Been to the London Stock Exchange
opened in 1571 by Elizabeth the Queen
and what's more saw the New York Big Board
the world's largest stock market ever seen
but when I took a trip to Paris
had no clue as to what to do
altho' I was educated in French
(parlez-vous?)
I believe brokers did so to discommode
as when yelling buying or selling
they communicated in Bourse code
A line like serpent coiled round the saltpeter cart
Hoping to purchase health and healing, or
Gunfire spark
The merchant—a vendor of virtue, or vice
His ware—white wonder of alchemical craft
A dance of light and dark
He brokers that which bridges life and death
The sales of arms then sent for alms
Betwixt his quiet, a question mark
WAITING IN LIMBO
Sitting on the muddy banks
Of faded realities,
Lingering in the spaces of time,
Lost souls struggle:
Seeking another Dreamer.
Powering pawn brokers,
Tighten their mogering grasp
Beyond the setting sun;
Leaving frailed victories festering
And waning in winds of change:-
White opiates coagulate,
Flowing black dreams
Of mesmerized minds;
Oblivious to fading freedoms
Chained and rotting away:-
As time and life sag on,
Let’s not be as a drooping bosom
Sagging due to incised-bleeding;
Rather, let’s be as pregnant wombs
Breaking waters of liberating justice:-
Indeed, let’s scream renewed life,
Nourished keloid-ancestral-navels,
Waxed and hardened by sarcasm
Against the trumping-musky rhetoric
Streaming against democratic equity:-
“Thousands of desperate migrants die in the desert and at sea, or fall victim to murderers and kidnappers, as they make their way along the ‘eastern corridor’ from Ethiopia to Saudi Arabia” - Fred Harter in Obock, Djibouti
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Ethiopia through Djibouti
to Yemen, to hopeful life
runs Sun's angry route
A glum path to escape poverty
impulsive one-way journey
fear strengthens patience
keepers turned exploiters to smugglers
dump or sell or kill their dreams
new brokers fill hopes
shifting sand promises shift their goals
'Selling hair to purchase a comb'
no turning now, walk
starved, extorted, violated, yet
hearsays goad guileless hearts
burying truth, lies march
idi amin; hitlers sins..stalin pharoah ceaser many geezers
Primed with power, poor agendas always a lender' tied together masses heavy levered; watching' the gates and schwab scoros schwartzenegger.colin powel mengle mussolini and xi. I'm out on on putin..yet no disputing..'No
War is peaceful.' Many descriptions sow deceitful.' Poor
White people..Poor black people..Take the burdens observe
Not the curtain' (or woven web) world net..Spider set?
Marvel do you? Yet maybe not? That information speeds.'plans in feeds? For Nations mediums false-prophet-less.) Souless! Attack the wholeness..Human need
Not bettered by greed' I also address one point.' I confess
That might be right? Of all above brokers above ( most are
White) priviledged white people? Some Swiss are ' or other?
And if that changes? Will there still be grift.? I call for
Jesus..Who alone can lead us ' suffered while in power.)
So fine His mission.' Deep decision..Religion is broken.' By
His body By His pain. He who walked the earth..Who smashed the reins.' Now hell is open..Look and see.' Turn
Away don't take part..Let His Love set you free.!
Off to see the Super Bowl in Vegas, fullfilling a lifetime dream
People from all over the world gather to engage in the excitement , and to chher there favourite team
Vegas with its reputation for being such a vibrant and fun loving place to go
A trip to the casino a place where you hope to see your money grow
With first class entertainment to be take in , we will surely make all the rounds
A walk down the strip engages all of our senses , with so much energy to be found
Ticket prices for the game from resale brokers nearing ten thousand , completely insane
However you may get a glimpse of Taylor Swift , and of course Usher at halftime of the game
Prices go up for everything with the Super Bowl in town
With so many people acting up from so much liquor , someone from the circus should be out recruiting some new clowns
As they say some things are priceless , a lifetime memory I am sure
With so much money bet on the big game , a little of that would be nice to secure
We Live In The Future
By David N. Donihue
You want me more drunk than I’m willing
More bothered than is me
Throwing punches at preachers
post-Xanax spree
Yet we live in the future
Where peasants turn king
The voices of zeros
Heard by millions with ease
We live in the future
No one watches tv
Our outer reflects our inners
So all poets now rock bling
You might catch us all broken
Yet we are not what you see
Unlike the well-spoken villains
Who once ruled the blue-lined sheets
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
Our spirits colliding
into dreams we’ve never seen
We dance in the wake of depression forgotten
Shun brokers of shame
Blockades to our peace
Our words are still valid,
Even when joyous and sweet
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
So please rest assured
All poets now rock bling
•••
© copyright David Donihue 2023
I - I will never accept hate speechs from fake moral hypocritical brokers
A - aiming, hoping, and wishing for a Nudist country
M - maybe not now, but someday it will come to pass
N - never will i be ashamed of my Naked body or stop promoting Nudism
U - until then i will keep, hoping and fighting the Nude fight
D - days are coming when Nudism will be a standard way of life for the world
I - interacting in tongues of poetry
S - someday i shall get to see a Nudist only nation
M - my poems shall sing in your heart when that day comes
George Orwell tried to tell 1984
but here's what 1984 told us
1984 was the year we had
The Terminator
the ultimate movie
about Artificial Intelegence
with the ability to travel through time
Today we have AI
Let me be the first to name it
The Terminator
It also has the ability
to pass through time
Soon there will be
no need for employees
No taxi drivers, no cashiers
No stock brokers, no managers
No teachers, No cops
No salesmen, No clocks
What need have we
for prejudice people
they only waste our time
Soon you won't
be able to buy or sell
unless you have AI.
