From an earthen pitcher, a few intimate letters
fly away as birds, written in the language of water.
Flowing across the breast of the R?-manobi in the bridal chamber,
the leaves from the story of the wild rose in the eyes of the forest doe
cause no loss of life.
A blue whale rises
from the Pacific Ocean and plays football
with a village boy. Then no one remembers
the cup of the melancholy emperor. On the restless heads
of cows and buffaloes, I too keep sprinkling holy water
and continue searching for
the botanical life of unmarried kholamkuchis.
Citizen rain and those khichuri days
had increased the fertility
of my disappearance
Affable unflappable an incomparable parable & fable
Telegraph path defending ending era sending a cable
As Indian power does deflower our Test tower of Babel
Reliant on our defiant thoroughbred in the Kiwi stable
Does what says on the label as Kane so keen and able
Hushed kudos so humble yet giant sat at the top table
Hardy a great first rate trait played ball late almost tardy
Held aloft by hands so soft weaving his third man spree
Inner fire to the wire winner desire is Kane down to a tee
Outwitting Kohli and sitting pretty on top of the WTC tree
Fitting in his twilight dimming the limelight is not about me
Travesty not to marvel at artistry & majesty of his tapestry
Heavenly ability with angelic humility part of a holy trinity
Stoic & heroic Martin's successor a professor still ego free
With Crowe & Hadlee bestow Black cap history our nobility
Affinity for infinity for all three so totally Kiwi simply divinity
Have you ever noticed the Law is a bit... peculiar?
It treats "Filthy Pigs" like they’re much, much cooler.
I’m a citizen here, not a servant or peasant,
But the way they treat "Equality" is really unpleasant.
My mistakes get a fine and a stern talking-to,
While the "Old Ones" get lunch and a nice ocean view.
I’ve thought about not voting them in anymore,
But apathy’s winning, and frankly, it’s a bore.
I’d go "underground" to escape all the taxes,
But even the afterlife probably has "death-fax-es."
Is this the world’s end? Or just Monday morning?
I feel like my ancestors gave me no warning!
The rulers don’t care if we moan or we cry,
They’re busy eating cake while the world passes by.
But hey, Mother Earth is watching this circus,
And soon the "Big Trumpet" will finally work us!
Some say the Bible is outdated and changed
But we don’t buy that noise
The voice of certain echoes in this generation
The system tries to put fear in our minds
They try to scare us, but have
No idea that God the Father has prepared us for a time like this!
We don’t bow; we stand tall with respect
Remembering the King of Kings, Jesus Christ
He lives and continues to call people to His Throne
The system plays games
But the Kingdom Citizens see
The names of deceit with the help of The Holy Spirit
Kingdom Citizen, we stand our ground
We don’t fold; we hold on to the promise
Raise your voice for the King of Kings
Raise your poetry for the Man of centuries
Kingdom Citizen, we rise from the dust
We don’t bow to the norm
We were born to praise the Name of Jesus
His blood is the key and was spilled on the Cross
Now we are filled with His purpose
So, we can stand our ground
We don’t fold; we hold on to the promise
Raise your voice for the King of Kings
Raise your poetry for the Man of centuries, Jesus Christ
Mark Frank
One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of the low)
there's nowhere to go
so
between me and you, flee, be a refugee,
what's a poor girl to do?
Am I a foul fellow when the house is longer than this morning? Am I the designer of the living room that doesn’t encourage formality, because we’re associated with rigid boundaries? I’m the next citizen of an affluent hovel. I’ll be the next coastal lowland along any gulf & hearing your voice, pattering on every rooftop, I cover all the island-dotted lakes with your shadow. Somewhere within, a breath produces vapour, making the sauna feel even hotter. Now if my shop doesn’t pay you, it means my family goes hungry. No public property is written off here. You’re the capital of these floating islands, a nice account in the only bank here, you can take my people for a holiday to May Isle. I get a bit of capital, nothing is your own, is it? It’s for her, my daughter in a white mask.
I lost a bracelet
Returned to the place where I bought
There I found it
Someone has tied it hanging
There a caption I read:
"Lost and found bracelet,
Claim with a receipt."
I gave the receipt and claim it again
I'm happy to see that there are still
People who have a heart of a good citizen.
