Don’t!
Don’t put your thoughts on paper
Don’t dare to think out loud
Don’t express on social media
Don’t put them up in cloud
Don’t criticize the useless
Don’t voice a point of view
Don’t flex your vocal cord
Don’t think you’re immune
Six burly officers are coming
Because of something you said
They crash the door early morning
And they’ll tear you from your bed
They’ll whisk you down the bridewell
Slam you in a six foot by eight
The CID will make you confess
About all the things that you hate
You can shop lift for a past time
Carry a machete along the road
Threaten cut all white throats
And never do as your told
Keep your gob shut firm and tight
Take the pen and put it down
Don’t tweet early morn or late night
Decent is only for a clown.
David Cox 29/03/25
Cid once said that I was his Final Fantasy
Cid lied...or did he?
I am thinking of all the sweet cucumber melon frits I have eaten.
And as a strenuous Soul once said to the Earth Goddess, "I am impeccable.", I roared back, "Impudity."
For I once was a seagull, high in dementia. Now I'm a porecilan pear just barely stinging TO dementia; my collar bone has no quarries. I am alone in this vast world unraveling, unwavering itself as a steady snail's pace at me, unto me. Unto ME.
For why in the world am I in such worry, Fizzle-Mc-Drizzle? Why am I seeing myself grope and sweep and sweat the night away into musty odors fit like a king of Barnaely?
Have I no compassion? The voice I hear as my echoing consciousness from Spirit World seems to think so.
For what world have I come from, strange inaudible Titan Atlas and Atticus still murmuring over the book, "To kill a Mockingbird?" Am I THAT preconscious?
Have I no compassion? The voice I hear inside my echoing head seems to think so from Spirit World.
Oh! Spitit Word...! Oh, of WGAT?
AWOL
My GF seems to have gone AWOL
So I’ve raised the alarm with INTERPOL,
With the F.B.I and the C.I.A.
And even tried Y.M.C.A.
An S.O.S on the B.B.C.
A daily call to N.Y.P.D.
I’ve written to every A&E
(Enclosing, of course, an S.A.E.)
Scotland Yard say their C.I.D.
Have checked every seaside B&B
I want to speak to her U.C.
To ask if she’ll B.R.B.
Tonight I’m starting to visit A.A.
I’ve just heard she’s married in L.A.
5th April 2021
Acronyms in Couplets contest
Sponsor - L Milton Hankins
A fool matador by name of El Cid
Could not control either ego or id
Turned his back on the bull
Felt a rude tug, hard pull
Two horns split his tights down the seams, they did
One should never turn his back on a bull
Unless, of course, one's extremely skillful
Bulls are fierce and large
For certain they'll charge
Just to get a yummy good bellyful
~ B.B. and G.W. ~
Which of these does man have control over? (Choose all that apply)
_ Rainfall deficits trigger biotic crisis
_ Acid rain decimates ecosystems
_ ICBMs rain down destruction
_ None of the above
***
November 3, 2019
F T I series 17 rain
Brian Strand, sponsor
On a bright broad beach near Barcelona
Where I was feeling so all alone-a
A glorious vision strode into view.
Like Rubirosa, I knew what to do.
I charmed this woman from Segovia,
A fair descendant of the great El Cid.
Her radiant eyes and shimmering hair
Caused many a wag to stammer and stare.
She charged my cardiovascular pump
But in Madrid she tossed me on the dump.
Like a cop she caused cardiac arrest
As my collapsed knees can truly attest.
As I lay in my bed about half dead
This fair lady came with a smile like lead,
Making me feel old and filled with deep dread,
She offered farewell with the words she said,
“You poor lost puppy here is a new leash
For some silly maid to have and to hold.
I must confess I am quite over ya
I’m leaving Madrid for Segovia.”
Insects
meek mosquito
came, sung, drank blood to live
harmless to harmful they’re killer
in race!
I killed
colored my hand
no blood I kept in them
They were mosquitoes of last night
none knew
CID team
from the insects
charged, seized and punished me
for lifelong; coward I was jailed
sleeping!
-November 10, 2018 Chattogram
M-orning's
A-cid
R-ain
I-s
O-ver
A-s
S-unrise
U-ses
N-o
C-hill
I -n
O-pening
N-ewness
Topic: Birthday of Mario F. Asuncion (May 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Trump for Contempt Horn Haiku
Should Trump we pre-empt?
Or for everything exempt;
Jail him for contempt.
So what do you think?
Can he remove every kink
We end down the sink.
Lost cause he had been
Eaten up in lion's den;
Thank God and Amen.
