Al Capone
did some things I can't condone,
which is just to say -
no massacres on Valentines Day.
neon trick or treater girl amazed us with her glow
I have a black light living room, so I invited her over, said Flo
She came in and danced around, a party all her own
We did not think she would ever leave, something to condone
My husband made lots of suggestions, but she really wanted to stay
But you had to finally kick her out, suggested my not-so-nice cousin Jay
No, we went to bed, listening to her dance all over the place
She had pancakes this morning, we are hoping she’ll give us a bit of space
Don Trumpty sits down on this throne
He’s crying and emits a loud groan
I can't believe a word
Said by this lying nerd
Like Epstein's acts I can't condone
The Epstein files revealed the lies
Of princes and powerful guys
Flight logs show Don Trump’s name
But deflection’s his game
All wrong doings, Trumpty denies
His evil deed’s he can’t suppress
Truth Social's his form of address
The chump should be banned
From the shores of Greenland
Small wonder the U.S is a mess!
If Black is beauty
We should have the fury
Ready to bless the scary
And chase away the treason treasury
To stand all a one unity
If Africa is great
That all true records she ever chest
Are ours; should it be colligate?
A snatch cum valid blood attest
Or be the genuine far away debate
If Man is a true clan
Will he submit to condone
And stand in place for his fan
To watch destruction under his pan
While taking refuge off plan
If Woman is a weak vessel
Should she be overlooked actionable
Clinch to addle
While we claim no boss; continue to saddle
For all the pleasure pleasing nestle
If nothing is to be counted upon
Men will make no peace of anyone
And find only hell a daemon
But somethings are to count on
Yet killings are all of fun
If the aftermath result war
Nigeria becomes what we saw
Eating up the law
Burning in insurgency and hatred raw
Have we more to abhor?
those who claim to understand
and then turn their back on where they stood
sending auxiliaries under the guise of liberation,
only after supplying the shackles of our own making
they chant of peace-making and lawfulness,
only to drown out the cries of the weary
introducing inconceivable fallacies as gospel into the minds of the masses
wielding ignorance sharpening it until it blooms into hatred
offering remedies to manufactured illnesses,
a corruption to the general mind
a mind that has long since merged into one
we stand in harmony, devoid of unity, tuning into the frequency of their desire
birthing thoughts of incest,
children of big big brother
marching blindly into a battlefield of the deaf
what we ignore may not be what we accept,
but what we condone
There have been moments just to sit quietly
In places of uncertainty and of the unknown
Furthest away from all which represents society
Surrounded by nothing and completely alone
Alone to my thoughts thinking in sincerity
What happened to bring me to this place
A place of reflection in complete solidarity
Severity of anxiety is very difficult to face
Some say you should just let it go and relax
Why do you dwell on things you cannot control
The dark side says just mind your own beeswax
With words readers probably wouldn't condone
It's difficult to explain the cause behind the pain
Or why the attacks have a tendency to occur
I definitely don't like what it does to my brain
Causing all my thoughts to be a sudden blur
Crippling it becomes causing the need for sleep
Break this horrible spell and bring this day to an end
So that for another day my wits I may truly keep
And those I hurt by my sins completely amend
My mother cooked spaghetti
When she made her fish croquettes,
The salmon from a can, a dish
One easily forgets.
Ronzoni was her pasta brand;
The box was blue and bold.
This never varied, even though
Some other brands were sold.
The water boiled inside a pot
And when the time arrived
To drop in the spaghetti,
We were somehow all deprived
Of a meal Italians would condone
Because – you might just laugh –
To make the cooking easier,
She broke the strands in half!
It never felt quite right to me,
Yet when I cook today,
I understand exactly why
She made her dish that way.
You have to force spaghetti down,
Unless your pot is huge,
So breaking it in half is like
A clever subterfuge.
I cook it in the proper way
And haven’t backed down yet,
But I still can’t get my spouse to try
The go-with fish croquette!
