All the birds in the skies stopped singing
All the clocks on the walls stopped ticking
All the bells in the halls started ringing
Once the gun in his hand started clicking
a penny saved is a penny earned
adding insult to injury, her love was spurned
afraid of his own shadow and against all odds
airing his dirty laundry happened to both Todds
the all mighty dollar earned by a chip off the old block
all talk no action and an axe to grind, said Mrs. McLock
barking up the wrong tree was a little dog too
quiet as a mouse was my mean Aunt Louise Sue.
Learn to honors withhold
From a disgraceful fold
And to say nothing unique
About a stinking clique…
Never the things that could ennoble
The Point Blank Ignoble.
A lot I know about wealth
Sourced from consummate stealth
And about riches in wrong hands resting
And, come spending time, fast wasting!
Reckon that forty had like flies dropped,
Some blood-stained floor to be never mopped:
A case far away from The Merely Stolen
Though their Robin Hood had left some token
In truth , a business made snappy
Through triggers that got too happy,
A lasting triumph making of a single shooting
Through the craziest ceaseless shooting!
Clique click clickety-click
If you are liked group acceptance is quick
Clique click clickety-clack
Upset one, knives felt in your back
Clique click clickety-clock
Whispering messages sent round the block
Clique click clickety-cluck
Recreant bullies deliberate destruct
Clique click clickety-click
Treacherous two-faced hypocrites
Speak up against one when one attacks you
They'll group together the bully gang crew
They follow like sheep to try to seem cool
Encouraging each other, each torturing tool
Lecture on righteousness, go against it themselves
Bullies own egos stacked high on their shelf
Clever smart answers to try and impress
Wilful nastiness they will not suppress
Pushing, goading with a poisonous tongue
Septic words spoken that can't be undone
Negative words tightens noose round a neck
Friends and families mourn their own dead
Why batter and beat to control and feel strong?
When most know its wicked and morally wrong
No bullying, no tears, no victims to suffer
Kindness, respect - no pain to another.
12.12.20
The what society?
The I-think-I can-get-you-mad-Society.
Why would I join that?
Come on. It’ll be fun. No one can get anyone angrier faster than you can!
With a compliment like that,
Naturally I filled out the
Application form.
I should know in
A couple of years
Whether I made it.
Dignity of knife in hope or fright
cuts the outer edge of desire.Huddled
anxiety oversees the fringe bites
of comforts. The child you abandoned
on road becomes a tree I nurtured.
A leafy town grows in the calyx of capricious
impermanence. Calisthenics permeates the
vibrations in foxgloves.Dragonflies become
vulnerable in feckless shadows of eyes. The
lithe body metastasizes into a mausoleum,
you adore. A tiger mauls a gift of bed.
Your whispers start hissing for intrusion.
A pilgrim of negation raises a non-belief,
creates a stimulus to bestow an endless
pain in summation of all night.
With every breath I take,
I find more time to waste,
I find more things to throw away,
I find more, more, more, of the same, same, same.
With every breath I take,
and every step I make,
I become clique,
more same, same, same.
With every second passing,
and as the minutes collect,
and as the daylight consumes,
and the moonlight protects,
and the mirror inspects,
and the pleasure injects,
and the thoughts infect,
its these words that matter, when everything is gone, these words, these words,
are all that is left.
Clique, clique,
the same, the same,
did i really, even at all,
ever have anything to say?
Let these words,
not become more waste,
read them well,
and then turn the page.
You know who they are
The people who run
Your social kingdom
We are built on them
The groups of people who are the
Power clique
But you still are just you
And you want the
Fame that they have
Efforts to mingle
So moving to pastures new
Cliquishness of some
Dignity of knife in hope or fright
cuts the outer edge of desire.Huddled
anxiety oversees the fringe bites
of comforts. The child you abandoned
on road becomes a tree I nurtured.
A leafy town grows in the calyx of capricious
impermanence. Calisthenics permeates the
vibrations in foxgloves.Dragonflies become
vulnerable in feckless shadows of eyes. The
lithe body metastasizes into a mausoleum,
you adore. A tiger mauls a gift of bed.
Your whispers start hissing for intrusion.
A pilgrim of negation raises a non-belief,
creates a stimulus to bestow an endless
pain in summation of all night.
SATISH VERMA
Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down,
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...
Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...
Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound...
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...