The pandemic unfolds, relentlessly
Hiding here and there, shamelessly
Guerilla tactics in the crowded jungle
An uninformed battle line can only bungle
So we are back to commodity trading
Peddling wares whose glamour is fading
Selling systems which worked in yesteryear
Declaring of home-grown innovation, real fear
Mentally and emotionally we are at the ceiling
Tomorrow may bring the unknown feeling
Living in the past, we go back to school
Trying to see, who’s the bigger fool
When AIDS hit, we rallied our front line forces
MERS and SARS followed the same courses
The text book on this one has not been written
So with Hydroxychloroquine we remain smitten
They win not by victory o'er their enemies,
for their enemies are invincible, yet they fight:
aging can be resisted, hemmed in for a time,
but its rolling is relentless, thinning the skin,
shrinking the brain, thickening the arteries....
They are partisans, the victorious old,
fighting, alone, a relentless guerilla war
against one enemy, Old Age, who takes
everyone prisoner, if they wait long enough,
while the other foe, their last enemy,
takes no prisoners at all....
And this final and most heartless enemy?
Death always wins, there are no exceptions,
but the victorious old give it no joy--
some even smile at Mr. Death, the light in
their eyes still burning as their souls sense
the oncoming freedom, the smell of Heaven--
and Death, never happy, sulks away....
Facts now have alternatives to fortify an elite’s status
Truth has lost its authority
Principles abandoned as minds become amorous to like-minds
Intellectual treachery
Corporations have frozen the status quo
Arrested ideology
Anti-capitalism is pretentious and treasonous
Distrust the politics, kill the new entry
Religion is a sanctuary of poverty walled by tyrants
Machiavellian weaponry
A cloaked politician claims anointment from God
Blind flock in an amen chantry
Jesus misunderstood for good for life is good
Yield to Caesar with slavery
Every system wants a piece of your livelihood
Patriotic puppetry
They invade privacy with dosages of conformism
Online artillery
I am an armoured guerilla in a humanism suicide vest
Blowing up the system
Partisans has now entered politics
fighting secretly against an occupying force
supporting the rights to kill Holy Innocence
blood of our martyrs is on your hands
Prejudiced in favour of a particular cause
carving death as their poster child speaks volumes
manipulating gossip overlooking facts that's no lie
These public figures are an out and out disgrace
they should be ashamed of themselves
serving the master of deceit
when the truth comes to light let us face it
I hate to tell you that I told you so
the guerilla fighter helps spill innocent blood
Have you ever been fooled
By the moon in still waters?
Mistaken for real,
How do you tell real from an imposter?
If I stir the image of the moon,
Will the ripples ensue chaos?
And cause nagging fish
To surface from the bottom?
Tepid waters preferred
Among the timid hearted.
So watch for insecurities
In the steam of hot water.
I say, how do you catch an imposter off guard?
Planned warfare,
I stir emotions like a guerilla at large.
Set fire to the grass
And watch the snakes slither abroad.
I demand my respect like my title is Sarge.
You don't even love you,
I don't need you to like me.
They're quick to say friend
But my foes make better company.
How do you tell a friend from an enemy?
Stir the false reflection
To find loyalty or insecurity.
SAVO
When the rest fought in mockery…
There arose one determined to see through the fight
While the rest to their fate resigned,
He refused to conform,
To begin from zero he determined.
So he could rescue the enclave economy
Not only the economy but the people too
From the dictatorial juntas of then…
A few men he chose and schooled in propaganda
To the jungle they went with guns not enough to go around.
Driven by nothing but patriotism
Their sails filled by the winds of passion
Like any guerilla fighter… hungry he went
By the mercy of the masses he survived
Many a bullet for him took in the Luwero triangle
God bless their benevolent souls.
As the rest mused about his ability to disappear
He knew it was for sheer luck that he survived
He loved the nation that much
He risked all he had so we could get all we have
Savo
God bless your heart.
The volatile excerpt reads “The behead-
ings that were carried out by the Isla-
mic State of Iraq and Syria, the
rage of hate is a control factor for
the power of the leader to be sup-
reme. Is this the measure of mankind?
The rigor-mortis that lay before us
is a terrorist creed dogma time clock.
None the less than government formed through doc-
trine of Qu’ran and Sunni stated to
be the divine order of all the land.
al-Baghdadi caliphate is mercen-
ary to the faith of the Middle East.
The rage of hate must be depleted now."
R oused was the first leader and destroyed.
a l-Baghdadi came on board.
G ruesome guerilla killed woman, man, and child for his caliphate.
E quality must be palpability today.
F ear that is caste by ISIS.
O ften is not considered by the people as a terrorist.
R egards are to the governess.
P opulations are nations
E volved to roam.
A spirations are not known.
C aliphate has formed.
E quity and identity is commercial paper shown.
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Penned February 27, 2015!
This poem is a sonnet that is emphasized via an
acrostic for the desired effect on the stated form.
This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious feelings repress
A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express
My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery
Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL
An elaborate machination Formation of
this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy
Renegade inspiration
A
Live
Grenade
Revolution call.
Societal crumblings
A mind poisoned by barricades
Limitations.
Cures itself
By questioning everything
Invalidity, obscurity, corruption
Topple under
Plots of our Coterie
Political pressure
Militant insurgency
Worship the gun
Worship the steel
Guerilla tactics
Metro
Urban
Rurally
Camouflaged pawns
Stratagem
Pieces on the board are people
Playing for real.
Didactic Leaders
And
Pedantic parents
They’re history and experience
In perspective reveals.
Cycle of manipulative
Elite, controlling
The pariahs
Starved in appeal.
The mother of plantains and holy thoughts
She shifted in the underbrush to avoid the
guerilla
soldier's gunfire.
Still, now she is bones and a cross
necklace.
"One day the evil will not rule and she will
rise."
Un dia el mal no va a globema y que se
elevara.
Elevara.
Elevara.
From the dust.
From the dirt..
No singing songs of mourning.
The song then a song fit for Lazarus and
for life
healed and returned.
The pure throat.
The innocent throat.
Oh, her beautiful black feet dancing once
again.
Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
Raw landscape:
narcissism
forages the belly.
Picking up the figs
from passion flowers.
Is that right ?
Can you sow the seeds
on a cloud ?
Unclothed words ?
Stealthily
a guerilla smashes
a summary of centre.
A falconer
releases a prey
to feed an anarchy.
Satish Verma
Come fluttering words, come drifting words to me,
present my wicked thoughts to the summer breeze.
Carry them to the deaf ears and blind eyes,
or any other orifice from which my love is denied.
Heaven sent, heavenly scented memories.
Black, cold eyes detects what no-one sees.
Grieving heathen, scarlet lipped harlot.
Guerilla love that should have been harmless.
Illicit encounters abruptly diminished.
Evaporate the thrill, the dreams, the wish.
Stopping to find souveniers of dangerous times,
of secrets, of lies, of adulterous crimes.
25th July 2011
LABORIOUS LABYRINTH OF LOVE
Love must be complementing
It’s not a “tug of war”
That each side, end of the rope going against each other,
Instead of complete understanding
Not of a perplexing or confusing…laborious labyrinth of love.
Wherein the center, there is a gravitational force!
At any rate, even the wisest war tactician fails
If not possessed with solid know-how, diplomacy and good judgment
Lovers or protagonists must sit conform to each other.
They give and take
Study the problem
Solve the problem and not attacking
And not a squid or guerilla tactics or hide and seek process
But to a sharp contrast: to success
Rather than to a laborious labyrinth of love!
Desert sand, tan and wind rippled
Dry, desolate, drifting-dieties'
canvas evolving, serenity garden
Strife and soldiers, guerilla warfare
South of Egypt, West of the Red Sea
Land Cursed by God for whorng against
God with other gods. Descendants still
pay the sin price today.
Confussion, hate consumed
Evil conduct, evil rulers
Abuse and cripple the refugees
Mercy on the children, Succor
their hunger and thirst
Give the weak, strength and compassion
Deliver the wicked to your justice, Lord.
I read about this region today and descided to write a poem, the people are being abused
and raped. Pray for this people and area. this is north Africa.
Jungle ape, they called you
in those days
Vindication you handed them
these days
with your gorilla-like acts
guerilla they call it now
I think
very homonymic that is
don't you think
Have you a mould in that brain?
Or why pull the trigger
against a brother
for what is this hullabaloo? I wonder
when you ravage this home
you call your own
and deny us insight
to her gentle face
by the mist you make
over this calm lake.
The justice you seek, you ruin
when you lance that shell.
A mess you now make
of this tidy abode.
To you, brother
What if you lay those arms down
and meet me at the hall, down
at the table we shall fashion
a prosperous new fashion.