Best Thefts Poems
When Europeans first came to America, it seemed to be their role...
To reach out with both hands, for all the goods and lands they stole.
When our nation was founded by men of vision...
They spoke out, their king showed them nothing but derision.
The colonization by troops and taxes imposed were so unfair...
Liberty from him was declared, fought for, and taken from there.
The thefts of that king were small by any means...
To the way we have treated our fellow Americans.
We continued to take the Indians' lands...
Never thinking twice, of the blood on our hands.
We greeted the black man with whip and chains...
Can we ever remove the ghosts of their pains?
Yes, we drenched our land red with blood to set them free...
But prejudice remains, even after more than a century.
We have helped set so many peoples free with our aid in war...
Have we forgotten at home, just what was fought for?
"Ours is the greatest country" we tend to shout...
Yet, the Ugly American still lurks about.
The world watches us with wonder and awe...
Many hate or envy us, because of our human nature's flaw.
Many cast for hope, but reel in despair...
The things we do to others, we must do with better care.
The Greatest Generation the world will ever know...
Is slowly dying, their life's light passing out, as darkening embers go.
If our nation should have learned anything...
It must be that millions suffer to have Freedom's Ring.
Our understanding and compassion will go a long way...
To let them see, the "Ugly American's " face, as not so ugly one day.
In the Orient it's called Karma,an inescapable butcher of beasts continuously chopping,slicing & trimming the meat of our mentalities,precisely weighed,
Occidentally the official judge of justice is commonly greeted as God,punisher of aggravated appetites,gatekeeper to the blissful & blightful kingdoms,
perhaps there are astral accountants tabulating spiritual treasures of ours,scribing with blood & bones,celestial lawyers indicting us on ancient legalities,
no action eludes the energy of Nature's ear & eye,to sing with no voice or weep with no tears is to try & erase facts from flesh,removing silt from river,
sometimes good fortune arrives in our awry lives,unanticipated & unsolicited like dreams of victory teaching us its possible to outdo the odds,dance on defeats,
however,recompense is irrevocably required by the Divine source as agony is requisite for birth,a timeless tax that gives everything a welcome worth,a value,
a mother who delivers a deformed child,small business owner increasing sales,a professor thats worshiped,pastor of an indigent church,self content poor man,
the purse of Providence is heavy & organic like a full belly always digesting,making space for more & more charity & confiscation,smote with a kiss,
a balance of thefts & rewards,lies that give loss,love that provides learning,poverty that lends perspective,sorrow sowing strength,profits producing paranoia,
justice is a blacksmith that will heat you & cool you,strike you & smooth you,shape you into something appropriate for your properties,polish your planes -
J.A.B. 2010
So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”
So many barristers are – if not losers,
low earners and slow learners. I was one.
I, plodding back from Penge, felt put upon:
a plea, a pittance. Now for Holborn’s boozers.
That mean machine was not for saps like me.
I turned my face towards the threatening rain,
and started wearily up Chancery Lane.
A cup of tea and, hopefully, a fee
awaited me in Chambers. Alloy wheels
slid sleekly, silently – stopped at my side.
That car again! I watched the window glide
wide open. And I almost had to kneel
to see the driver. Handsome. Tall and thin.
The shirt was pastel pink, the tie was silk.
The suit was Savile Row, or of that ilk.
His words astonished me. “Well, clamber in!”
And then the penny dropped. It’s Alex R!
Agility has never been my thing,
so Reaney waited, engine idling,
as I shoe-horned myself into his car.
We’d known each other at the School of Law,
but then our paths had radically diverged.
Me, in pleas and poverty submerged,
and he, the wide blue skies of Libel to explore.
“I’ll run you back to Chambers – beat the rain.”
He asked me what had occupied my morning.
For him, the King’s Bench judges were adjourning.
I’d copped a plea in Penge – how to explain?
The major stars had Alex at the helm
when they unleashed their lawsuits on the press.
Defending thefts of bicycles – and less –
was my domain. He ruled a regal realm.
His clients of the moment, man and wife,
were household names. They’d sold their wedding day
to paparazzi, who refused to pay.
The plaint was something weird, like “Stolen Life”.
The man, from Delaware, big hair, and Jewish.
They crank out movies like there’s no tomorrow
(Chicago, Basic Instinct, Traffic, Zorro):
the girl, from Aberdare – think Cher, and shrewish.
To talk of money is a vulgar thing,
but I was desperate to know his fee.
The forty quid I’d earned, I wouldn’t see
for months to come. His wrists were dripping bling.