A Senior Citizen any day
Blessed to wake up hooray
Through the aches and pain
Sometimes the need to complain
Memory sometimes in forget
Enjoyment of retirement blitz
Carefree sensation
Surrounded by family and Grandchildren
Forget the Nursing Home
Always a need to walk and talk
Enriched spirit
Wanting to enjoy and live
Breath of Life
Embracing refreshing flowers
Sometimes for hours
Oasis of their own
Rocking Chair moments
Reflecting on their past life
Youthful years
Wisdom mounts
Encouraging words
Exercising those joints
Friendly breezes in blessing
Smile to smile
Heart to heart
A Senior Citizen Start.
He talks a lot about America, Americans
So much talks and much more bla bla bla
But, his actual loyalty is to Israel state
Angry Citizens
Tired of the sitting woke government, the fake
niceness and the depletion of Germanies
heavy industry, not to forget her sycophantic
behavior towards Israel, a far-right party has
emerged.
There has been dark plotting afoot by some of
the party members, namely a famous TV cook
a welder from Austria, a GP. an astrologer
and presumably a tealeaf reader
The plot was to kidnap the prime minister
parade him on TV in his North Korean hairpiece
the one he only uses at home, hitherto a family
secret, although there had been rumors
force feed him bratwurst, boiled potatoes
and chicken nuggets until he promised to end
his pathetic practices and make Germany
great again.
The would-be terrorists were caught there
will be a trial, but we sense they will be let off
with custodian sentence
"Only the heroic has the right to gloat.
Chasten citizen
Glory in times of trials
accept discipline.
This many guys dislike its mention
Including an owner of mansion,
From avowed lover walking away
And next time block his coming their way…
For even the steadfast tax payer
Regular payment not his prayer;
One could swear there’s no Tax Payer Max
Who wouldn’t want the rules to relax!
As often as not tax evasion,
To depletion of wealth aversion...
What makes a citizen a patriot,
Long prattles about it like parrot;
‘Very proud’ the delivering voice
Though doubtful over it would rejoice…
In US a political risk,
Your rival handling the matter brisk
In Nigeria treated like God’s tithe,
Easily, payers like struck snakes writhe…
Tax payment states its own energy
“Mass non-payment nation’s elegy.”
I can't wait for May 29:
On that day Spanish or French wine,
Ready same day Italian shoe;
I'll die for its color: sky blue!
May 29 President goes,
In Nigeria, New Promise flows;
First Citizen 'Just Citizen';
In the North Fulani Denizen...
Yes, President is going home
Straight to his very safe fine foam.
The smiles of a fake achiever;
He knows he could not deliver...
The presidency is a hot seat:
Only few guys can brave the heat:
The Guy I see befriend The Press,
More often than less in white dress;
To Nigeria offering Peace;
He forgets foreheads he did crease!
I myself - Zap! - to some kitchen
Four Thousand for full fried chicken:
I'm marking the end of a farce:
Failed Nigeria given a pass.
I
My two daughters love Two States
Two ways, at least
They love Maryland & Virginia
They love English and Spanish
They love their dad and Mom
They love Democrat & Republican as American
They know the Constitution didn't make Parties
They Know G. Washington warned Parties
Divide anation, when electing should take best 'man'
For the job he refused to Name "king" - but Mr. President
II
My daughters proudly thank, work for America
We can't say much, dear patriots, freedom lovers
But they do data mining, sub-contracting for Feds
I have seen some AWARDS, we sleep well
And Jesus gives us a clean conscience as we 'talk'
'US Constitution,' "freedoms," national & global citizenship
About academic freedom
III
Those who "jingo" about nationalism, what
will you tell Jesus who reminded us:
You are a citizen of heaven, not of this world?
( Reference: Paul's epistles, and Peters Letters in the New Testament." We are not one-dimensional
"Americans" - but as with "hats" as a member
Of biological families: know all the roles u play!
He had a Trump sign on his front lawn.
I was concerned, so naturally I set fire to his house.
She told us that men cannot give birth,
Naturally, obviously I was concerned, upset,
and had her committed for reeducation.
He wore no mask in the restaurant,
deeply concerned, I had him thrown out.
Naturally we doxed him,
chanted ‘racist’ outside his home.
She refused to be vaccinated;
said they did not work.
of course I blew the whistle on her,
had her sacked.
We must stand together, and not tolerate
these ungrateful, reactionary malcontents.
Concerned citizens must be vigilant,
yet caring – as I am.
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