Best Revenues Poems
The children, O God, the children,
this world unworthy of their grace,
their innocence, their trusting faith,
vulnerable babes of each race.
Why do men and women abuse
these who are freshly come from You,
making of them foul merchandise
to increase evil revenues,
in all the world, in each nation,
sacrificed for wicked purpose
on aberrant lust's cold altar,
acts in man's perverted circus.
Where is the cry for the children--
abused, starved, murdered, raped, enslaved?
My heart bleeds for the innocents,
to rescue them, make our hearts brave!
© Faye Lanham Gibson, May 5, 2015
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
Let someone's light shine everywhere,
darkness must not prevail when hope becomes
the candle that flickers waiting to die,
but somewhere a rising voice sings
and makes pretty roses bloom and butterflies fly:
come out of your hiding and dare
to defy anyone who doesn't care!
Like most of us, you have gone through hell,
beaten your chest, and cried from pain and dire:
isn't it time to make amends and restore inner peace?
Put love first and listen to the sweet sound of a bell,
when harmony is missing: life becomes a sky without geese...
a meadow without flowers, a face without a smile!
Let someone's light shine everywhere, let it scatter
shadows that hide every star insight, and the nocturnal visions
we seek in surrealistic dreams not limiting our fantasy;
if Earth is our home, let's live here peacefully...
caring for others and taking care of each other.
Nobody must be neglected, even without possessions;
derelicts can fill up their paper bags without revenues...
don't look at their worn-out clothes that resemble rags
and might tell us a pitiful tale, let's consider their values!
Like many who have put their ultimate faith in trustworthy people
and got disappointed, they show anger, discontent, and mistrust;
when all else fails, you have God to rely upon: he's your last resort,
He will not dishearten you but make you strong and not tumble!
Rappelez-Vous
(English translation below original French)
Rappelez-vous les petits fils
Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres
Raconter des histoires d’ infanteries
Et de battailles de la premiere guerre.
Rappelez-vous des braves garcons
Qui s’imaginaient etre des soldats,
Qui plus tard servaient le drapeau American
En tant que veritables soldats.
Rappelez-vous des pauvres parents
Qui ont recu des telegrammes et des lettres,
Et qui apres ont place indefiniment
Des etoiles d’ors aux fenetres.
Rappelez-vous de chaque petite amie
Qui esperait un jour se marier
Avec son beau voisin-ami
Qui ne va jamais plus rentrer.
Rappelez-vous des nouvelles jeunes veuves,
Avec ses petits orphelins des peres,
Qui devaient subir les enormes epreuves
D’elever leurs enfants sans l’aide des peres.
N’oubliez pas les anciens jeunes garcons—
Les chanceux qui ont survecu
Et regardent souvent les horizons lointains
Cherchant leures ami-fantomes qui ne sont jamais revenues.
Remember
Remember the grandsons
Who listened to their grandfathers
Tell stories of infantries
And battles of the first war.
Remember brave boys
Who pretended to be soldiers
Who later served the American flag
As real soldiers
Remember the poor parents
Who received telegrams and letters
And who afterward indefinitely placed
Gold stars in their windows.
Remember each girlfriend
Who hoped to marry someday
Her handsome neighbor/friend
Who will never come back again.
Remember the new young widows,
With their little fatherless children
Who had to undergo the enormous ordeals
Of raising children without a father’s help.
Don’t forget the former young boys-
The lucky ones who survived,
And often look at the far horizons
For their phantom-friends that never returned.
We the old and broken, have become the pawns
in the grand game of politics. We are as in the game
of chess of the lowest esteem, expendable
if not worse unwanted, a barganing chip.
For three years we haven't even received
a cost of living increasee
while their income they have
increased handsomely.
They have as they so often do broken
their promise to us. Social security was a
promise made by them, that we paid
for when we were able to work,
extracted from every pay check we earned.
Those revenues where to be put in a trust
for us to draw from when the time came
that we had need of them. However our
government for decades have used those
funds as they pleased, for things other than
what they were intended for. Why am I not surprised?
because our so called public servants have
broken countless promises and in the process
lined their pockets from the spoils of their deceptions.
The Bill of Rights and the Constitution
they have shredded and the first casulity
was the truth, now we are the second.
