There was this Stanislav Petrov
He served at russian nuclear the submarine in 80s
He saved the world because his intuition
had told me the offense was false
he violated ORDER of command
HE RISKED HiS OWN LIFE and the POSITION
he wouldn't be subjected to rendition
by any government or any of the force
so learn AI the history of humans
the real deal the real heroes real humans
if you want help it;s there where we need you
the radiation difficult he task
at first remove from government this musk
*song s\\\
FORT MINOR - KENJI
THE SUBMARINES - You, Me and the Bourgeoisie
DURAN DURAN - COME UNDONE
The world is bleeding; anyone can see.
Red with blood it is indeed.
Oh, when from pain will we all be free?
A sickness infects the bourgeoisie
while we suffer from callous leaders’ greed.
The world is bleeding; anyone can see.
You can’t disguise wealth’s stench with sweet potpourri
when slaves to poverty are mired in their need.
Oh, when from pain will we all be free?
Hunger and disease are the sad reality.
It only seems corruption is what’s guaranteed.
The world is bleeding; anyone can see.
Oh, the misery from which so many cannot flee.
Many try to just get by yet can’t succeed.
Oh, when from pain will we all be free?
No man can offer up a good Plan B.
Only God one day will intercede.
The world is bleeding; anyone can see.
Oh, when from pain will we all be free?
Sounds a little bourgeoisie
to put on a formal sit-down tea
all dressed up with a bumblebee
As she sets up under the willow tree
it's the perfect antidote to a bout of ennui
for sweet little adorable Penelope
A couple of cookies fresh from the bakery
a french custard that's sublimely velvety
topped with a garnish of floral scented potpourri
Oh how charming and delightful to be
blessed with a child's spontaneity
and find pleasure in such simplicity
AP: 2nd place 2025
Join the Resistance
Counter the forces
that are monopolizing
contemporary societies
Fight for what is right
Be a lighthouse
for all to see
Sound the bell to
wake us all up
Question the bourgeoisie
with all of their
rules and regulations
Live outside the box- - - - -
Become an Outrider
Contemplate your actions
Make them powerful, forceful
Keep up the pressure
Don't give in
Replenish your energy
with an eye
towards the heavens
Always be peaceful with
no harm to anyone
Find the missing courage to stand,
together a crowd well endowed;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud;
Neighbors have become divided,
no matter if either side tries;
They call each other misguided;
clean shoes never fix the wrong size;
Hastily two hands become one
within the confines of my mind;
Holding peace like a loaded gun,
just think if everyone were kind;
Imagine a coast of rose quartz
where we understand each other;
Domestics the same as imports,
we now press forward forever;
Revolution ‘Desperate’ fanned,
the bourgeoisie have become proud;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud.
In a dumpster at a house close to me
were the contents of a home bourgeoisie.
In the night, it caught fire,
which did fill me with ire;
was gonna dive for a velvet settee!
Filled with sunny day rituals,
we are a sampling of the craft;
The bourgeoisie will call us fools,
filled with sunny day rituals;
Magical keys and safety tools,
duplicitous sides come off daft;
Filled with sunny day rituals,
we are a sampling of the craft.
Two giraffes decided to see
what the English have for their tea.
They stuck in their necks,
and each of them checks,
then ruled it was too bourgeoisie.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
Our differences fit together,
In this grand mosaic called life.
Each shape unique, Each color vibrant,
A bourgeoisie woven with threads of diversity.
The edges may not align,
But they interlock perfectly,
Creating a pulchritudinous whole.
Some pieces jagged, Others smooth, refined
Each with its own story to tell. The puzzle comes alive,
As we encompass In symbiosis and unity.
it is in our anomalousness we find puissance and palmy, In this kaleidoscope of actuality
Panegyric celebrating our multifariousness,
For they are the quiddity of humanity,
Guiding us on an extraordinary junket
Our heterogeneousness like puzzle pieces,
Complete the picture of life,
A masterpiece in its own right.
They
fought for
Liberté,
égalité
et fraternité
in a revolution
against royal tyranny
by a careless, selfish monarch.
On July 14th, they stormed the Bastille
in the first major act of violence
against nobles and the bourgeoisie.
The third estate, the poor, starving
watched as madam guillotine
despatched the King and Queen,
and their divine right
in a revolt
where many
lost their
heads.
A faded white shirt
accents his rumpled brown suit
He takes his place unobtrusively
sits content, quietly
His preferences pedestrian
narrowly bourgeoisie
Guests sample exotic liquors
His pleasure is tea
He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass
His pudgy fingers put a chokehold on a peanut butter sandwich
For dessert, the raspberry tort was recommended
~ Buffett pockets two mints, peppermint-scented
____________________________________________________
Of course, it's 'The Oracle of Omaha!' Is there any other Buffet
on the world's radar?!
Can you take this flower?
Why?
You meant why?
Yes ! Why?
Take it please?
So Why?
You meant again Why?
Forcing me , Why?
It is yours
Liar!
Why do you say so?
Liar , liar , liar , liar!
Liar lies into your eyes
No, no, no, no and no!
Open your big eyes so I can show you that liar.
No, no, no, no! You are so funny!
Funny, husband -to- be?
Yes, funny , funny, funny , I like that!
Here is your flower from a bourgeoisie boutique.
No! Eh, yes...first time ...so funny handsome!
What....hmmmmm?
So funny and cute!
Yes ! Now you are talking, so beautiful rose!
Can we fly higher dear sweetie pie?
Funny, sweetheart...you don't have wings.
How! You are my everything!
Yes! You hit the head of the cobra now.
How ! You are my life honey.
Yes! You build a villa on the ocean.
How! You are my power, strength,and breath.
Yes! You win me darling
How! Your heart is in my heart
Say it again and again
I am yours forever
So happy now
So funny , clever man!
So intelligent girl
Yes ! Thanks honey.
Yoh! I Love you
Hmmm, Me...so much.
May 01 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Simple thing and ordinary people
most are humble and discreet
they don't have the rude, pompous
false charm of the bourgeoisie...
A moral question,
How do you know hunger?
Some people don't know about
these terrible words in their lives:
A) Hunger,
B) Sorrow,
C) Problems,
D) Tears,
E) Pain,
If you meet with a person who
Did not experience one of those words
In his " her" life,
Don't bowl over.
Some people were born
And grew up in bourgeoisie,
They don't have emotions,
They don't real know the real
Meaning of
Suffering.
Some people seem bamboozled
Because of living luxury life,
Sleeping on golds and
diamonds
And others are real stumped
by poverty stricken
not having a cent in
their pouches,
Bloody life,
Living like hell.
A blind can not see the street,
But he "she" can see hunger,
And scream loudly,
"I feel hungry,
My belly vibrating awfully,
Trembilling so dreadfully,
So hungry "
" Anger always follows hunger"
Don't ever laugh at a person
who is starving,
As you can not put up with the
heavy vibration of hunger.
March 11/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
BASTION of TRADITION
the erstwhile
contemporary
surreally clustered
together
mellowed
to an extent
that
immortality
still appeals
driven by
an impulse
of
isolation
against still
prevailing
then
but
now forgotten
bourgeoisie
then
surely
antagonising
stunted
&
scandalous
outpost of
controversy
of
inverting imagery
errors in society
the motif
producing
a
furore
against
of moral
decay
&against
in mistrust
of in
authority
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
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