Jim Horn
http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/will-donald-trump-chicken-out-of-debates-736382531719?cid=eml_mra_20160802
Shhhhhhhhh
*Silence*...the air is dead...I'm
alone inside ...I won't even
speak...for what's the
purpose?...no one will hear my
words...no one around to
understand....my innermost
thoughts and emotions licked
and sealed only to remain in
this very large
envelope....*Silence*..reticent
speechlessness... where are
you in my time of need?...the
person that I'm meant to
love...to connect with mentally
and physically...at this point I
could just use someone to TALK
to...*Silence*...thoughts of
violence are reoccurring....I'm
screaming at the top of my
lungs... but even after that the
silence has once again
returned...*THOUGHT
THOUGHT UNCONTROLLABLE
THOUGHTS... all control is
lost...I'm overwhelmed with
pain and sorrow...my will to live
is gone...if only someone had
LISTENED...*DEAD SILENCE*
CiD *Conformity Is Death*
BREAKFAST CLUB
As children we FEAR darkness…we’re not able to fully comprehend why but somehow we know the misery that it brings…there comes a point in time however when we become more and more comfortable with darkness…we FEEL we are able to “understand” it….from that point it then becomes a likely companion…steering us away from everything that is the LIGHT…we are all able to identify with PAIN and anguish in one way or another….of course there is no wrongdoing in this…it is when we immerse ourselves in pure unbalanced EVIL…that does a grave injustice to our own SELF…the BRAIN becomes clouded with thoughts of ANGER and misfortune…the SPIRIT begins to deteriorate from the toxins of iniquity…it is imperative that we treat the tri-fecta (MIND,BODY, SOUL) with much better care…let us not be bamboozled by the seductiveness of the shadows…YOU are a gift and the present is always a chance…take CONTROL of the chance…liberate yourself from your own demons…fall not at the knees of being tragically dispositioned…instead embrace inner BALANCE….+- +- +- +-
CiD *Conquering Inner Demons*
4:20
S.E.L.F (Spiritual Evolution Last Forever)
NAKED PICTURES
Read my words understand
who I AM and why I AM...they
are as revealing as naked
pictures...stripped completely
down hiding nothing...I offer
nothing but the BARE TRUTH
with absolutely no shame....it's
therapeutic for me that I
REVEAL to you what is my
greatest joy as well as my
pain...can't you see the beauty
of emotional nudity?....the
willingness to share what is you
truly feel?...without the
oppression that is
censorship?...I CAN...break the
grips of your own fear of
judgement...exercise the right
of self expression...appreciate
the FREEDOM of
being...completely naked...
CiD *Cosmic Intelligent
Design*
4:20
Nudism
A man dies...without any
realization of the event taken
place...his soul manipulated
and deteriorated by a world he
knows not to be malignant...a
Divine Being deprived of his
true potential...now reduced to
only BEING null and void...
*ANOTHER MAN DIES* seeking
all the transient pleasures the
world has to offer...yet he has
not SEARCHED deep within for
true worth ....the value of the
MIND BODY and SOUL
interchanged for monetary
gain...the sight of this
continuous cycle pains my
heart...*ANOTHER MAN
DIES*...not the physical death
but perishes
eternally...unbeknownst he has
truly never lived at all...
CiD *Conformity Is Death*
4:20
BREAKFAST CLUB
Thinks Out Loud: Reality is in the eye of the beholder…the images that are constantly present in the MIND…the voices is your head…they are all authentic…it would be criminal of us to ignore our own precious gift…the gift to truly SEE perfectly without applying natural eyesight…the use of the third eye with perfect 20/20 vision...there are no “figments” of the imagination…a figment is merely a theory or a fictionalized product of the mind…it has been unjust that we have been taught to dismiss our visions….”go back to sleep Timmy it was ONLY a dream”…..*PONDERS*…perhaps we should go back to our dreams for this only so called “reality”?....
CiD *Cynical Introverted Dreamer*
Cuatro Viente
Are we "growing up" or giving up?...when did living a substantial lifestyle take precedence over simply LIVING?....*UNANSWERED QUESTION*...as children we consistently exercised the abilities of the creative MIND .... things such as drawing pictures based on INDIVIDUAL perception and taking the time to go outside to enjoy nature were done on a daily basis and with so much zest...we were NATURAL born innovators...when we ran out of games to play we then made up our own....it baffles me how we were able to transition from such a PURE moment in time into a "life" filled with mediocrity...why is that true HAPPINESS is so commonly compromised?...all in the name of some manipulated concept of progressing in the so called "real world"....I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to not IMAGINE...to experience a life without VISION (3rd EYE) ...life in itself would be death by conformity...so eager are we to make such a crude sacrifice...are you yourself not brought to tears whenever a child dies?...UNANSWERED QUESTION*
CiD *Childhood Innocence Destroyed??*
4:20
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