Dimpled dents, not potholes I love,
Fair unfair both, all doles I love.
With most voted horses on sale,
Steeds, stallions, colts and foals I love.
Popular may be peoples’ rule,
Ought such recurrent polls I love?
If scored with the fair ends and aims,
All penalty scored goals I love.
Should they turn to diamond one day,
Carbons of all the coals I love.
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Ghazal |27.09.2024|love
To the self appointed patricians of government
Take back your schemes
Take back your doles
What makes you deem
That I was one of your proles
I may have needs
Wishes it’s true
Keep your snake oil and beads
I’ll get along without you
You came along with all your clever machinations
Supported and all paid for by enforced donations
So take back your dosh
We’ll make no fuss
Just remember by gosh
You got it all from us
‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’
John Ruskin
We often get waylaid with golden crumbs of two in love
and have no clue of what we’re worth
Too often than not, a few moments of someone’s time
is all the sign of their devotion, labeling it emotion
Always making excuses for the one who doles out
the crumbs, we undervalue our worth
and accept what’s tossed our way
sad but it’s the golden truth the other
not bothered or giving a damn about your worth.
Feel worthy of your emotional culinary skills
And take yourself elsewhere for nourishment
For man cannot live on crumbs alone
Even mounds of crumbs crumble and that’s not
what your worth.
02.09.2020
The poor man and the politician both live off the dole.
It's just that
The mole gets a larger slice of that whole.
Want real change?
Structural change?
Lasting change?
Let us, the TAXPAYERS, change up those doles;
That'll put a hole in the mole's soles!
After all, it's OUR MONEY, our bankroll--
Shouldn't we ought to grab the CONTROLS?
Preposterous! These prophets professed, just
Profaned, have taken o'er the sacred vault
With wholly hostile holidays. I must
Deceive, with holey lowly praise exalt.
Must I submit this unjust cult of damning's
Worth my worship? No. Call me lunatic
And write me off, I'll tax with culture jamming,
Reveal your frauds, conceive a heretic.
Discover must, and what must you perceive?
The dismal band and burglar ring of ills,
The disgrace crooks and maul-hearts. All receive
And dispense naught but doles for gains and kills.
This preacher's fruit just takes and takes and takes,
Poor apple's Eve just breaks and aches and snakes.
The blaze of azure up above has taken on a new pallor,
The sun, so fervent for so long, now doles out its ardor.
Falling leaves pirouette in the air in amber and gold,
A drizzle of brittle tears, shed from their lofty abode.
The summer breeze has withdrawn its sultry embrace,
Is now but a chill sigh stealing away in haste.
Streets that were robed in many a splendid hue,
Have slipped off their finery, donned an air subdued.
The day that lingered, now sings an early swan song,
Shooed away by a nocturne that’s languid and long.
Summer has departed, my love, autumn is in the air.
As the city starts to shiver, will passion cease to flare?
Will the summer of our love stay on against all odds?
Or will it flee from the frost of fear-addled thoughts?
When spring, at long last, shows her first blush,
Will our pledges flower, or will our hearts be hushed?
If winter follows winter, if seasons desert these shores,
I know, dear, my love for you will still grow evermore.
No, it isn't over yet that much is clear
As one who doesn't bet it is now near
In signs missed and our morals show
Not even a gist what you should know
A battle for souls searching for the lost
And as life doles it begins to take a cost
An Armor so shiny covering all the body
God above me it's Your Glory that I see
The fight continues as onward we press
Spreading Good News in all of this mess
The Lord by my side leading my very way
For me He died what else do I need to say
For it is of you that breaks my own heart
Doing all I can do in trying to do my part
As to Thomas Jesus said faithless be not
Or haven't you read His book a whole lot
A storm doles out this dismal night
Rain drops drizzle down cobblestone course
Beast and bird burrow safely till light
No stranger to me, this tatty leather chair
Shadows dancing, cast the flickering fire
A creatures den, for the wretched a lair
Hoping of hopes, dreaming of dreams
Of such I have lost all desire
Rain knocks on my door,
Gloom enters once more
His attendance perceived
Lest my sanity leave
By the string that I cling as before
I long to surrender
The ability to remember
My fall into torments of hell
This chair, the fire, misery befall
The devils that dance on the floor
When my days turn dim and nights grow chill,
I wonder, does he sometimes think of me still.
