SILLY BUT TRUE: A TANKAING FREE
FLOW OF THE STATE OF OUR NATION
Tariffing power,
With screwworm-like politics
Coopering our lives
Uprooting our lives:
Uprooting human justice,
Tree barking dread injustice:-
Military law,
Takes on nationwide control;
Policing all life:
Modern day monarchy times;
POTUS becoming king:-
Peace soon lay to rest;
The DOD, soon to be
The new DOW:
Download Other Wars coming,
As well as the new Red House:-
Yes, autocracy,
Displacing democracy,
Freely echoing
Power to do whatever
It wants to do, and will do!
Silly as it sounds,
All of this is as true as
The sun and the moon:
A true living reflection
Of the state of our nation:-
Categories:
dod, allegory, deep, hyperbole, nonsense,
Form: Free verse
disrespected demons demanded
Des Moines delegates demolish D, a demi-god.
disgusted demoralized downy ducks
demoted demons, discussed by Danny Dod.
Des Moines demonstrators decreed demons delightful
while downing demi-tasse.
D, a demi-god, demoted demure ducks
during democratic demonstration, of Doss.
Categories:
dod, word play,
Form: Alliteration
Through Teeth Trying To Be Lying
Through teeth they do like to be lying,
And none of this have we been buying;
Small finders extend;
Trump will offend;
Soldiers are injured and some dying.
How does DOD, Pentagon and Treasury
Department taking all of this anyway,
I often will wonder and do pray About
right things they should say?
Jim Horn
Categories:
dod, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Clawed clouds descend upon us!
Like Adam so Eve.
Naked we wait…
What gods we are?
As for creation, we End.
In his image, we conceive.
Forests of masonry stand tall,
Chariots of death we ride,
What gods we are?
From the wells of Hell, we drink.
As the elixir of life sings…
Like muezzins leading prayers of the prophet.
True fountain of youth Indeed,
Youth marked by the crucifix?
Youth marked by the crescent Moon and Star?
In the garden of lost dreams, they lay.
Like martyrs of yesterday!
INRI…
DOB-DOD, MAN-BB!
True products of ignorance.
TIC! TOC! TIC! TOC!
Chronographs of death,
Counting as dreams are conceived!
What gods we are?
As dreams oxidize in our ignorance.
Categories:
dod, age, allusion, anger, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
(Sundays)
Each street sounded of
Lawn mowers, laughter, bicycles and bells
The odd car being revved up
And oh my! The heavenly smells
Each towns aroma was roast beef
Gravy and yorkie puds
When hungry tummies with baited breaths
Sneaked to the shops for sweets and other forbidden goods
Latch dogs roamed free in packs or joined in with us kids
Depositing delights, creating awful smelly skids
Ken Dod and his Diddy men, duster in his hand
'isn't it a nice day!' as he skipped through Diddy land
'eat up all your Brussels now!'
What a ruddy shame
That dog hates them as much as me
Traitor! Should be his name
Sneak off down the brick fields for some fun a fight or swim
Come home filthy and lie
About 'where on earth you've been?'
Four in a bath to stew and wash each others backs
Waters at a shortage now, unlike the dreaded smacks
Off to bed cross Lino floor to reach the bottom bunk
Can't wait to grow up now
And be a rebellious punk
Categories:
dod, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Imagism
Flat is my world
as the sun passes by
each day
inspite of all Copernicus
had to say.
Perception deceptions precede
the paranormal state
while souls traveling light years
in a parallel universe
gather in the air to stare.
My head snaps
looking into emptiness
while the hair on the back
of my neck ruffles
in response to those watching.
We are connected
as the atoms of our being
swirl through galaxies.
Atoms that appear in an OBE or NDE,
as UFO, ESP, PSI while
the CIA and the DOD hope to keep
all "discoveries" to themselves.
The cover-up of the coming
of the commonplace is
like a dog who has always known
when their owner is coming home.
We already know ... more will be revealed.
Categories:
dod, faith
Form: Free verse
Dedicated to
Robbie Philly and Boo
(Robbie DOD 10/13/1986)
In past autumn seasons there were we,
Parents Bob and Jan kids Kim and Robbie.
As a family we'd roll up our sleeves
Tackle job of raking and piling leaves.
Together we would work while having fun.
Admiring leaf piles when raking was done.
We'd call our dogs Philly and her pup Boo,
Encouraging leaps into the high piles too.
Dogs dived in and then the four of us too
Leaping as one Bob Jan Rob Kim Philly and Boo.
We'd disappear deep then we'd leap in the air
Scattering those leaves to who knows where!
Leaves are memories pressed deep in my mind
As scrapbook pages of a much happier time.
Autumn comes each year and when the leaves fall
Think of Rob, Philly and Boo wish I could
again hug them all!!!
Categories:
dod, family, sad, autumn, autumn,
Form: I do not know?