Most of our fatrhers fought and many died to
defend the rights that they have cast into the
the trash heap. Our national debt is now beyond
any hope of us ever repaying, robbing the young of
any hope of a future or even a job, taxes they will have
to pay tremendous to pay for there folly. China Told
President Obama, We're not going to lend you any more,
sure can't say I blame them, probably never pay back what
we already borrowed form them. England is burning because
of the same folly of the politicians, won't be surprised
if the same thing takes place here. People with no hope
and no future what do they expect. They'll go on filling their
pockets with the taxes we all pay, the don't care it's all
well and fine for them. Will give themselves another big
pay increse next year, you just wait and see. Like mother
Hubbard everyone elses cubbard is bare, no bone for
the doggies anymore. They have destroyed everything
Along with, "One nation under God". This once upon a time
good nation has quite literally gone to the "Dogs". The only
Thing that I can say is that I wouldn't have said before,
I'm ashamed of what this nation has became.
Dear friend, do not imitate what is evil
but what is good. Anyone who does
what is good is from God.
Anyone does what is evil
has not seen God.
3 John 1:11
Most religions claim to be peaceful
While there is no peace on earth today.
Why? Because some religious folks hide devil
in their hearts and continue doing evil mostly.
Look at the religious conflicts in Nigeria,
Israel, Palestine, Pakistan , India
and other few countries where some humans
always kill each other because of different religions.
If God is One amongst us on earth
Did He appoint some individuals to always
exterminate others for His personal revenues?
No and no! This world needs peace - just peace , Yeah!.
July 23/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Ah, faith! Golly gosh, life in the city!
Hustle and bustle n' a big metro wander
Exhaustion, life, anger and pretty gritty
Misty, grimy lights loudly grab a beggar
The sidewalk shops like a cold surround
Hot action, big ole' vanilla sidewalks
Graffiti walls, in dab color bound
Hot streets quietly grab nighthawks
Where is the sunny cloud vapors?
In downtown burg retreats
Out above on dark street skyscrapers
Crestin' over in mean dark streets
U' gotta love corner words
Chatter, rattle, natter, prattle
People jabber like yakkety-yak birds
Cigarettes gab under dark doorway shadow
Gazing in windows calmly at low down
In dusty, dry walk-in cafes
Grimy flowers grab at dead grass mown
Fish eyeing brutal building facades, near dead eye alleyways
Oh, noise!
Man like a machine
Never like a jackhammer that annoys
The faceless toiler that is mean and lean
Horn noise, action, in a 'crown vic'
Cabbies scowering for revenues
While crashing, dashing in street quick
O' life in bright light big city blues
Within the blah blah blah, heart of the city
You can endure all that jazz you wish it to be
non notables
same is to same old
repeat offenders
nothing new
back scratch revenues
old poets club.
canned scriptures
wasted words
post mortem phrases
casket contusions
dead dendrites.
old poet network news.
boring, blatant, bygones,
corporeal cripples.
Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...
The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...
The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...
WHO DROPPED THE LOVE BOMB?
Who dropped the love bomb?
Yes, I confess
it was I-
Who let it fall from the sky.
I flew over the battle-
In my stealth peace jet-
And I dropped the love bomb
I have no regret
Yes I dropped the Love Bomb-
For this " crime" I must pay
For now all the people
Are happy and gay
I dropped the love bomb
From up above
And now the whole world
Has fallen in Love
I dropped the Love bomb
That I will never regret-
I dropped the Love bomb-
That they'll never forget
Now In the aftermath of my responsible action
The whole world is filled
with peace- satisfaction
In the wake of the loving madness-
Every soldier is filled
with goodwill and gladness
And no-one gets killed
Happy people
Without fears-
without care
are scattered all about-
everywhere
Mirth Is Strewn haphazardly
about on the ground
There's no more despair-
There's peace all around-
The Tanks and guns are abandoned and silent
The Generals are doing a Salsa dance
No one is violent
They've all decided to give peace a chance
I dropped the love bomb
World leaders all
insist I was wrong
They can't let this state of affairs carry on
Everybody's singing a cheesy love song-
World leaders are making a tremendous fuss-
They no longer have any control over us.-
I dropped the Love bomb
It was on the TV News
The governments and warmongers are devastated
They're singing the blues-
This peace will cost them zllions in revenues
They say unless
hatred
is very soon reinstated.