There are things in this life
Weighing me down it's true
There's anxiety and depression
Are some hell l go through
The part of life called living
This is the burden I bare
It would be different for me
Maybe if anyone would care
People who are close to me
Have left me to be alone
They don't like what they hear
My actions they don't condone
I've been pleading out for help
And there's no one that's near
The time is now for this to end
Death i will no longer fear
AI?
Not with what 'A' stands for
in front of 'Insemination' or 'Intelligence'!
Facebook?
Not one look!
X/Twitter?
Not this heavy-hitter!
Spotify?
Not if I can help it!
ITube? YouTube? WeAllTube?
Not as it's DubiousTube!
Microsoft?
Not hardly what it ought to be!
Fast food?
Not food, fast? Possibly!
Wine is alcohol, alcohol a preservative,
in the U.S., to preserve wine,
they add sulfites and preserve a preservative!
Makes all the sense in the world to some,
but not me as, I live in a world of my own,
where artificial goes unknown,
population one, where I answer to none,
it's a concept of mine which I alone condone.
Timeless vibes on my Spotify,
Reminding me how time thus flies.
Nostalgic memories I can’t condone—
Over the years, I’ve always felt alone.
When life was simple and my mind was free,
Now I’m nothing, a nobody, like a dead man walking me.
Walk me back through time when everything was right—
No more sadness, no more stress, no more tears at night.
Friends who died spend nights staring at the sky.
Mind is empty, soul is dark, ain’t no more envy.
Dot my ‘I’ and cross my ‘T’, surely life goes on—
Back then, four years ago, my mind was so damn heavy.
All these worries and pain can’t buy me a gun.
Shot my past, but I missed—now I’m on the run.
It’s been going on for years, scared to face my fears,
Drowning in silence, buried in tears.
Timeless vibes, but my clock feels broken.
Smiles in the mirror, but they’re only tokens.
I play each track like a voice from the grave—
Memories I couldn’t keep, the ones I couldn’t save.
Still, I rewind, hoping to find peace,
A moment, a song, where the chaos ceased.
What means destiny?
It's being an all round, or waiting for the correct time.
Doing own work with perfection, or waiting for corrections in life.
Learning from own mistakes, or leaving everything on divine.
Isn't it's our own steps and actions decides our destiny!
Ahh! Quite confusing!
Every theories gives a new conclusion.
Every suspect wants a new condone........
Similarly; Every person wants new succession but without exertion!
Listen! Stop being lazy..... having faith is good but overness makes you crude.
Perfection is not what destiny beings......
Sometimes only taking small and correct steps is what destiny seeks.
There is no exact explanation of destiny as it may vary with person and their personality.......
But we can have a guess that......if our deeds are good then our destiny can be defined without any compunction and uncertainty .
~Pratibha Pradhan
If it isn't my old friend Ebenezer,
why you ugly grizzled geezer!
Have some tea (or soup) of barley,
This is your pal, Jacob Marley.
You needn't be so ghostly white.
There is no reason for your fright.
You've been reading evil books.
That explains your worried looks.
You won't hear rattling chains or moans.
Your business practices, I condone.
Money's good everywhere, even heaven's gate.
You don't need to fear your fate.
It's the time since feeling sandy grit scratch between my toes
Transparently do I remember, although the years have flown
Chilling memories sitting here, Ice cold and nervously alone
Once a place was my escape, to flee a troubled home
I never liked the water, even now that I am grown
Only would I climb the rocks and carve my name in stone
The sharp edges of a tortoiseshell, engraving with its bone
Despite a life so undeserving, forgiveness I have shown
But I shall never forget their malice, nor their actions will I condone
Sometimes, we groan
That we're alone
"Till God condone.
Will is the executive …
intellect advisor
Choice as a marriage
the two must condone
Committed and daunting
with guideposts of knowledge
Marching in tandem
— pursuing the truth
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
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