Best Tanks Poems
Elephants ran
from the perilous sounds
the bakery overcooked the days bread
winter tires
installed on the wheelchairs
soldiers in a line to eat cakes
bread was in short supply
monsters on break, or strike
clouds dipped to human eyes
blinding all with hope
if a grave misses a few flowers?
what does it matter?
chimneys have no smoke
wineries have no grapes
lovers lost all grace
when rain falls
words become wet
like feet caressing the sand
I have a photo?
would you understand?
Tanks
"Da Tanks, da Tanks."
The President is not Chairman Mao.
Come on now!
Gads, what an ungrateful nation!
Perhaps haughty Don Lemon or
that court jester, Jim Acosta,
Two snobby nobodies behind
a mike, turning brains to mush
every night,
Could please each American
just right?
Go online tomorrow, you will
find how many presidents used
tanks and fly-overs.
The list is long, we are not
Tianimin Square!
But CNN and MSNBC, masters
of disinformation,
Make you think so!
Truth to them is totally cracked
and libelous information.
Such elitism, and political bigotry!
With utmost conceit will not cover
the DC events.
But! Will have proponents of
abortion on most happily.
Killing babies is OK, don't you see?
JFK, oh, so revered, had tanks
too!
And Fly Overs are happening,
even at football and baseball games.
And many civic events, yes!
So stop the hysteria over this
bizarre craziness.
Our country, our values are
being shredded.
Like the cheapest Wal-Mart
lettuce.
Wake the heck up!
Obama had more than enough sense
to have TWO Betsy Ross flags
behind him at BOTH of his
inaugurations.
Nobody said a word. Huh?
MSNBC, you all,just compared
the Betsy Ross flag to a
Swastika?
Oh, Lord, the total number of brains
there?
The size of a small brassica!
*Brassica~ a mustard plant
July 4, 2019
Ya..Let Freedom Ring
Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains but not on roads for roads are neither natural nor normal so always wear a tea cosy hat when pouring tea at a tea party. It is to show not to shine that has the sun in a pondering and philosophical mood. The auric rays are neither a moon sitting in a tree nor are they a kayaking planetary alignment. High seas then create high teas. Whirling in circling dresses of spotted green. But never in a greenhouse does one find a tomato in a tantrum. For tomatoes are very very mild mannered especially when given a drink. And this is good for compost can be crafty and doesn't like moods. A wafer thin biscuit is a flat chested mermaid moving around at the dusk. By the marina. Catching a glimmer is easy for the eyes of the octopus in an office with high rimmed glasses. Circle then dash. Tick tick tick. Form done. Signed. Signatures separate stagnant stale stupors. And the fat wading brat bird yawns on a front bench in a large ornately decorated room. How common. And yet rather uncommon is the master of the seaweed sermon whose speakers are never wise upon answering questions and questions are rarely answered so why play noughts and crosses with a jute duty bug? Inheritance is not to be placed in a kissing box for boxes are to be reserved for tiny biscuits who march around chaotically chairing and chanting at quite important times. Thus causing a lot of little flowers to sigh and droop their heads in an apathetical style. In a scrapbook posy position. The layout is not the layer and the label is a laugh. Numeration of a numerator is a numerical nautical nonchalant nerd. And the beast of the best bank is not to be trusted with a styrofoam cup. No never gi e it that cup. Always give it a baby bottle. For it is ignorant and infantile. Beware of the two foot clam in that drawer then when you are putting socks away. Hahaha a mist is coming to play cards and monopoly with a tree top, a hill, a perfume factory, and a zoo. Hahaha dolphin and duet with a dancing seahorse at a grand opera. Xxxxx desensitization Z now eat a nice scone and sing la la la to a doorframe. Z peacocks.
Form:
A concerted body of thought
Primes the guarded pump
Each driving rendition, a version
The sculpture of well attuned days
This time around
Jaundice backseat drivers
Underwhelmed by gangrene javelins
Karmic mercury tipped for change
Directions of satan rearranged fallen
New features fitting old scriptures
A hidden mythology of sound, before word
Frontier searching mapmakers to mystic rebound
Or gather old glory in mermaids of fury
Womb pressed to unleash worthy solutions
Silky thrones of forgotten passion
A fine castle estate of make waves
hitting the breakers, sand shark lakes mutant
With escapades curtained in bone
Let me get this right. Bribes are under the table and lobbying is on the table Loopholes and something’s rotten in the leaching field
Hey everyone
A new job I got
From none other
Than Tanks-A-Lot
We build large tanks
Two everyday
And that is how
We earn our pay
Hey everyone
We’re going to ship
Thirty two tanks
At ten mill a clip
So let’s give it
Our very best shot
Courtesy of
Tanks-A-Lot
Hey everyone
Now we can play
Here come the tanks
From the USA
Let’s rush them out
To the front line
Those Tanks-A-Lot
Are sure looking fine
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Hey everyone
Those new machines
Just blew my house
To smithereens
Along with my neighbors
Now all in a mess
How did they do it
Tanks-A-Lot, I guess
Hey everyone
They’ve blown our town
Into rubble
Everything’s down
What did we do, are
We ‘X-marks the spot’
Thanks a lot
Tanks-A-Lot
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They’re just bulls-eyes
To raise money on
Money that’s borrowed
To blow up their town
Each dollar borrowed
Profits big shots
Then they spend it
On Tanks-A-Lot
Interest is owed
Money is made
Out of thin air
It’s a charade
That’s dirty business
Making people rot
To profit the top
And Tanks-A-Lot
World of tanks the best
you destroy other people
to win the battle
Bang Bang Bang they die
Then you get killed by tanks too
so you watch your team
In won the battle
thanks to my super teammates
But I lost some cash
the medical industrial complex, the art of making disease, keep'em eyes on the 1000$pill please
the military industrial complex, the art of selling war keep'em pipelines lives free
the Monsanto complex, the art selling diet poison with Nestlé on board we'll settle for nothing less but selling the air
the intelligence complex, the art of black ops, they'll settle for nothing less than displaying drugs and terror at the grocery shops
the gates complex, the arts of turning natural vaccines to epidemics, sold out academics
the t axes complex , the art of making state robbery legal
the politics complex, the art of ticks and fury tricks, vote the select elect, vote them isms and shizms have you seen the hierarchy going oligarchy
the entertainment complex, the art of screens and beams its sure gonna be **** down history's anals
the institutionalized religion complex, now division and fear all lies under the tribulations, revelations pretext up at the sky BaAl left a trail
don't steal
don't lie
don't kill
don't bribe
don't sell drugs
don't torture
governments don't like competitors
you're covered from end to end
enjoy the deep sleep pretend
leave it to the think tanks and banks
Tamer Hossam
Gaze into eyes of defeat and daze him
Knocking out the swagger he flaunts
Ensuring no longer can he trim
To size your awesome arsenal as he taunts
Midgets and Gullivers alike
Trampling their toes, crumpling their pride
Crushing their every effort to manifest his dislike
For the courage and temerity they dare not hide
When defeat springs forth like a gladiator
Eager to smash every hurdle in his way
Challenging any competitor crazy enough to call on a sentimental mediator
To plead for defeat to delay
Administering the coup de grace you dare to challenge
If defeat should galumph
Your way assuming you’d whinge
At the prospect of defeat’s triumph
Whose swagger you determine to break
Once and for all to free your mind
From the petrified fear whose stake
No longer drives you blind
As temerity assures you victory swings her pendulum
Your way to inflict on defeat a resounding reverse
From which he’d take years to recover since the odium
Haunts his very soul when defeat so averse
To uncertainty cringes
Once you gaze him down
Smacking the smug attitude from hinges
That creak from dearth of lubricants in defeat’s town
Where by virtue of determination and brilliance
You exploit defeat’s vulnerable spiritual flanks
Diluting his tonic, dismantling his parasitic pestilence
To annihilate with divine might all defeat’s pranks and tanks.
It wasn’t a matter of “should”;
’Twas more like a question of “could?"
So tanks for expansions,
Don’t care about sanctions;
At this point, they’re not any good.
independence is won with bombs, bullets and blood not balloons and squirt guns
Think tanks are like water tanks,
They have to supply to all unlearned in thirst of knowledge!
Number forty six barely knows his name
hunter loves his hoo-Xi and fine oil paints
while the free world's going soft
the commies flash big red balls
freedom will die if democracy tanks
sawy with the beat.my meat cutter pourous self was hell on wheels before the
ships came in.now with livin costin so much,i grow nuts out in a field.lend me
your ear,JFK,what happened to the other day,where we all live so sweet and get
to meet,a pretty neat baseball glove?like a glove?where?enough.
the sky is falling to the far left again under the weight of retired tanks