For sale
People's power said a few,
Minority rights said a few,
Majority decay said a few,
Your tongue said a few.
The greed chosen in our name,
That opposition is all the same,
Thoughtless brainwashed we are,
That Greek word is a losing star.
Seeing those elected brokers,
Making us clowns in a circus,
The rules we follow,
The taxes our sorrow,
Not for them in any morrow.
The fights over these corpses,
Are we losing our senses,
The power of people we pride,
Is lost with no one to guide.
We are all up for sale,
Stripped by the winner without fail,
Country sold to the new white man,
Survive people if you can.
Ramnath.A
For sale
People's power said a few,
Minority rights said a few,
Majority decay said a few,
Your tongue said a few.
The greed chosen in our name,
That opposition is all the same,
Thoughtless brainwashed we are,
That Greek word is a losing star.
Seeing those elected brokers,
Making us clowns in a circus,
The rules we follow,
The taxes our sorrow,
Not for them in any morrow.
The fights over these corpses,
Are we losing our senses,
The power of people we pride,
Is lost with no one to guide.
We are all up for sale,
Stripped by the winner without fail,
Country sold to the new white man,
Survive people if you can.
Ramnath.A
For sale
People's power said a few,
Minority rights said a few,
Majority decay said a few,
Your tongue said a few.
The greed chosen in our name,
That opposition is all the same,
Thoughtless brainwashed we are,
That Greek word is a losing star.
Seeing those elected brokers,
Making us clowns in a circus,
The rules we follow,
The taxes our sorrow,
Not for them in any morrow.
The fights over these corpses,
Are we losing our senses,
The power of people we pride,
Is lost with no one to guide.
We are all up for sale,
Stripped by the winner without fail,
Country sold to the new white man,
Survive people if you can.????????
Ramnath.A
For sale
People's power said a few,
Minority rights said a few,
Majority decay said a few,
Your tongue said a few.
The greed chosen in our name,
That opposition is all the same,
Thoughtless brainwashed we are,
That Greek word is a losing star.
Seeing those elected brokers,
Making us clowns in a circus,
The rules we follow,
The taxes our sorrow,
Not for them in any morrow.
The fights over these corpses,
Are we losing our senses,
The power of people we pride,
Is lost with no one to guide.
We are all up for sale,
Stripped by the winner without fail,
Country sold to the new white man,
Survive people if you can.????????
Ramnath.A
For sale
People's power said a few,
Minority rights said a few,
Majority decay said a few,
Your tongue said a few.
The greed chosen in our name,
That opposition is all the same,
Thoughtless brainwashed we are,
That Greek word is a losing star.
Seeing those elected brokers,
Making us clowns in a circus,
The rules we follow,
The taxes our sorrow,
Not for them in any morrow.
The fights over these corpses,
Are we losing our senses,
The power of people we pride,
Is lost with no one to guide.
We are all up for sale,
Stripped by the winner without fail,
Country sold to the new white man,
Survive people if you can.????????
Ramnath.A
I am going to admit right up front
I am not a believer in this “New World Order”
In my opinion, it is a conspiracy theory,
Devised by those who are eager to confront,
Of it, frankly, I am more than somewhat weary.
I have heard blather from right-wing extremists
As far back as 50 years ago of a super-government
Being planned by a powerful cabal of power brokers
Closely aligned with international communists
As hard to nail down as fantasies by Bram Stokers.
In truth, we already live in a global society
And nations of like politics have bonded in kind
But national sovereignty is still the prevailing view
In my way of thinking, freedom is still a priority
Though some leaders are of a different mind.
If the world ever succumbs to a “New World Order”
I shall not be around to be a part of it, I know
In any case, I can tell you it is very slow developing
As I said, 50 years ago it was bantered in the corridor
So, it is not something that has come galloping!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written April 8, 2022
for "New World Order" poetry contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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