward.
Tears have dried. Heart has cried.
My pen drops dead. Its enough, there is nothing to hide.
It’s his anniversary again. I forgot this day again.
I pray for his soul. While my Kashmir howls.
I can write no more. My pen drops dead.
But mouj Kashir wails:
Bullets won’t stop
Young souls will depart.
MEANING OF SOME WORDS FROM PART 1,2,3,and 4
Kashmir: Usually called "Switzeland of east".A disputed state. Presentely annexed by
India. There are almost 1 million army personals in kashmir. People are fighting against
their opression and anarchy. UN still declares kashmir as indepent country.
KL : Kuala lumpur. Capital of Malaysia.
Karbala: place in Iraq where grandson of Prophet Muhammed(PBUH. prophet of Islam) and his
followers where murdered.
Imaam: Person who is incharge of a mosque(muslim worshipping place)
Patan and Sopor: two districts in Kashmir
Kupwara: A district in kashmir were Indian army violates human rights at its best.
Mahjoor: Romantic Kashmiri poet
Khayam’s: A place in kashmir known for its barbeques.
Jhelum: a river that flows through Kashmir
Shah-Hamdan: A scared place to kashmiri's.
ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale: kashmiri translation of "Let you
sleep.Goobye May God protect you"
Madrasa: Place where children are taught Quran(holy book of muslims)
Gulistans: gardens of exquisite flowers
kaasmir: Kashmir in Indian accent. Usually people from other states of India pronounce
like that.
Dastegeer’s: scared place to kashmiri's
Maisuma : a place in kashmir where confrontations with Indian army are common.
Azadi: freedom in Urdu language.
Jinazah: a prayer offered when a muslim dies
khansaib-bun: a village in kashmir. known for its hills.
mouj Kashir : kashmiri translation of " mother Kashmir"
"The Thrilling In-Between"
Touched
Soft cerebral
warm breath
paints dusky the warm place
whispers across satin skin
laces come undone
on the lost floor fallen
her skin runs like a river
under the velvet of
his beckoning windows
she’s a mystery
as he tastes her
boundaries
between the
districts of
stay or go
Sliding hands
over a new map
uncovering secrets and
their uncharted territories
they're both deep
hidden-wells
he doesn’t want you
to feel ill at ease
she thinks where’s
the thrill in that, please?
genuflecting on her knees
Manifesting forbidden
apples is Eve
legs entwined around
Adam’s farewell green leaves
red cherry rose
lips to drink in
another’s soul
to taste and
Touch his
Soft cerebral
Moving ever closer
they dance the
Thrilling In-Between
two smiles evolve
conjoined flames
their largeness
in life grows
Burning hot
their sensual world
sanguine
immolating
cerebral soft
like a river
flows
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://youtu.be/6h_WMDMvlcQ
Molly Bloom's Soliloquay,
Chapter 18,
"Ulysses" by James Joyce
https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/j/joyce/james/j8u/episode18.html
“Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.”
“Bezirke”
Bit by bit
we build our walls
strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
Political Romantics
counting sheep
and numbers
we walk in our sleep
dreaming of doors
Opening inward
externally we are Bezirke
socialised in a stolen concerto
solo instruments with flat musical
composition, indoctrinated
sucked in
sucked up
hypnotised
by the totalitarian state
for our best interests
mesmerised
moving our hips
licking their lips
Bit by bit
we build our walls
Strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Brandenburg” / Apparat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crdqTf8ZnKQ
"A Hive Mind has no need for each individual part to have a positive idea of the whole, and to then repress its own inclinations by means of this idea. But in human totalitarianism, this is the central phenomenon, because they are all performing the same internal repression."
"The term “hive mind” refers to the apparent intelligence that emerges at the group level in some social species, particularly insects like honeybees and ants. ... Clearly the assimilation of human into a hive mind is supposed to be a bad thing, according to the writers of Star Trek: a unified consciousness or intelligence formed by a number of alien individuals, the resulting consciousness typically exerting control over its constituent members."
1. Bezirke/German
2. Totalitarianism
3. Covid19/Monitoring:
http://a.msn.com/01/en-au/BB12Bbym?ocid=se2
4. Orwellian
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orwellian
5. Mass Surveillance
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_surveillance
6. The Hive Mind:
https://majesticequality.wordpress.com/2010/06/13/on-our-fear-of-the-hive-mind/
7. Paper Tiger
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_tiger
Clean at hands….
We are light and airy utter.
We are poor also despair. We are differed much to rich in living ways. Poor are weak and bared with hands.
We are pan to hands. We will eat by mouths in hands.
Slums districts are dens and sinks. Kitchen sinks are needy life.
Some beset are poor with illness.
Sick in straits is very poor.
Humble man is poor and low.
All in that is nothing well.
Well of men are cadres PINKO also Hong kong commissioners.
Those would need the senses of good or shame.
Clean to govern all are must.
Pure as ascetic also all as common touches must always clean at hands and clean at minds.
Hong Kong Government Anti corruptions .organization is that as I.C.A.C commissioner scandals coming through is now.
I.C.A.C commissioner TOM HIM MING knows what to do.
However he had used a lot of ways to hide.
He had used the public moneys just to treat and serve some and those as china officers very well and fawning..TOM HIM-MING may be as other peoples known. He wishes to be promoted and boot to be incurred to be china congress man.
I.C.A.C is HONG- KONG famous desks with disciplines just for anti corruptions. For many years so awarded and famous are them. Most of us may thinks that all of them are upright also rectitude.
Whole of HONG KONG needs their helps.
Nabobs who bribery some are put in jails.
Police who bribery some are stirred and put in jails.
Officers stirred and put in jails.
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I used to steal to make a living
Now I catch those with horrible upbringings
I was a legend in my neighborhood until high school
Then I was taught that stealing and mischief was not cool
I served in the Navy after school for four years
Now I am a DARE cop in the districts ears
I have busted several students with drugs
Discovering their drug dealers lowly scugs
I had one case that took my heart away
A young mans courageous story I am about to relay
His name is Kyle Summers a 5th grader
His efforts were never greater
His older brother Mike was part of a local gang
Murder Mike was his alias nickname
He never murdered anyone though he did like to fight
One afternoon he picked a fight that wasn’t right
A drug dealer Cameron Danz was lacing his Marijuana with meth
Which wasn’t likely to be anything less then death
Mike saw this and confronted Cameron about who was to receive
It was a couple of first timers with a curiosity for weed
Take their money and get rid of some customers was his plan
For he had no more coming in for a monthly span
A fight ensued when the first timers where his brothers friends
He was hospitalized because Cameron hit him with his Benz
At the hospital Mike told Kyle of the horrible intentions
So Kyle set out for their fates prevention
He ran to me while school was just starting
And I called their parents to give them warning
They relayed that the kids already left for school
I jumped in my car and looked for them too
Kyle had seen the drop off point and left school to help
When he showed up the drugs where being dealt
Kyle shouted as loud as he could to warn
They heeded his call and cast away the drugs in the barn
Cameron was infuriated with this and dashed
With all the drugs and a fair amount of cash
Smiles filed the boys faces when he ran
Though they never expected to see him again
He returned with a gun and held them in place
“Beg or you get it in the Face!”
Kyle held still and yet maintained eye contact
That’s what set off his violent attack
Cameron shot in a rage and emptied the clip
In shock Kyle fell forward more than a slip.
I showed up and tackled Cameron just a little late
I couldn’t save him he soon met his fate
In my eyes he saved his friends and died
Though now I live with it and sometimes cry
Justice,
I remember fallacious accusations of some Pharisees
and scribes who were pushed by their leaders
so that they could bump of Christ Jesus.
Some of them could say loudly " He was saying that
He is the King of jews."
Others could say ," His teaching are true and powerful.
If we give Him chance to propagate his message ,
many people will leave us and follow Him. "
they did not want the true gospel to be promulgated
in different districts.
Justice,
The rich leaders were on hot chairs while thinking of losing their jobs and benefits
Then built hate in innocent poor people to loathe a person who loved them more than majority guilty party leaders.
The king found Christ Jesus was not guilty,
But majority infected people called for the liberation
of a dangerous criminal to swap with innocent Christ Jesus.
The queen had a bad dream and convinced his husband
to stop those cooked up accusations. As the top Judge
of tribunal, he failed to stop the death penalty of Christ Jesus because he wanted to please majority fouled people than making fair Judgment.
Justice,
How many innocent people are in some jails of the World?
How many poor people failed to pay some lawyers and ended up throwing in jails because of misrepresentations in different courts of laws?
Many masterminds of terrible crimes in the world are protected by some chiefs justices and judges in different countries because of their billions and powers
while some innocent people rot in jails.
The Sun King (Le Roi Soleil)
The eyes and lips reveal the majestic, arrogant, smug smile
Of King Louis the Fourteenth, poised pompously in regal style.
Painted in a robe of luxurious cloth of splendid colours,
Shod in high heels, and adorned with a wig to appear taller.
Hangs Rigaud’s nine-by-eight masterpiece portrait of terror
In the Musée du Louvre, a depiction of absolute power
That rips the heart of the patron to see a work of irony,
The evilness of tyrannical rule in splendid glory.
Proclaims the French sovereign by divine right of kings’ edict,
"L'État, c'est moi" ("I am the State!") of his Dominion’s districts,
Yielding a staff in his right hand to break the backs of his subjects
With his left hand free to draw the sword to smite those that reject.
On his deathbed, the journal records Louis le Grand to have said,
"Je m'en vais, mais l'État demeurera toujours.”
("I am going away, but the State will always remain.")
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Note:
“The Sun King (Le Roi Soleil)” is an ekphrastic poem describing the painting “King Louis XIV of France” (circa 1700/01) painted by Hyacinthe Rigaud (1659–1743). King Louis XIV [aka Louis the Great (Louis le Grand) or the Sun King (le Roi Soleil)] (1638–1715) ruled France for 72 years and 110 days, from 1643 until his death in 1715.