Are we the shade of the shadow
or a shadow in the shade.
Are we sashaying toward pinhole dreams?
While trudging above an open grave.
It all seems like a giant garish gothic play
acts and players hand-picked centuries in advance.
Hobbled masses humbly kneel on crumbs to pray.
Realizing opinion nor ballot was ever worth a damn.
These two-legged, greedy, greasy snakes.
Eyes made of slag have no vacancy signs.
Clogging up our gossamer soul veins.
They're here to minimize, intimidate.
Project, disappear, dismiss, assassinate.
Straitjacket the masses with normalized madness.
We, the people, are not the ones playing God.
Poisoning water, field, sky...
Smiling in the light while eating innocents.
In the shadow of ritual and sacrifice.
These devils openly mock and taunt us now.
(byproducts of a boiling swamp).
Yellowing the face of flailing freedom.
A billion greenbacks can galvanize
such audacity and shallow bravery.
Of these deeply soiled oligarchs
and pathetic plastic kings.
Heard my dad mutter, a hundred greenbacks,
you trying to give me a heart attack.
For that much money, truth be told,
that dog of yours had better crap gold.
Then dad hemmed and hawed,
grumbled and guffawed,
Wiped his lips and said with a smile,
“Just let me chew on it for a while.”
Pretty soon dad stood and said,
how about I trade you Stumpy instead.
Sonny grinned but said, don’t quite seem fair,
but if’n you throw in Sue, that’d make a good pair.
Then they hiked up their pants leg to sit.
leaned forward over the ash can and spit,
They took another drink of white port wine,
after a while dad said,”Reckon that’ll be fine.”
With a handshake the deal was done,
each one sure they just got the best one.
Then they threw away the bottle’s plug,
and sat there til they finished off that jug
Ever wonder why we giggle
How does it actually start
What makes it uncontrollable
Perhaps it's a silly old fart
Giggles are quite intangible
You can't buy 'em at the store
Worth buckets full of greenbacks
Some gold and so much more
You're in a state of euphoria
You try to stay calm but can't
It's a tonic for whatever ails you
When ants get in your pants
Ever wonder why we giggle
How exactly does it start
They say it's very good for the soul
And does wonders for your heart
Yes! Millions of greenbacks pour from Joe like honey~
Unhappy to report ~ it’s all your hard earned money!
9/25/2023
Marbles rolling among gasses.
through the black passes;
dynamic wormhole universal flight;
etheric ghosts ride to the light.
Soul in a dream state,
spectre awaiting checkmate.
Fall into the lion’s mouth,
slide on down south.
Animals to guide you through,
abyss of many colored hues;
revealed secrets hiding deep,
within recesses, up they creep.
Deep within the glass revealed,
answers await a calling peal.
Lighting candles pierce the black;
revealing secrets in greenbacks.
When bells are tolled, all’s said and done,
beneath an orange and mocking sun;
truths no longer hidden lie;
within all-seeing, glassy eye.
1-26-2022
A STRAND (1060) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Marbles rolling among gasses.
through the black passes;
dynamic wormhole universal flight;
etheric ghosts ride to the light.
Soul in a dream state,
spectre awaiting checkmate.
Fall into the lion’s mouth,
slide on down south.
Animals to guide you through,
abyss of many colored hues;
revealed secrets hiding deep,
within recesses, up they creep.
Deep within the glass revealed,
answers await a calling peal.
Lighting candles pierce the black;
revealing secrets in greenbacks.
When bells are tolled, all’s said and done,
beneath an orange and mocking sun;
truths no longer hidden lie;
within all-seeing, glassy eye.
lithium
element of exploitation and mayhem
used in rechargeable batteries
prevention of Alzheimer's disease
spacecraft and nuclear reactors
advanced war weaponry.
They say a trillion dollars' worth
is under the blood and burn of Afghanistan.
It was never about whacking bin Laden or democracy
It was all about greenbacks and kickbacks.
Xi is now licking his lips
I will weep my heart out,in the shade!
There won't be an end to Roe vs Wade!
