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Soho's Blues


Simply absurd


Heard the news


Snotty residents


On pedants pews


Clear precedents


Vice do choose


Drive us potty


In arty farty mews


Latte & biscotti


With dotty views


Party always grotty


Spice will lose


A slutty hotty


Putty in her hand


Seedy queues


For smutty totty


Or bit of botty


Plenty of booze


A nutty hinterland


Hear our boos


Us well manned


Against this ruse


So underhand


With their coups


Good times banned


Westminster eschews


In pubs can't stand


Everyone poo poos


That's what's planned


If papers peruse


Chaos canned


Soho's Blues

Imposters

He once through a party 35 million dollars I'm told
Today worth 220 million dollars Spent by Kristi Nome
Never mention the current famine, with 80,000 deaths
Because he wanted a party, a Ballroom to empress
They call it Annexation the taking of one's land
Just like The Gulf of Mexico originally in the plan.
He traveled trips around the world
Shaking hands his etiquette unfurled
Attending funerals of high degree
Charles de Gaulle, John F. Kennedy
Calling himself king of kings
And his kingdom once again seen 
But to reality was different scene
Punishing Coups and Plotters
With violence against democracy
Poverty was forgot
Disguised with Peace Conferences
Silence is preferred
Human rights, Economic Progress, Civil Liberties 
Though listed they go deferred
The signing of a contract called a Treaty
A nation at war a nation of the needy
Two different languages hiding the facts
What kind of men would do such an act
Some say to others why did they hide the facts 
The comparison of each shows a picture to me
What we see coming and what things will be

Premium Member Tommy Robinson U K

You said it was 'simple tommy' a zionist to be.. If you thought Jews should have a  homeland..Yet last time i noticed.' Simplicity, did not present to me.' I see it as a convoluted set up.' With con-vid arms
And coups..Subversion and 'deep agendas' drugs human traffiking, an evil stew.' I see there is much vying with some type of a 'cabal' creation of ( b l m ? ) by scoros; hell.! Then there are 'Jews.' For Palestine?' No mention of them ( no show
And tell.?) I just don't see this case as simple.' Maybe I'm not up to date.? Yet I
Just feel to raise a question.' Before all gets 'labelled, as simply' it was just; all in our fates.'


Premium Member 3 ku coups

The continuity of the continuation of the continuous continues continually. 


“Carry on” was once a reference to a state of perseverance now it is a small bag brought  aboard an airliner containing a “comfort” animal.


Cats are not feral they are deviously ingenious entrepreneurs that take over the company.

April 16 Rain

April 16—Rain

No Rain



In 2025, the world ended
With the collapse
Of the worldwide climate system.

Monster storms of the century
devastated half the world.

But the other half of the world
Had no rain or snow
For almost a whole year
The once-green grass was dying.


Crops failed everywhere
And baked in the unrelenting
Blastwave furnace-like heat
Heatwave after heatwave.


Military coups took place
Fascism re-emerged
The public demanded action
The politicians played
The blame game.

With the collapse of trade
And travel restrictions
People stayed home
Making do the best they could.

Home-grown gardens
Proliferated.

Feudal townships grew
As people walled themselves off
To save their communities.

The rich build underground cities
While the poor starved
And civilization crumbled

Wildlife proliferated
As did neo-savage
cannibal gangs.

By the year 2030
It was all over
And the rains
Never came out west.

THE CRADLE

I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
 I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
 I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy.
 My distress illuminated the darkness of my weaknesses.
 I am forged in the burning furnaces of struggle and survival.
 In my veins flows the impure blood of slaves, riflemen and resistance fighters.
 My gaze carries the weight of the pain of my color and the age-old injustices of my oppressed people throughout the Earth.
 My persecuted skin is the cemetery of the scars of battles, trials and sacrifices of my ancestors dehumanized by supremacist slave traders and racialist colonialists.
 I am the bitter fruit of a continent nourished by fratricidal conflicts, genocides, civil wars, coups d'état, dictatorial excesses, tribal hatred, treachery, corruption and neocolonial stratagems.
 My memories are horrible nightmares, broken fragments of all the horrors my eyes have seen.
 My mind is a battlefield where truth, justice, liberty, equality and fraternity are expressed without hindrance.