We’d be at Chambers in another minute.
“So, Alex,” (best to blurt the damn thing out),
“a case like that. You’re looking at … about …?”
He grinned at me and said, “you’re sitting in it.”
Just in: Reported
Thefts of fresh air leave victims
Of B.O. gagging!
9/16/11
Received 3d place in "Make Me Laugh" contest
Received 5th place in "any Haiku will do" contest
DRUGS
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Various drugs for various purposes,
Purpose is lost when it is used wrongly.
Drugs for ailments are widely accepted,
Same for pleasure is totally rejected.
Criminal acts are on the increase,
Rapes, murders, thefts are a few.
Many could be avoided easily,
If drugs are abandoned completely.
Reprimand Addicts and traffickers,
For the good of the society and nation.
Safeguard the youths and addicts,
By eliminating the drug dealers.
Every nation and every citizen,
Should adhere to strict drug policy.
Take severe action against this trade,
And the trade will vanish on its own.
Where does your allegiance lie?
In the hands of a government known to pry?
In the grasp of a people, sworn to a brotherhood,
Indoctrinated as children and bred into adulthood?
Who came along and swept wider the line,
Between organised religions and organised crimes?
Who took our money in the name of the poor,
And laid it all out upon “Christ’s” front door?
Who made your legislations and stripped of their rights
The gay and the sick and gave the poor their plights.
Who bullies the weak and shits on their soil,
In the name of justice, never for oil.
Who stands and watches a nation struggling and weak
As their own government gases and bombs their streets.
Who watches a child choke and gasp its last breaths,
And refuses to act against human right thefts?
What just establishment makes someone “disappear”
For ringing the truth out loud and clear?
The red, white and blue, as a people must see,
They fight for our freedom when they’re not free.
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I would like to stress, I am not "Anti-American"
I am however, largely against the American government's actions on its people and the rest of the world. I feel there is a shroud with congress that falls on a lot of the people in America; as if the government taps its people on the shoulder from behind to steal their wallet from infront of them.
The Good Newspaper
Bright morning with lovely sunshine,
Garden of my house and the teatime,
Fingers going quick in page flicker,
Eager to read the good newspaper.
A man putting mask to an injured cat,
and the dog full of affection giving a pat,
Compassion in heart of the mankind,
that for years had been mentioned blind.
We have conquered much with thoughts,
Could fly through skies and run on rails,
The good newspaper says we have won on crime,
No more thefts and killings cry of the time.
No rich no poor all blessed alike,
Every life He created with equal delight,
But in unison with all we are living a leisure,
Nature at its best what a pleasure !
No wars no boundaries an end to hatred,
Colour caste and creed no more catered,
No Greed or envy, defy basis of strife,
Living present to full the best rule of life!
Written November 14th, 2014
For contest ' The Good Newspaper' by Mystic Rose
No one loves me
I cry for help and there is no
reply
This is what I knew it would be
I shouldn't have believed in
their lies
They told me they would stay
Told me that they wouldn't
leave
But of course, it came, that day
I should have never believed
I always had hope
I still kind of do
I just don't know how to cope
So I hide my hope that way
they never knew
After they left
I've been getting worse
These voices and demons are
all thefts
They were the once that hurt
me, of course
They tell me to do things
Things you would be ashamed
of hearing.
I need to tell you something,
This is the day I have been
fearing.
I have depression, and anxiety,
The possible bulimia and
anorexia,
Please, don't run away from me
I can still understand, I don't
have dyslexia.
Please, stay my friend
Don't leave me alone
I don't want this to end,
It's been too long, I've been in
my own
O yes, Ukraine and Russia
almost one nation and country
and close relates
much more that others people and nations
around the world,
originated from one African woman,
had lived 160 thousands years ago.
Yes we are all close relates.
and among them who much closer
then more hates each others - mersilless and fatally -
as Russia and Ukraine.
One of them doing
the best and other the worst
things in vast Eurasia.
Oksana treat to be a just honest divchina, nice girl,
belong to European code and culture
while the Masha, so also very nice girl,
tied and stiffened with oprichnina, the intelligent servises
backing sovereign cleptocrasy
of states of thefts, raptors and vultures
and other post-soviet and post-imperial hurly-burly,s and cleptocrats
prodused by historical hellish mistakes and anachronism.
escaping from justice and condemnation.
So the face of truly Russian
is the face of nascent Ukraine
and success of the last would been
the excellent medicine
for the first,s imperial illness and pain.