Abortionists need dead infants's tissues
For a "vaccine" and our government does not tthink that, an issue?
Death, blood clots, you get, they do not care.
You, in a tomb, they get their greenbacks share!
Ah, that vaccine shot in your arm.
The dream that only you and nobody else, protected from harm?
Integrity is on grand holiday.
People so frightened, even will give their lives away.
Of side effects, we never hear.
We joyfully roll up our sleeves and go out later for an ice cold beer.
From sheer fear and phony medicine, people,shall never stop.
Easier, and no thinking to get a shot, is it not?
No due diligence, on your part?
Just hope andget the magical, infallible, arm dart!
Never told once…it destroys immune system and heart.
Thus we avoid anti_vaxxers, that most dangerous lot.
Freedom of choice! No not for you,
“My body, my choice” reserved for only the pro-death crew!
6~7~2021
She was born straddling a pair of ruby-eyed dice
weaned on black alleys and salty blue smiles-
Wild cat coaxing greenbacks from denim-lined crags
riding hard-driving far-diving high-screaming brass-
Climbing steely mountains capped with pyrite hearts
she thanked a lost lord for tears that didn't glow in the dark-
For a time, she walked for miles along sunlit paths
which demanded pinches of patience and flakes of faith
neither of which her dream catcher could ever catch-
She died alone draped across a bent bottle cap thrown
trilobites and mad dogs marched out her Marlboro red throat-
Leaving stiletto scars on virgin faces of hope and eternity
that creamy queen of damnation with cherry-stained knees-
(2008)
I'd like to walk the Great Wall of China someday.
It's near the top of my bucket list.
My greenbacks would be used by communists.
Against my country, and I'll not have it.
A small ripple of defiance (like tank man).
Enough ripples and the Chinese people
may get to sing a little bit.
God bless the People of China.
The Dalai Lama is not welcomed there.
He's been in exile since he was a child.
He's not welcome because he has quiet power.
To weave a billion tank people together.
And the commies are petrified of that.
I'll never go to China because Dog is on the menu.
I hear they boil, then skin them while they're still alive.
I couldn't imagine stumbling upon a wet market
and hearing the screams of (Xi) dogs.
Tank Man was led away by the commie police.
Never heard from again.
God Bless Tank Man.
There's three greenbacks in my pocket
Most I have had was ten
This cowboy's life don't make you rich
The green is pretty thin
Now I could take my three dollars -
An' that's the whole dang pot -
Then ride to town and have a beer
Or maybe I might not
Think I'll ride home and take a nap
Monday's sure to foller
Prob'ly spend it in the saddle
Sittin' on three dollars
3-14-19
Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
There's three greenbacks in my pocket
Most I have had was ten
This cowboy's life don't make you rich
The green is pretty thin
Now I could take my three dollars -
An' that's the whole dang pot -
Then ride to town and have a beer
Or maybe I might not
Think I'll ride home and take a nap
Monday's sure to foller
Prob'ly spend it in the saddle
Sittin' on three dollars
3-14-19
Contest:Green Humor Rhymes
Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire
greenbacks on oak trees
Springtime windfall of God’s love
— pocketful of leaves
4/25/2018
There was a woman named Honey
Who didn't have lots of money
in fact
she only had
enough greenbacks
for one designer hat.
But she was very discerning
and she found a hat that with a lot of turning
She could wear this hat many different ways
Over many different days...
See the hat in TangeneNicole's store on Etsy
The Gospel “is not,”
Only About money.
No, Not of any sums of a lot of greenbacks,
and not about abdominal six packs.
The Gospel “is not,”
About cars or beautiful toys.
The Gospel “is not”
About a natural marriage,
or any earthly relationships.
It is certainly “not about,” works and not about rules;
and a pair of fancy shoes.
Yes, even though looking good is always cool.
It is Not about fame and definitely not games.
The Gospel “is not”
About titles, nor winning battles.
It is The Gospel “Jesus Christ and Him Crucified.”
He dying for our sins; and His Resurrection triumphant.
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