As a people we Americans are so naïve.
We've been snookered by a con man
who has blatantly deceived..
Each new day our freedoms and institutions
are under attack as Musk and his D.O.G.E.
crew hammer and whack.
Many of our elected representatives too
fearful to even push back..
The Declaration of Independence states
"In God we trust".
We are a government by and for the people,
not Donald Trump, nor Elon Musk..
With out the rule of law the power grabbers
will keep on seizing.
Donald Trump and Elon Musk are comitting treason..
Gentle tributary
of a hill-born river
suburban lake caressed
acres of fertile land -
paddy rich, growing fields
Schools of fish raced at depths
water-birds, herons, egrets,
warblers, mynas, pipits,
swallows, shikra, barbets, owls
Bowl that held varied lives
The surrounding city
rapidly scales cloud- heights, as
skilled strategists, land grabbers,
investors, policymakers,
now take her on a ride
The silenced birds, once family
to the lively-living lake,
their provider, now watch
from a mile, her being led
like a lamb to the slaughter
chemical sewers, toxic algae
rotting froth, foam, fumes engulf
volatile, fire-prone, wasted,
water body stands scrapped
A stilled lake, beyond repair
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing,
when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards,
then it is that I worry night and day,
for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,
they scythe in the whelm and nimiety, they hack and harrow.
The kits and chuckling’s are many, the light too bright;
for then the foragers forgoing fright, are palpable and open.
The long-eared nibblers, hairs on scattered rodents laid bare,
they scutter, skitter and twitch much in the open
greatly prone to be pounced upon;
their paltry pelts all unhidden, and being many,
and not running, they are huddled; yet not strong.
If this slew not ease, if the grabbers not falter,
if the singled-out dither, the glut not wither,
then the green snake will climb to where nestlings hutch -
they all so easily plucked and quickly snatched.
I worry for the wee brown birds; mottled shells still unhatched.
I fear a winnowing, withal a harsh hazard of gorge and sate.
I fret for the freshly delivered, the teeming,
the newly produced, all the bounding bounty
for those too easily found and so, arrived too late.
Thee attacks on the unvaxxed
are insane and unmatched .
Thank you to propaganda spreaders.
both International and national,fear
mongering spreaders.
Eighty year old nan gets face slapped
while eating lunch?
How about the New York Police.surrounding
a five year boy, those rugged,macho Boys in
Blue bunch?
Nations pleased with drinking, pot and such.
Mushroom highs?
Why then who in this world needs lunch?
Smash and Grabbers walk free with the
all the goods.
While we write of sex and love in dark,
mystic woods.
It is as though any penning of reality
is a loathsome thing to be ignored or
a lurid fantasy?
Poetry, a fairyland of one liners and jokes?
Where real life is avoided as one giant
laughable hoax?
Or butterflies, oh how love them, and we
so admire.
But nobody dare pen about the cost to a
businessman, whose store and finances..
Destroyed by criminals was set on fire.
Killing rates high in sixteen US states.
Do we care ....or are we only here to raise
our egotistical popularity rate?
Is this our eternal, poetic fate?
12/30/2021
For the sake of ratings. We've been played again
Media mongrels, rewinding the worst of mankind
in the bowels of primetime
24/7/365 (hog)feed.
Leaving us ununited and completely cleaved and bloodied.
We've been played again by big pharma (those lords of greed).
Poisoning the sheep for short-term profit.
Pushing corrosive chemicals and vague vaccines.
We've been played again by ogre-run governments.
Infesting districts and house seats one by one
with grabbers -never givers,
Anti-American haters and Master race baiters
flag-burning bottom feeders...
Pursuers not of happiness but of mayhem and anarchy.
Godless creatures of the anti-everything.
We've been played again.
When the green snout is full
rabbits spill on the lawn.
I worry night and day,
because the stoats and the Red Tails
are at work
even in whelm and nimiety
they hack and harrow.
The young kits are many,
the sun too bright.