Human Rights-
The rights not only men but women,
God rolled down the soil to make all men and women alike,
Air,light and water common for all,
Right to do and right to undo,
Human Rights,
For men and women alike,
Why one to listen to other?
Why one to hear to other?
No one to bring force on another,
No one to take the life of another,
Human Rights,
At par for all,
No above par,
No below par,
Each of the birds enjoys a set of wings,
To fly independently,
But they fly together,
Signing for a system under their wings,
A system to be together like galaxy,
One to listen to other,
One to hear to other,
Under a system all signed,
One to expect from other,
One to respect to other,
For the system to survive,
Human Rights,
For all,
An universal system,
All to accept,
All to respect,
For the coexistence like birds,
For all the world,Human Rights,
For all the Governments,
Constitutional Rights,
A system all Government institutions in sight,
For all it's men and women alike,
To fly the flag of just in hike,
The strong structure of constitution,
Constructed for all by all,
The key of the structure in the hands of all men and women,
Access allowed but with the aid of the key,
No one can try back doors,
Theft of all thefts is thieving one's right,
All men and women to become watchdogs day and night to fight.
Because,
Constitutions of Governments are the very doors of HR homes!
Ere becoming pets we were wolves
Roaming chainless, hunting hares
Hadn't signed the bond of serfdom yet
Nor had learnt to fawn
Then mortgaged freedom for crumbs
Wore dog collar, the slavery-symbol
To earn accolades, learnt snobbishly
The art of detecting thefts and nabbing crime
But despite our serving him
Man was bent on our dimunitive downfall
He rejoiced to see us as bonsai poodles
And portable pocket pups. Yet he feared
In us one untamed heredity trait
The dormant volcano- the Rabies virus
Eventually that too he conquered inventing
A vaccine. Shrewd indeed shrewd! He inculcated
The virtue of loyalty in us just to
Safeguarded it from becoming extinct
That old cattle rustler, called Moron Mick
boasted about his thefts near Sheriff Nick
A noon shootout was planned
Nick had the faster hand
Moron Mick was a boneheaded dipstick
May 6, 2022
High Noon Poetry Contest
Hosted by Joseph May
(from novel “Elinor Rigby”)
Why we have loved England?
Not for the Hide park,
ancient castles
and first class evergreen grasses and pastures,
not for Big Ben, Beatles music and other luxurious,
but for the awkward “puppet theatre”
gamed right on the centre of London,
that horrible and hellish perfomanses
where deformed bodies and figures
of famous politics, majors, prime–ministers
queen members and other up-to-date authorities.
shown as personages of harshly sardonic drama.
That popular and profitable business
in Albion – creating and selling monstrous shapes of theirs excellencies
on the open exhibition,
so sharply contrasted with our own preferences
and quite other way of arts perfomanses
practising by our narrow minded artists
deformed sculptors, wicked painters,
enslaved writers and other arts dicreators
survived by creating innumerous golden statures
of our “purest” top governors, “idyllic” leaders,
“angel like” thefts, cleptocraties
and others political idolatories
from our autoritarian idiosincrazy.
Denver sang Annie's song and the wind howled and swept cold.
I paced across my flooded hall, gathering every drop
The fiery rain sold. Specks of cinder fell
On my face and burnt the skin at every place. I paid the price
To buy my drops to swallow pains centuries old.
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter it went
As I yearned to be those leaves on the banyan,
Moist and cleansed of any gathered dust.
Grabbing my guitar I sat by the window to
Play some tune close to my heart. But the songs
Played themselves. They were close- too close!
My soaked fingers burnt on the fret and I knew not what
I played. All I felt that it burned and scorched while
The wind chilled and soothed others hurt and blaze.
The tree tops swayed to my pain and the clouds started to bleed,
While my fingers went numb playing on the strings. The wind
Whispered, "Burn such tears that no one needs."
A lightening quivered through the echoing space and the light
Blinded my blurry eyes. Like an artist's sketch it rose and fell;
Like the hope that rises and quickly dies. Through the balmy
Dark walls I saw Those eyes, piercing through the lull. Like the
Iceberg that slammed and pierced with ease
Through the great Titanic's hull. Couldn't stop my legs that
Walked me outside the door. Stood there I clad in rags
As the rain pelted; the wind sang ballads for a soaked crow.
It looked at me with a sigh and a frown; maybe I was its
Image of a clown. Roaring and dancing in an ecstasy of thefts,
With streamers and balloons to celebrate this death. Looking down
I saw a puddle, as my parched throat belched with pain.
I cried and Cursed and stretched my arms; screaming...
But it rained.
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently