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The artwork shows a
female gymnast balancing on a pile of rubble
on the side of a building damaged by Russian strikes
The graffiti artist posted three images
the piece Friday on social media,
with a simple caption reading "Borodyanka, Ukraine,"
using an alternative spelling for the town's name
Speculation had been mounting that
Banksy was in the war-torn country after a series of murals
appeared in Borodianka, located about 35 miles northwest of the capital, Kyiv
The town came back into Ukrainian control on April 1
returning residents found their houses ransacked and shops pillaged with windows broken and contents stolen
The letter "V" a symbol used by Russia's Eastern Military district in concert with the letter "Z" an emblem for Moscow's so-called "special military operation" was found painted on buildings, vehicles and checkpoints
Who's Banksy? Clues about the mysterious artist!
Slippery, provocative, mysterious Banksy, the British artist
whose identity is still unknown,
is considered one of the main contemporary street art icons
His art, many times satirical,
address universal issues such as politics,
culture or ethics
In the center of Los Angeles, an "unauthorized" Banksy’s exhibition,
dedicated to the enigmatic artist,
lets visitors dive into the controversial artistic universe
of the most influential creator of present time
Stop pulling your mischievous high jinks - currently, the wind of change stinks
Winds of change are not always good - they can be grossly misunderstood
Winds of change are just blowing smoke - spouted by a deluded bloke
Don’t believe a word from Blog bullies and blowhards - they won't change their ways
PS encourages creativity – poets CAN post ten per day
I got fed up of snide little digs about people who write poop poems
I am not stuck for turds - I'm saving my witty words for my next book
This month she's a singer
in public lewd and crude
pushed into the limelight
and usually half nude
Next month she'll be a model
a drug-addicted child
in and out of courtrooms
another youth gone wild
The latest greatest train wreck
is just another face
she'll rise and fall so quickly
then another takes her place
Each new one tries to outdo
the ones that came before
with even bigger scandals
and troubles by the score
Just 25 and burnt out
used up and thrown away
disposable celebrities
come and go each day
And tragically for some
they lose their very lives
they're just another headline
on which the public thrives
Created in a board room
churned out at record pace
the latest greatest train wreck
has come to take your place
A tree stands alone
Poets see such different
Views to write haiku
A wet dirty pig shares mat with the king
to a pregnant whore, a priest is the cause
for days, man wears an old woman's stained string
mouth-sucks the pus out of Dog's wound, because
on-demand pleasure to both, it will bring
like twin siblings in unholy intercourse
pierced all round the face are hundred large rings
putting the exposed skin under a curse
freedom of expressions leads to bravery
making morals go out of season
decency tamed with a shrinking ovary
for every deed, there's no need for a reason
even this message and its delivery
is now considered human rights treason.
They will make
glass cells
filled with small
bugs that
believe in tiny universes.
They will
harvest the hydrocarbon
gasses bugs
spawn from the sunlight
to heat their coffee cups.
Dear AD,
Have you heard latest
scoop? Sorry I did not eat my
Soup and thrown for a loop.
Jim Horn
It was I.
IT! WAS! I!
2000th year was rolling by.
Who concocted this chrism mix?
Who altered my course to dip?
Then,
Into Murky Lake Michigan.
Who orchestrated my first baptism?
There.
Then commanded a second.
Truth to tell ,really, no kidding.
I pray, now.
"Will anyone ever go fishing there again."
Truth, Father!
Yes, Truth to tell!
Looking above.
I saw no Dove.
Just a wanton mistress.
At the Eiffel Tower, atop.
Waving champagne cork and mop.
Please stop!
To shop.
Truth Father.
What's happened in fifteen years? (2015)
You Say Just ask!
I'd really like to know.
Why all the acumen, "Doom & Gloom?"
Mops changed to a vacuum broom; bro.
Will He be coming soon?
Let the Light shine inward.
I'll hide my silly grin, Nerd.
That I was.
Will the Bad doggie roll over?