Foragers forgo fear,
are palpable and open,
not just
the long-eared nibblers,
the hairs on many scutters
are laid bare,
the sniffers thrive,
are prone to be pounced upon;
their thin pelts all unhidden,
and being many,
and not running,
they are huddled.
If this spill will not ease.
If the grabbers not falter,
the singled-out dither,
the glut not wither,
then the green snake
will climb a way
to the nestlings hutch;
all so easily found
and quickly snatched.
I worry for
the small brown birds,
their mottled shells
still unhatched.
In this gorge and sate;
I fret for all this new life
that has arrived too late.
Consensus
Democracy, a hollow word makes me laugh darkly.
Is the USA a democracy? You can vote every 4 years
Among two parties who spring from the same narrow
The base of the elite and is therefore not Democratic,
but gives the illusion like the democratic republic
Of Kongo, to be one and go to war against those who
Has another opinion, say, freedom from tyranny
And interference of foreign countries.
Freed om is more important than democracy which
Is a hiding place for thieves and land grabbers.
Israel, knee-deep in Palestinian blood, is a democracy
That brutalize their own people into thinking they have
The right to defend themselves, thus behave with
Callous insouciance towards the opinion of others.
The ignorance servitude harnesses
The zero burdened grave race
That forbid shaving sovereign hairs
Packed close in considerable layers
Underneath national flagpoles
lay the maiden demands in barrels
like untilled tracts in grabbers souls
wants and the needs tore brothels
Behind pregnant men and women
underlies machine guns of must gain
That punched the citizenry in tatters
And the torn voices of the Anthem
so brilliant meritocratic idea present
that all nationals can sing in torment
under the radiant guardian rays pay
And really propelling the repellent sway
America unlocked
Is the monster
under stairs
stirring?
The bottom class
wondered
as upper class
called them higher.
Master like playing games
stoking darkened fears
enjoyed teasing
emancipated
Kept them
second guessing
what step
would be their
undoing
The sharp fangs
of illiteracy overtly ruling
Liked them tamed
and their feet grabbers
vicious
Had to be there quick
but punished
using a sprint.
America, your ignorance
is yawning.
The same viciousness
you fed, now hungers
for you.
Your appetite for power
Now, eats at you
You created a hole
It now devours you.
You gave a man
with a God complex
the keys
to spiritual kingdoms.
Even sinners are
scared to go higher
with Cerberus
growling
It's no coincidence
our world
became what it is
So many of us willing
to trade for more imbalance
instead of addressing
the fears that rule us.
The monster under the stairs
was abused too
The masters above
affects all of us the same
Whether by timidity or through
aggression we're locked in this
cycle of giving and giving
so only a few receive the getting
Starving for change
are the worst kind of
hunger pangs
Seances seem to me
Are all pretense and foolery,
When it comes to mediums
Just charlatans, and tedium.
And tarot readings, what are they
Just money grabbers out to play,
Despite all this I believe
Our loved ones visit when we grieve.
But an audience plays no part
For my loved one dwells within my heart,
She visits me, and me alone
Not in a theatre, nor down a phone.
I do not question, I do not care
For it comforts me when she is there,
Just to feel her light, her love,
A blessing, from the Lord above.
Entry for
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
18/9/18. Placed 1st.
Walking along the busy street
the crowds mingle so fully free
attention grabbers out in force
camera's at the ready all to see
Nowadays mobile phones do everything
even taken a picture is all the rage
clickety click non stop all the time
our grandparents would think it strange
But now there's new modern trend
take a picture of yourself, you mean me!
hold it at your front turn it around
press it with finger it's you no fee!
This smacks of arrogance so full
little old me I really love so much
such foolishness filling one's self
no humility there not even a touch
Do these selfies know they've one life
only one to live here and then they die
next comes divine and holy judgement
their pics then will perish where they lie!
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
They purr in your ear
also enjoy being loved
attention grabbers.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.11/2015
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.
They cut down our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since my birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
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