Premium Member Our Lives Rearranged

So many times our lives rearranged
    Resilient we are, accustomed to change

  Wars, Revolutions, Coups and Upheavals
    Plunder and Pillage and assorted evils

  Recessions, Depressions, Runaway Inflation
    Calls for austerity and eating food rations

  Bankruptcies, lay-offs, terminations
    Then all of a sudden, rejuvenations  

  So go with the flow, and just do your best
    Give yourself one leg up on the rest

The Death of Common Sense

The death of common sense has been under reported lately 
As a coups d'état has taken the world by storm.

Now 
Upon his throne "stupidity" holds council with callousness, greed , hate and war ,all of whom smugly agree it's seem like a darker future a head .

Stupidity  calls for Suffering , but she is busy in foreign lands at present , so war is sent with a message to bring her home.
Meanwhile callousness and hate shall have to do her bidding until she returns .

So the word goes out,  common sense is dead ,
Stupidity and it's ways now rule us all !

Premium Member Save the Constitution

Save the Constitution

What would the framers of the Constitution say?
To see socialists gaining favor and momentum,
And grabbing power by debasing the United States
By destroying the foundation on which America was built.

Propaganda and hatred spew from their socialist lips,
Disguised by the political party that they have hijacked.
Nothing is sacred to them in their quest for power,
Even if it means ripping the Constitution apart.

They worship the gods of evil sanctimoniously
(The transfer of power is through coups employed viciously)
And disregard the American Constitution wholeheartedly
In their quest to submit the country to foreign dominance.

Americans! Be not fooled! Among you lurks deceit,
From spies in the Capitol to traitors in the streets.
There are snakes in the grass, devilish in desire,
Who don’t cherish the United States Constitution at heart
Nor share the American dream rooted in independence.
                                            ***

Note:
   The Constitution of the United States of America was adopted and signed on September 17, 1787, at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

The Death of Common Sense

The death of common sense has been under reported lately 
As a coups d'état has taken the world by storm.

Now 
Upon his throne "stupidity" holds council with callousness, greed , hate and war ,all of whom smugly agree it's seem like a darker future a head .

Stupidity  calls for Suffering , but she is busy in foreign lands at present , so war is sent with a message to bring her home.
Meanwhile callousness and hate shall have to do her bidding until she returns .

So the word goes out,  common sense is dead ,
Stupidity and it's ways now rule us all !

Premium Member Whistle Blowers

Whistle Blowers
By Franklin Price
10/26/2019

Whistle blowers everywhere
When causes need a shove
Funny how they have no names
For finger prints, a glove

They come out of the woodwork
Close to the powers that be
Might suffer repercussions
If they gave identity

Want no risk for what they say
For fingers that they point
If they remain anonymous
Won't end up in the joint

Our Nation's founding fathers
Were whistle blowers too
They signed the Declaration
Disclosed who would lead the coups

Risked their lives and their possessions
For all that they believed
Drew the line within the sand
So no one was deceived

If you're a whistle blower
And what you say is true
Sign the declaration
That's the least that you should do

Premium Member Renoir Luminary

Renoir touched my heart,
my eyes, my soul, sighing lips —
illumined brushstrokes

~           ~           ~

Renoir touché mon cœur,
mes yeux, mon âme, soupirant des lèvres -
coups de pinceau éclairés

10/12/2019

Again

I've lost it again,
 the time, the shine,
 I found, the Divine. 
 the care, the flair,
 My love, my prayer.
 The touch, the nudge, 
 The tears they smudge,
 my face, my heart,
 crumble, fall apart,
 wide eyed, conciled,
 confined, docile.
 bear it all, I fall,
 It's withdrawal,
 from love, it coups up,
 ardent, perturbed.
 It cuts, scratches, wounds
 Slashes,
 Snatches,
  you,
  from me,
  I bleed, I plead,
  Crawling, kneeling,
  I tread, squealing,
  pain remains,
  Enchained, restrained,
  Smirk, I feign,
  I've lost it again.

Free People Are Brothers

Tyranny melts away trust.
Invasions plague peace.
Wars destroy civilizations.
Coups ignite battles.

How can we call ourselves brothers
if we smell gun, gunpowder and blood
everywhere around us?

Let's cease tyranny, invasions, wars,
and coups, so that we have the audacity
to call each other brothers....

The Flood

Inundating, binging,
the muddy, bulimic river
gorged the flood plain, consuming
everything that wasn’t nailed down:
tree limbs, leaves, bleating sheep, chicken coups,
plastic grocery bags, inner tubes,
cesspit contents, only to vomit
it back up to its torrential torrent surface.
Helpless victims stand the high ground
with a wing and prayer their homes
be spared the wrath of God
knowing only too well that the laws
of nature…
have no favorites.

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