When darkness continues to last without end,
I wonder, has he found a new intimate friend.
Tossing upon these crumpled bed sheets,
I wonder, who doles to him such sweets?
When sleep alludes me for restless yearning,
I wonder, when will love for him stop burning.
Long ago he told me he hates to be all alone.
Does it ever cross his mind to use the phone?
And if he called, what would we think to say,
I shouldn't wonder, it will not happen that way.
After all this time, it's better that we remain apart.
It's the only way I know to salve my wounded heart.
Enter Your Plea
All rise for the honorable judge,
some pimply-faced wiener-teen
with a computer mouse for a gavel,
a keyboard for a bench
and the whole world is on trial.
Welcome to the millennial's millennium
1000 years of cyber-bullying
sworn over oath of the holy Facebook
to rain down judgment from above
like precision guided twitter turds.
Any minor misstep makes you a target,
bully-proof vests will spare no one
for Punk-tilious is his name
and ruthless forum flaming is his game
(well, it’s that or Flappy Bird.)
Let all give ear, as he doles
expert opinion on politics, science,
sociology, psychology, and every other –ology
from his sweat-stained easy chair
in his parent’s basement. OMG WUT!??
ORDER! Order in the court,
20 million likes and three times the shares,
a jury of my peers has found
me guilty of contempt…
perhaps rightly so!
07/19/15
Songbirds tweet, celebrating the day
that the Sun first announces it's Spring.
And praise the blessings Spring sent their way,
expressed in the melodies they sing.
Spring gathers drops, morning mist has shed,
gleaned from vapors in which dreams are spun.
And drips dewdrops on a spider's web
or blades of grass caressed by the sun.
Spring's sweet scent rides on a gentle breeze,
soft as a smile on a baby's lips.
And tending to hummingbirds and bees,
She doles out nectar in tiny sips.
Radiant as moonbeams on water,
She is a subtle breath of fresh air.
And as befitting Nature's daughter,
wildlife flourishes under Spring's care.
Puppets are like pets,
Waiting for commands,
From the hands and minds of masters,
Dirt and without dot of kind,
No sense and nuisance,
Pup-pets,
In People,
In Kings and Queens,
In Countries,
In Governments,
From heads to toes,
The string in the hands of masters,
To pull,
To push,
To drag,
To dance,
Puppets are lifeless,seesless,
Puppets are purposeless,
Puppets are against all rights,
They are like doles playing masters,
The sky long string in the hands of the masters' master!
When life doles out unexpected twists and turns
we become overwhelmed and feel as if our faith has
been spurned,
Relationships fall by the wayside, sometimes through
no fault of our own, people let us down and stresses
keep piling up and we feel as if we could drown,
There are times when bad things happen to good people,
even with care and caution, life throws us a wave of
repulsion unmasking our innocence and illusions,
Those of us who manage to survive the overwhelming
nature of life, find our own delusion in the deception of others
who we hold dear and in high esteem,
The people who have the ability to hurt us deeply,
make it a habit, hurting us continually until we muster
up the nerve to say enough!
When life doles out unexpected twists and turns
we become overwhelmed and feel as if our faith has
been spurned,
Relationships fall by the wayside, sometimes through
no fault of our own, people let us down and stresses
keep piling up and we feel as if we could drown,
There are times when bad things happen to good people,
even with care and caution, life throws us a wave of
repulsion unmasking our innocence and illusions,
Those of us who manage to survive the overwhelming
nature of life, find our own delusion in the deception of others
who we hold dear and in high esteem,
The people who have the ability to hurt us deeply,
make it a habit, hurting us continually until we muster
up the nerve to say enough!
When life doles out unexpected twists and turns
we become overwhelmed and feel as if our faith has
been spurned,
Relationships fall by the wayside, sometimes through
no fault of our own, people let us down and stresses
keep piling up and we feel as if we could drown,
There are times when bad things happen to good people,
even with care and caution, life throws us a wave of
repulsion unmasking our innocence and illusions,
Those of us who manage to survive the overwhelming
nature of life, find our own delusion in the deception of others
who we hold dear and in high esteem,
The people who have the ability to hurt us deeply,
make it a habit, hurting us continually until we muster
up the nerve to say enough!
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