What is to be expected? Mr Trump finally was elected.'
Before was Biden.' Yet there were forces behind him
Holding gold? And other riches.' Influencing this world
By almost un-seen stiches.' Garnering power destroying
So much reveling and disporting.' Deploying much lust'
Of world the apperatus, the opperating machine just how
Much did they own? Seventy percent? Or thirty? Unknown
Or so it seems.' Yet they could give a racehorse as a gift
I would guess a dozen yachts, small armies of influence
You get my drift? On whats what? So would they go easy?
Into an unfriendly night.' Or would they hold onto their levers of might.? Might they not consider? We shall appear
To do less.? And any in power we'll hand some real stress
Along with an advisory' on just how much they can do.!
To instill a charade of difference.? Just a thought now mind
You!!)
Categories:
disporting, appreciation, celebrity, character, education,
Form: Political Verse
A Golden Calf came through our old town for people to worship whether deft or daft.
If anyone impedes this Olympian flame in disporting procession coming from this flawed
home (like all ours) of demos kratos - Greece will save itself if it be true to 'people
power' that now has a spring in its not always athletic step, gamy leg they will be
game, a terrorist to to types of boot, receiving their (in) just desserts if they spoil (be
fair) many people's pleasure. It will be an arresting scene for we vin ordinaire to drink
in the sights of champagne wasting sporty types, Olympic worthies, 'celebrities',
politicos like bouncy Boris in his and their special Soviet fast lanes that no war or civil
hero just 'sporting' ones will ride in this four times over budget shindig that we
taxpayers of the world, mainly this faire isle will gladly pay for them to play knowing
that they shaft us every day yet cannot they take our souls from us whether we are
believers or no - each our very selves will truly show.
Categories:
disporting, sports,
Form: Free verse
Coticular seeds.. ''articulate'' splendiferous coruscate! (beside outer) & close to
existence. Intimation beyond reason urges..!whispering as irises sparkle,
''exuding'' oh..! humanity... Ekeing on) as existence seeps....
And entity itself moves in a churning..on the wind, (as ignited the ether) writes your
being come..! and all oppertunley, archane may yet be.! Circles of eternity play..
disporting in the beauty of (becoming created) dancing effervescence...wakes unseen...)
copyright Joe Maverick 2011 3rd/7th
Categories:
disporting, allegory, visionary
Form: Free verse
There is a distinctive odor in the air...
and I am making myself scarce
All are in a state of repose with anticipation,
but mine is with distaste and finality.
Inevitably it cannot be shunned.
Oh please....how can I withstand them?
So far away, where the wind doesn’t blow.
Like an unfavorable perfume, the hound flees.
He seems to be the only one who understands me.
In total frustration we howl in unison.
Where is an end adjacent to this grievous affliction...
The only solution to solving the problem of
grandma’s ‘chitlin’ feasts’, seems to be disporting in the forest
with the allegiance of my conformable friend, the hound.
Categories:
disporting, angst, childhood, funny, pets,
Form: Free verse