The Crocked souls final Toll
In the veil of darkness,
There creeps the crooked ugly dark soul
Who opened Hell’s door
With a key stolen from the gate keeper
Hiding so nobody sees it
Looting anything worth coin and pure
With a dark plan within its soul
How to resurrect its self
As an innocent soul
As it envisions itself as dignitary
Throwing its sulphur glare
At folk who challenged it
It couldn’t hold its contempt to long
As Hell’s bells rang
Then folk’s sudden realisation
It was stealing from them
They took the key and prey tell
It got caught and thrown back into Hell.
deliciously dignified distinguished dignitary
enthusiastically elevated Edward Canary
ferocious foxiness flummoxing a field faerie
gravely grandiose grappling gripping Greg and Gary
high-spirited high-brow handling of Helen and Harry
infamous idealism inspiring Inez, indignant and airy
juxtaposition juggling jumble tumble of Tom and Jerry
killing kind thoughts once held by crazy Kerry
There’s no decorum or respect
Within the White House walls
And cameras let us witness
Some behavior that appalls.
Invite a foreign dignitary
Then berate, insult, accuse –
That’s the playbook for a bully
Desperate to be in the news.
Why would any other country,
After seeing that display,
Send a leader, knowing he or she’d
Be treated in that way?
Every day brings more examples
Of outrageousness and shock
Which, at one time, simply seemed like
Acts of bluster we would mock.
But the stakes have gotten higher
And if all the guardrails fail,
Someday writing such a poem just might
Have me end up in jail.
Landlords are in the cemetery
Welcoming new comers as host
Who ain't any more dietary
Cos it isn't duly of ghost
Either to chance or grace do toast
But rather await fate's bread spell
Which can't deny its running coast
To be serve in heaven or Hell
Death is no doubt hereditary
Which doesn't matter earthly post
Let alone fear how dignitary
Or honor office life's signpost
Who often by their power do toast
But won't be bailed out of its cell
Even in healthcare when diagnosed
To be serve in heaven or hell
Though be it cum death's solitary
Whose power create fear in almost
All humans unlike military
Except Jesus the uppermost
Before death though not the utmost
But beings may heart his great farewell
Of sacrifice badge cum his death boast
To be serve in heaven or hell
Ask Jesus of how death pains ghost?
Speaking well of it won't help shell
The peace its call in pain engrossed
To be serve in heaven or hell
Joy, it is more then just a mere three letter word, it is an emotion well sought
when we feel the exultation of a life that has been lived with journey fought
we hold in the fondness, the warm adulation that settles in our heart's cot
we are happiness, marvels of exuberance, when joyful emotions are caught
Hope, the dignitary of longing and pipedreams, God will shine it on your face
and as you trust the path that guides you, take a big step towards His Grace
Transcend your doubts and choose to believe, for Hope is a sacred place
visit it often, encase it safely in your heart, it is as fragile as summer lace
Kindness is one terrific step dancer, it loves to partner up with joy an hope
it is ambidextrous, can save many lives and, can help you climb the slope
tender with affection for mankind, it is always present and never elopes
full of goodwill and concern, it owns only the best intentions and scope
Joy, Hope, Kindness, three virtues we can ill afford to live without my friend,
may they always live inside you, guiding you and helping you until the end.
Jan. 28, 2022
A private party I did throw for dignitary friends
I served wieners in a can with little toothpick jabs
It was Victor who did name me, inside his little lab
calling me his Frankenstein, as the name portends
When I sidestepped to and fro with a shuffle shoe
they roared like Leaders running out of hoo ba loo
they talked in circles rings and peels, "legal Time"
clawing at their mixes like greedy Serpentines
I joined the navy suits with ties as straight as God
self contained in secret, they never knew my crime
they called me awful names, a horrid selfish clod
but when my mask came off, all they did was nod
One by one I wooed them, with my monster talk
vigilant and bright at the caucus party romp
syrupy and cool with a gait upon my walk
I devoured everyone, including Donald Trump.
August 21, 2021
Meandering digression as you ran to your man cave.
Full of contempt, with no one to save.
Learning to differentiate your burdensome emotional baggage.
While I sit by the stove top cooking some cabbage.
A tattered room full of mold and mildew.
No perfume, to dignify your smell.
Of bellowing hate while your false dignitary acted like a tall tale.
As, I stood all alone opening the mail.
Development detachment of devoid
While I played my loud music to drown out the noise.
I want to be known as an astronaut
I want to be known as a physicist
I want to be known as a movie director
My heart began thudding as they got closer to me
I do not like these group shares
I want to be known as a songwriter
I want to be known as a sparkling conversationalist
My ears are bursting with anxiety now.
Everyone is sharing
I will look weird if I don’t
I want to be known as an important dignitary
I want to be known as a genetic engineer
My turn….
I want to be…
They are all staring.
“Lesser known,” I tell them.
The next person picks up on the fact I am finished.
I want to be known as a woman who cares, she said.