Let the Good doggie in, Cause.
Brothers & Sisters.
Please don't frown,
At my blatant history Lesson.
Or, be intent.
Towards the wrong impression.
Its very wise to bark.
My latest, latent-est confession.
What,s happened in fifteen years? (2015)
The full moon last night.
Shinning, like a hallow Bulb.
Is Doom & Gloom, to wallow in?
Whitening out all tomorrow?
Yesterday is past.
Just ask.
Present moons drip waxing soil,
Inward.
Glowing maidens lamps chocked.
With precious oil.
What's happened in fifteen years. Psalms 19, Proverbs 11,14: 12,15
the haiku famous
nation of conservation
who will save the whale
© Harry J Horsman 2018
With all the crap that's been recently going on
Just gather around, let's sing freedom's song
Let's not come unhinged
By this lunatic fringe
They're just the very latest of the world's ding dongs
© Jack Ellison 2015
have heard latest scoop
do join poetry group
then should have some soup
(take ride on a sloop)
(stand under a stoop)
(around start to troop)
(be thrown for a loop)
(clean poop from a coop)
(clean up all the goop)
(then jump through a hoop)
(then eat cantaloupe)
I’ve been on every diet known to man
Atkins, Lemonade, Cabbage and f-plan
And I’ve never lost a thing worthy of mention
But I try every new one, full of good intention
Now I'm on the Whisky diet, which I’m taking steady
And do you know I've lost three days already.
The day dawned bright and clear,
Crystal drops shimmer on the still air,
An eagle glides on silent wings,
So's not to spoil God's tranquil scene.
The sun's ray grew wide and strong,
Enveloping the night as dawn came on,
The air was fresh, the birds did sing,
A true gift from God our King.
And yet, just out of sight
The mornings glow was just as bright,
The scene was busy as life went on,
Until lightening and thunder stopped the song.
It was then the scene did change,
As their eyes and lungs did sting,
Smoke and fire was everywhere
And panic screams filled the air,
This can't be true, not here you see,
This land is ours, this land is free.
How and who would soil it's name,
Upon his soul this leaves a stain.
And where am I as this crime is done?
Enjoying God's gifts safe from harm.
Only when I hear the news,
Do I know what we can lose!
As our neighbors lend a hand,
Trying hard to save our friends,
They are proving once again,
A Patriot's Dream can truly win.
They raise Ol' Glory on Iwo Jima,
Or freeze at Valley Forge,
They race up San Juan Hill again,
And feel Pearl Harbor's full force.
Each and every name you read,
That perished from this insane deed,
Can hold their head strong and high,
A hero true for you and I.
Wish I could be there for you
As they lay you 'neath her soil,
You have given all you could,
God bless your precious soul.
Our forefathers needed to be Free,
So they chose this land,
May our sons and daughters not have died in vein
Please God, Keep Us In Your Hands.
Cile Beer
written on the famous 9/11
Verse 1
First time I saw you under that summer moon
Your eyes blazed me promised tomorrows in June
Baby that smile melted this man's frozen heart
We drowned willingly in love never drifting apart
Verse 2
Those lips of yours beckoned so sweetly to me
Golden hair flowed so gently in a soothing breeze
Alabaster arms reached out pulling me to your face
My injured spirit invited within that loving embrace
Chorus:
Yeah there you stood girl
Dancin' without dancin'
Floating into my eyes
There you stood girl
Verse 3
Ya know darling, you spoke a thousand words
All the while only a moment passing I heard
My wonderful angel you flew to me that very day
Your voice ringing over vast oceans asking to stay
Chorus: Repeat Twice
Yeah there you stood girl
Dancin' without dancin'
Floating into my eyes
There you stood girl
Tag: Final Fading
Yeah, there you stood girl
There you stood girl
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - BMI - All Rights Reserved
According To My Latest Math
What I did determine was my latest math,
Had ended up on a very unpleasant path;
Am all alone;
Weep and moan,
And being full of pain and so much wreath.
Jim Horn