Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
Categories:
crushers, corruption, freedom, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Awhile back my soul took a wrong turn
sometimes I wonder was I a tough birth
did I come out feet first
like a blue faced luge runner
banking right then left onto the icy cuff
launching into a starless pit of nothingness-
Maybe your breasts were filled with booze
not enough nurture.
Maybe a bit to much old fashioned strap
from steppingstone mother
for the most minor infractions.
Without love to temper stings
life is just one big muddy slog
void of any spring-
I'm hesitant-simple decisions are difficult.
and that ever present haze of mistrust
once sparkling relations turning diamonds into dust-
Maybe I snapped when that pissed off farmer.
wrapped a dead snake around my neck-
For freeing his herd of cows-now I'm a bit of a control freak.
Wanting to palm butterflies and honeybees.
Maybe It was that fifth grade "teacher"(you know who you are).
With the strong cologne and loose hands-
That made me into a quicksand man.
Everybody I meet gets sucked into the ooze.
I need to let it all go-clean the mental lint trap.
but these sun crushers, present and past.
keep arriving in sleek sharky waves.
Bearing loose plastic fingers and black satin drapes-
Categories:
crushers, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Jo was born in Yorkshire, England,
In 1979, but moved up to Glasgow,
And in 2011 saw a spinal tumor take,
So embraced fully the Spinal Games.
Thrown into wheelchair rugby brutal,
She became the Crushers vice-captain,
And began in 2014 a career as a F51,
Throwing the discus and club objects.
She did well and set a ER of 17.68m,
Then in Perth got PBs of 9.79 & 19.50,
Where she took home the gold medal,
In both of these rugged muscle events.
In 2015 busy Dubai beckoned, Fazaa,
She did the F32, the F33, and the F51.
She won the discus with a 8.87m throw,
To set a new ER, striving further on.
And she also won the club, totally cool,
With 19.69m to take her home the gold.
Olympic Park in London made 21.5m,
Where she saw her competitor’s backs.
Indeed, at the Worlds in Doha, Qatar,
Jo went on to throw 21.4m, a CR made,
Which relegated her rival into second,
So she’ll be at Rio for both the events.
Categories:
crushers, body, health, sports, strength,
Form: Blank verse
Trashcans of intellectual waste
Crushers of recycled ‘truth’
Warehouses of stored lies
Slaughterhouses of unspoken dreams
Hiding behind Ivy walls
Covered with malicious intent
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2013)
Categories:
crushers, loss,
Form: Ballad
if only i could see her eyes
they would tell me everything
i know... look into my eyes you could see the past prese...
but its not about me, no its about her
she is getting older an still struming along sometime alone
or with a friend companion or a senseful stranger
if only i could see her eyes
shiny so dark, hiden in light
they would let out her feelings
all in a calm yet angered way
she would be swinging or weeping
but still stiff as a board
she could be joyous and scare you
and not move a muscle
if i could see into her eyes
they would tell me about her first time
first time for what... i dont know but i would know the feeling and if
it felt good or painfully wrong
her eyes will tell me
dar puddles of confusion and knowing
i could see it all if only
i could see her eyes
Categories:
crushers, loveme,
Form: I do not know?
bold,landscape crushers
picturesque view of nature
smokey mountain tops
Categories:
crushers, nature,
Form: Haiku