My last group meeting.
Pls,I don't want to leave you behind,
You were blown to this far place to revived,
And it seems to you that,you're not a dignitary,
Just guess what is next after you're nailed to a territory,
The anxities of the world has really catapulted you on many occasion,
If you should tell me your feelings,something perhaps might be so wrong somewhere,
The observers and the pedestrians are ready to accumulate different trust fare,
The physical optical sense can't see my home from this realm,
Fighting a good fight under this very sun,
The question was deeper to find its answer,
"Where is home,prodigal son?",
Friends make good out of the bad master,
From the corners of the world comes the shadows of mood,
The mountain is so high,
Dearth is not for you,
The flesh is very shy,
Untill the breathe returns to the creator,
Touch my hand,feel my palm....look through my face,
Desperately,the five wise virgins can't wait for favour,
No one knows my thought to trace.
Cold, abbreviated February,
host to nobel, famous politicians.
Day commemorating dignitary,
valentines addressed on loving missions;
Cupid's bow delivers executions.
Leap year makes your stay a little longer,
winter's freeze and ice a wee bit stronger.
But seriously, you want me to do what?
These words erupted out of a startled mouth
As with as much dignitary I could muster
I looked at him as though he was uncouth
The words that caused all this kafuffle
….. he wanted to holiday in the jungle of Peru
Travelling native, expected me to agree
without a murmur, well would you!!!!
DISCOVER THE AMAZON JUNGLE BY FOOT, BOAT AND FROM THE TREE TOPS
This advert has caused the storm,
from a dry cosy room looks a pleasant idea
when dunking a biscuit in his coffee he slops
pictures look lovely and genuinely sincere
doesn’t show the rain that makes this jungle so
doesn’t show the wildlife, reptiles and giant spiders
cant run from these, nowhere to go
I read on the internet of its beauty and fauna
let me think about it was my reply
When my temper had cooled I said
Maybe we should give it a try
That’s good he said cos it’s all booked for and paid.
Penned 1st February 2017
Cynosure
Umm..cynosure... what does that mean?
Oh yes, I see...something supreme.
Like dignitary, celeb, sight;
a focal point, or nucleus.
A stunner, prodigy, limelight,
a treasure, magnate, omphalos.
A hero, luminary, ace,
centrality, big gun, big name.
A famous person, worthy place,
or major leaguer of some fame.
A star, a personality;
a spotlight, center of it all.
Exemplar and epitome;
an archetype, original.
Top brass, top dog, a spectacle,
a wonderment or quintessence.
An act of God, a miracle;
immortal, beauty, eminence.
Umm...cynosure...now understood.
To me, it means...superbly good.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 07/01/2016
Is scamming an issue of morals or an issue of gullabilities, your emotions and kindness can be vulnerabilities. Beware of the four one nine, the code for scams, black money, virtual love, the psychology telegram. People have been taken out for their anonymous cohorts, the lure of money, underground fame is being played like a sport. Some economies thrive on internet fraud, it shows how humans and psychology are actually flawed. This simple brilliancy will prey on the unwary, signed contracts, fake contacts, some will even trick you to marry. Lottery scams, free kittens, a dignitary is in jail, but you can make triple whatever they’re asking you for bail. Money laundering, missing assets, is this a moral issue, or a deeper societal virus where malignant virtues are the brand new. Technological literate children in a perceived corrupt world, the future scammers, innovators, and investigators of this world.
I'm Arun Joy
For discomfort you shall see
Sombre, but I am ploy
Never but I am 'we'
Deem me arrogant for thine dreams I purview
Gleaming relevant in sorrow streams I eschew
In the class of chemistry a girl shimmers in awe
She pass all so splendidly like a pearl dimmers in sprawl
A sensitive heart of tears
For the bearer you seclude
Presence set apart of fears
As the stranger you include
Lest I forget the quaint Professor Anup Nair
An ode beset for being, never, doctrinaire
I love to be loved
But for a momentary gleam
A dove from above sparkles
In a dignitary stream
I'm Arun Joy
when the “dignitary,”
the president or the lesser puppet
stands down from their post
to “write” their book &
blab on the lecture circuit,
those who remember the bloodshed
of which their administrations
were responsible
make their way to the front
to grab the mic & point the finger
at the figurehead of
atrocity,
the button pushing, torturous
unfeeling robots,
who continue to lead our world
into
catastrophe---
these war criminals will not be
exemplified at another
Nuremberg,
for there will never be another---
s/he gains immunity from the
world’s ability to imprison them &
keep them from profiting after
they leave their post,
by the shaking of the bloody & dirty
hands
of their crony counterparts,
those co-conspirators
in the quest to keep elite order
as the rest of us fester---
but when one sees them in public,
when one speaks up against them,
the words flowing from your mouth
will be caught on all the phone video
cameras
in the audience &
their slimy reactions will also be seen,
then being broadcasted on the net---
so keep up the good work!
your finger pointed in disgust inspires
the rest of us!
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