To a future of peace-
The world is now fated.
I dropped the Love Bomb
It was my soul/sole decison
It hit its target with lively precision
The "victims" are still all hugging and kissing
But The governments are still fuming and hissing-
The bankers are losing in revenues
And peace is all you see on the TV news.
Yes-I dropped the love bomb.
Yes I take all the blame-
It felt so good
I want to do it again.
A lot of malls are closing
(As I found out in the news)
‘Cause empty stores must equal
A decline in revenues.
For many folks despise the trip –
The traffic, parking, gas –
Especially when Amazon
Has bargains that surpass.
With just one click, your every wish
Comes true at your command
And you don’t have to schlep those bags,
So heavy in your hand.
A way of life is passing by,
For better or for worse
And soon our homes will be the measure
Of our universe.
Bringing out struggles and hardships
Echoing pain from within myself
Resounding outside my protective walls
Going again and again
Seeking relief from internal struggle
Trying new revenues for my suffering
Desperate for the answer
I turn to things forbidden and hurting
I slowly lose my sanity
As I watch the blood pour from man-made wounds
Leaking out tears and the essence of life
Leaving out pain from all thought
Ignoring the burning will power to start again
Recreating stains of ruby red
Calling for a hopeless world
That only turns their backs
I find the will to end what I started
Finishing my self-inflicted torment
And wishing I could block the pain that escaped from the holes I never thought I'd make...
Dreams continue as he pursues and fits into those new life shoes/
Steams of old morose songs singing sad blues in dark venues/
Has his hold paddling multiple life canoes/
His eyes mold maddening views of how not to use or misuse /
Less issues to load tissues and blow revenues /
He construes the con’s cruise how he’d abuse and throw a fuze /
Irrelevant spoofs but now he refuels and will refuse /
To lose how he broke a fuzed fool loose into bomb grooves /
Explodent raising the roof with booms and more proofs /
Next go sent is praising a nerd goof’s blurred sluice see through /
An Oxymoron to use without suboxone, oxycontin or any proxy plottin /
That’s rotten like heroin in pill form not an option /
From hereon in I’m building and recovering /
I’ve beaten my cranial region and more covering/
It’s a pain in the neck and the back sore hovering /
Pain multiplied by the passion is what caused action /
The symptom is contamination leaving one ultimatum /
Create a new life curriculum to cure ick-n-glum
The deputy of this small town
enjoys flashing his police car lights
down main street,
in the evening, on Saturday nights
Like a one car parade on Easter Sunday
He loves Boss hogging people around;
being a big shot rural tin badge,
who only has the respect of his closest friends
Most local citizens have known him
since he was a little boy
He always walked with a swagger,
having a toy pistol hanging from his waist
Granted dumb luck in life,
chance meeting his wealthy wife
Caught her on the rebound,
when her marriage had crumbled
Opportunistic fella that he was,
he acted all sweet and humble
Melted her heart ... married her quick
You know how the rest goes,
the whole Hollywood story bit
Had her rich daddy give him his dream job,
working under the legendary town sheriff
Now deputy hates having to fetch the bone,
being told what to do by the aging law man
Deputy broods daily, his thoughts drifting wrong
Saying to himself it won't be long,
because the sheriff is old
It's gonna be his town soon,
and it's gonna be run
like a proper, hell-raising saloon
Rowdy weekends will be bringing in big revenues,
shaking down city folk is gonna set him up nice for life
They might even build a statue of him,
that would be alright
But first things first: ain't no deals gonna be done in his town,
unless they cut him in on the price
Deputy Do Wrong
has himself big plans
Deputy got ideas of doing more wrong ...
and everybody that pass through his town
is gonna be fetching the bone
I am a republican, i speak with utter certainty
I believe in my own facts, the press is my enemy
I support global warfare, paying for them warily
I support oil revenues, with climate killing clarity
I support big tax cuts, with debtful hilarity
I support seniors, paying for them bareily
I support guns, with mass shooting regularity
I support walls, preventing laborer familiarity
I lie with impunity, truth an unfamiliarity
I am evangelical, i lie with cool piety
I believe in family values, of a corporate variety
I rally your sympathies, with solicitous demagoguery
I believe in my health care, yours with insincerity
I believe in my future, yours very narrowly...