The cult of chemical’s kitchen counter
Is covered in coptic cants, cures and curses.
It’s a case of cuckoos cooking karma
In a capsule of cold, carnal candy.
Jack Ma once what a force, now all spent,
Pony Ma of Tencent on ascent.
In china, asked to bend,
They fall flat than defend,
Demanded when, pay up red-star rent,
In public never rant
Ever be obedient,
Know, Red Stars never care for their cants!
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Happenings |22.12.2022| Limerick, humour
Poet’s note: A limerick a bit extended. Behind the great firewall of China there seems to exist a parallel universe: Baidu, not Google; Weibo in place of Tweeter; Alibaba instead of Amazon or eBay…. WeChat of Tencent is an ‘everything’ app there. If Jack Ma of Alibaba is a spent force, Pony Ma of Tencent is a rising star getting to be a red giant, red in more sense than one.
the rolly chair chance,
the pole-y bear prance
the zanily, happily, dappily, underwear dance.
my muse laugh as she comes up with these lines.
Loving the colorfulness of the things that she finds.
The holy care rance.
The mole-y dare lance…..
She is lying on her back flat out, kicking her legs in the air.
Trixie, do you think you have gone a bit too far to the left?
the sole-y air mance.
The grow-ly mare ants.
She is laughing too hard to continue.
I wait for her to crash and burn.
The jole=y share pants.
The kole-y jare cants.
She is in hysterics now.
Done?
Doubtful.
It is 3:42 a.m.
She refuses to let me go back to sleep
Until I type this out.
Trixie out of all the muses in all the world…
the rolly chair chance,
the pole-y bear prance
the zanily, happily, dappily, underwear dance.
Dont trust me i whisper to myself
But surely my lies i could tell
Fractured emotions on wingless back
wage meaningless and undeserved attacks
Whispers choked by guttural slants
freely give myself to all my cants
my recall from anothers thoughts
Splinter psyche and frayed emotion
gather round to point and muse
Always me in anothers shoes
Fear and hate rise through the ranks
Stand atop a mound of mirth
Self respect lies closely by
buried facing away from the sky
Hope impaled for all to see
A warning of what will be
Memories the dusky paths formed of patience dust
killing the self so softly
Licking emotions from my salty hands
The life inside no longer stands
Pity never pitys me
For in my mind we are never to be free
Today, strum music rifts!
Sound, alive, dance, enjoy!
Today feels happy, lifts
you're poems final envoi.
Shush, quiet, sound shift.
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
Folks enjoy life's short
trips, learn, catch today,
stark facts ensue... abort...
you're final peace... delay!
Fears you'll often court!
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
Peace stops hates' rants!
Truth, allow... makes peace.
Order hates... cease!
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
PEACE
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"Add you," off hers Kate.
'Fee Knee Seam Oh'
By : Dulce Santiago
“ I can ”
Where were you when I needed you
Where were you when they were ripping my skin and soul
When I was trying to scape, my horrible childhood
When my only friend was the silence
When I was trying to, cope in with the world
Why couldn’t you drag me, and tell me “everything will be okay”
Why couldn’t you give me the spark of joy to my heart that I much needed
I was like a lost child at Walmart , searching for her mom
Why couldn't you just give me what I wanted
Why couldn’t I have a “ good job” or “ a pat in the back”
Why couldn’t you just tell me I could have everything if I worked hard for it
Instead of handing me out “ You cants “
and drowning me with negativity and no hope
Well guess what
“I can dad”
I can triumph without a man on my side and away from the Hispanic stereotype
I can not have a child in my womb
but what I can’t have is your negativity
I can do things, my mom didn’t have the chance to do
I can finally speak for myself
I can , have a job and do what I love to do
I can go to college
but lastly I can make you proud like i’ve been trying to for the past 14 years.
Though tears flow from my eyes
Though pain wretches my heart
I know I will smile again
And hope the sun shines tomorrow
Though darkness enfolds me
Though heavy rain cants stop
Though shattered, hurt and confused
I shall smile again
Though the heart can’t beat it all
Though tired weary and lost
I know I will smile again
And I will, smile again
im really a nice guy, if you just give me one chance, im fighting with a sword, but im riding with a lance, i know i love french nails, but just no im not from france, i have the power like a crown, but im powerless like plants. i am wearing the whole suit, but i am not wearing pants, just leave me all alone, im so tired of these rants, i am flying with the bees, but im living with the ants, i must figure out the difference, between the cans and cants. i did come to the party, but now no one wants to dance, i dont know how to skip, but i do know how to prance, i will never get used to, the wills the shoulds and shants, i went to know my life, and right now im in a trance.
theres no such thing as second chance, i know i sing, but can not dance, i feel im stuck, and in a trance, i feel exposed, but wearing pants. i was born here, but live in france, this is my life, my special stance, take up the cans, and give up cants, i must be with, my people, ants. i cant boogie, but yes i prance, i dont have sword, but do have lance, respect critters, respect the plants, my life is down, with many slants.
III
Below the cliffs a midnight tidal swell
as thick as tar now swallows heaven’s light,
a moment's dark as raven cants a spell
to cast his incarnation to the night.
A swirling tempest dwindles to serene
and, in the grainy dusk of twilight dawn,
his shape emerges, muscular and lean,
a manifest of human form is born.
He clothes his nakedness in furs of seal
and preens his onyx hair to mirrored guise,
as oceans, hushed, warn never to reveal
the raven that remains within his eyes.
He sets his kayak to the open seas,
and floats his haunting call upon the breeze.
The Owl hooted, the Badgers scampered
black and white suited. The Raven slept
with open eyes, as moon glow fell from
starlit skies. Silence broken by a babbling
brooke, and the Stag drank with a watchful
look. Reflecting light from moonbeamed
skies, and through the trees nature sighs.
On a post not far away, a Buzzard sits in
wait for prey, cants his head left and right,
all are feared this moonlit night. The word
is peace as flowers sleep, awaiting sun for
life to seep. And Gods tears in form of rain,
will kiss and bless their growing frame. The
undergrowth hums a soothing tune, this
soulful night in midst of June. Where the
Nightjars echo these hallowed halls, and
the Bats fly free on sonic calls. With all
thats nigh I close my eyes, heed the
breeze and its ghostly cries. In this I
understand, on nights like this I am
never alone and eyes will follow where
ever I roam,
The Blackbird bobs the lawn
This early dewy dawn
Cants his head left and right
For the worm out of sight
Down below a juicy worm
Through the dark wriggly squirm
He slides along without a care
Unaware he is breakfast fare
And the Blackbird hears the noise
Strikes the earth with lethal poise
Grabs poor worm by the tail
Stretching, pulling, can worm prevail
All together pulling, tugging
The worm the soil hugging
And then snapped in two
The Blackbird thinks that will do
Half for me and half for you
And the worm slinks to grow anew