The streets are full of madmen
The bedrooms they are too
After hours of internet p..n
What do you expect? What do…
The kids carry guns
Challenge their arrogance
And they’ll kill you too
The madhouses have been emptied
No funds to house the insane
Waiting lines are crawling all over the city
Snaking in tangled descent into Hell’s reign
The cemeteries are ready to open their tombs
The dead will come to meet the mad
In a sanguine ceremony of riot and wounds
I see the coffins open
I see straight jackets flying like sails
Over dark rivers of blood
Splashing out in the tempest gales
I speak to myself “Put on the amour of God’s holiness
Stand against the schemes of Hell
Against the schemes of authority’s unwinding deceitful spell”
Shipwrecks are following from fraudulent choices
One upon another, upon another
Crashing against the rocks of eternity
Amidst the exploding noise of drunken whores' voices
All are drowning in self- made poison
Flowing for centuries from sick societal breasts
Sinking with hearts of stone into a deadly bottomlessness
Their faces ‘don’t fit’
So we can’t put it on the news
- we don’t want to upset the likes
Of Benjamin Netanyahu
What will we tell our children ?
How many blind eyes will the world turn?
The world just stood and watched
As Gaza was bombed , flattened and burned
Sleep soundly Netanyahu
Tucked up in your comfy bed
But soon the Palestinian deaths you caused
Will wreak havoc in your head
May the sounds of thousands of screaming , dying children
Play constantly in your ears
May the souls of all you have killed
Act out on all your fears
As our governments conspires
to protect this war criminal
The rest of the world will take action
And condemn him to eternal hell
Long after the lively spring came quite early...
every narrow hill's path laid in solemn tranquility,
faint footprints on solid ground under black booths
smeared with stains by damaged, leaking roofs.
It took longer to reach the hilltop being forced to halt
before a fallen tree toppled down by the hurricane Milton:
can Nature be as violent as man's mad temperament?
A barren land without trees cries out in utter desperation!
Going further up, slouching on blunders over huge vallies below,
climbing takes a big effort to get to a planned destination too slow;
strong legs are needed to climb sharp peaks, looking forward and advance:
a little mishap can cost your life: return to safer ground without incidence!
One can see clearer the wide devastation from the highest peak,
watch that pelican in distress aimlessly searching for her hatchling
ravaged by the force of that howling wind over the dogwood creek;
don't hesitate to come down quickly and help out the hopeless living!
They interviewed the artist
inside her large blueprint mansion.
At one point, she criticized America
for being overtly materialistic.
Her painting studio was large enough to
house half a dozen desperados...
Instead, it harbored dozens of giant unsold paintings.
I was amazed by how bright a person could be completely blind to their own
devastating hypocrisy.
he woke in the bowels of destruction.
unsure of where he was or what had happened.
Had he slept through a world war?
There was absolute devastation; an entire city was destroyed.
Am I still in New York? He wondered.
He listened for the sounds of taxis, buses, and people.
There was nothing. The silence was bothersome, and frightening.
He did not know which direction to walk. So he kept listening.
The only sound was a dripping sound of water from several directions.
Give me strength he said to his spirit guides; help me out here!
They coaxed him to walk and so he did.
Terrified of what he might find.
monoku 4
none dance in rainshowers where tears flood the streets
My love has fled his earthly body
he slipped away in the night
and of course it's him I long to talk to
to make everything seem right
We only had five months of reconnecting
but it changed our worlds outright
I know its the happiest I have been in my life
and he told me it was the same for him
He fueled me and counciled me
sexed me up and tousled me
made me feel special and he my prince
And I was his princess, his sweet
and with him I was complete
so there is a huge hole in me as I look within
I had no map forward in life that did not include him
the mere concept simply eluded
and the thought of a trail or a path confuses now because its so bleak
Because I can tell you, that man was my everything
and i can't say it any more plain
and I know I was his everything
I love you Alan Grant Edmunds Harris. I think we will be together again.
- Susan Manley (C) Artimus 11-17-23 11:53AM
Death to all the angels,
Death in the crying sky.
The eyes of hungry babies probe us.
They plead with us in abject terror.
In ghettoized Gaza,
No mother and child will sleep,
Bombed as they weep,
They are the fish in a barrel.
This is collective punishment
Of all the guilty infants.
All the guilty Palestinians will be cleansed,
They will be purged in reprisal.
The racism of the entitled
Hides behind their religious texts,
Their sanctimonious gaslighting of war.
Death to all the angels,
Death in the crying sky.
The empty swing
swings gently
in the gentle
breeze that wafts
across the empty
playground park.
The dust in the foot-pans
beneath the swings
lifts up in the breeze,
swirls and curls in
a spiral willy-nilly, willy-willy.
The town has all but died.
A tardy few die-hard's remain,
as they have no where else to go.
The salty groundwater,
which rose up in the soil
due to over zealous irrigation,
scalded the landscape and sucked
the life out of everything alive.
Even the birds and bees departed
as the vegetation was parched to
dry, shriveled brown, littering
the stark parched brown earth,
dotted with snow white blotches
and scabby scolds.
The residents were given fair warning.
They failed to heed the tell-tale signs
and reduce their wasteful
excessive irrigation,
as the salty water rose.
The call to change was such an irritation.
Like everyone, everywhere,
the people here, only took up a tardy reaction
when it was too late,
or almost too late,
which blind fate swung to
far, far too late.
Their fate was sealed.
This time the gauge
had swung far right down
to empty.
Cesspit
The shovelling soldiers are sent off to war
To dig latrines so their soldier brethren can
Not in peace but to empty their guts between fights
Ukrainians have other ideas they want to kill them all
Dead soldiers and hole diggers means more Russians
Who can no longer fight or hurt innocent Ukrainians
How many Ivan cesspit spade men have been eradicated?
Kill them all so the soldiers their pants before dying
From Ukrainian bullets and high tech Allied weapons
The more the better in this video game war
Eventful War Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
she announces herself days ahead
yet none of us are prepared
she tears us up and spits us out
uncaringly smashes and bashes us
our lives will never be the same
none of us were prepared
even those who thought they were
devastation arrived with a fury and a flurry
air depression in ocean
thick cloud sucked by low pressure…
moisture billows up
hurricane is born
eye follows blindly the track …
land lacerated by fall
storm surge flattens things on way
flood drowns the ruins…
devastation batters lives
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December 12, 2022
Syllable count : 775, 577, 757 (HMS)
Contest : Triple New Charlieku
Sponsored by : Charles Messina
deep darkness descends
damaging distant deserts
drought destroys dry dunes
Written June 28, 2022
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June 30, 2022
Emotionally, a wrecked ship
Battered to smithereens.
Tarred and feathered
By the tempestuous ocean wave
That is grief. Her faith in the Lord,
Blueprint for her reconstruction.
Date written: 06/19/2022
Our beautiful green trees
Covered huge swathes of land
Ancient mighty oaks were felled
Oblivious to the future
We broke the woodland's heart.
The greenwoods are compromised
Tree's realise their in trouble
Dangerous time's looming
Our forest friends are weary
Sap runs cold and leaves tremble.
Our hearts are also broken
Now we reap cost of indifference
Hundreds of years wiped out
Sawmill's disdain for the ongoing
Appalling devastation.
Wisdom from Trees
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18/05/2022
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