If they come ? They will come ...for one of us !
Forceful to take over
Offering strikes of violent torchered wars .
For if they will come ? They will come for one of us !
Claiming to prioritise our human behaviour action's
In life ...of our yesterday into our today's
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Ready they will be standing bold in absurd form ready
To hear ,no negotiation , peace bell rolling off
Our hearts soul of human tongue.
For war and punishment is all they already have in mind.
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Aggressive tactics...they are willing to explore .
Snatching our humanity , while they delivering their
Intergration war upon our human right's
For its empathy they lack and trauma
Pain is all they willing to serve in an
Empty prison sell , with no Lock's nor chains
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Knowing they have to auto flame ,booms of fear
For our voices is no longer ours, our tongues
Along with thought's ,they have stolen away and the law of injustice gloom over the world ,darker then the living day .
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Beware if you find yourself in a dark dank place
You may become the prey of Old Schnozz Face
Don't bother spraying him with a can of mace
He's a Vampiric creature of the Mosquito race
I detest the sound of his buzz buzzing in my ear
When in bed, that irksome droning sound I hear
That long needle nose is a grotesque thing to fear
I'd put something in his bag that came from a pee'er!
"Mosquito Man, why do you bother wearing pants?"
His reply came across as more angry whirring rants.
If their needles break, can mosquitoes get implants?
He just landed on a painting, one of my Rembrandts
It's way past time for me to put this skeletal pest away
The plan I have in mind will put an end to him, I pray
I've been bitten and harassed for the last time today
I'm taking out the big gun to fry him with a gamma ray!
The Ziggurat
So.
I am completed now,
and what have you learned
that you did not already know?
Closer to the gods, I suppose,
who seem somewhat indifferent
if you ask me.
You are the ones making all the noise.
I have no complaint.
You treat me well.
You lavished millions of man-hours
to forge and lay my bricks.
You commissioned the finest work of artisans
to inscribe my walls.
I am admired,
worshiped perhaps, by many
(not all, I notice - I will keep their secret).
I do stand tall and imposing,
and the view is quite nice.
The birds, in particular, seem to be appreciative,
catching soft thermals from my sloped sides.
They glide without effort at the pinnacle;
some even daring to land.
And that’s about it for me.
What did YOU have in mind?
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet (Born: 8th July 1954)
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Too much company
Kill the company,
What am I going to think?
About those curious people?
What am I going to think?
Why sailors are celebrating.
Too much solitude,
Kill the solitude,
What am I going to think?
Of the inert stone,
What am I going to think?
Looking at the gibbous moon?
Too much company,
Kill the company,
What am I going to think?
Of those talkative children,
Am I going to escape?
Those pale snakes?
Too much loneliness,
Kill the loneliness,
What am I going to think?
Of these Tuaregs
Masking their face
With deep blue veil?
Too much company,
Kill the company,
How my mother suffered
From these pale nurses,
How my mother suffered
From the devil who sits?
Too much solitude,
Can enchant the eyes,
What are we going to think?
Brilliant poets,
Tell me dear solitude,
Do you really exist?
Too much company,
Kill the company,
What do they have in mind?
Some bananas, some mangoes,
Fruit and grapes,
So man feeds himself,
Turn off this radio,
Think of the black cormorant,
Turn off that TV,
Look at the sea,
What is this fantasy?
Too much company
Kill the company.
WEB OF WORDS
Weaving a wonderful Web of words,
Of such delicate silken threads,
Where words are woven and entwined,
These stories running through our heads.
Like spiders weaving a line,
Painting scenes and the tales are spun!
Ideas that us poets have in mind.
The words are busy dancing,
And the story now unfolds,
The Web is woven,
And the story can be told.
Magical Web of words!
Love me sweetheart, ever be
The first thing that my eyes will see
Every morning, every day
You and I together stay
Doing things, two as one
Up until the setting sun
Then take a break to watch it go
At night it's different, as we know
There's other things at night to do
And I can tell you, I want to
Imagination planting seeds
Intensifying as it needs
Tell me things you have in mind
I'll respond to them in kind
There's nothing that would be a no
I'll comply to make things flow
ONLY WORDS
Should poetic works be for general consumption
Is superficial readership the goal, and if so, why
Or aimed at those who as specialists, self-identify
Perhaps have in mind, those with some gumption
With words flowing well, it still takes some time
When following a pattern that’s hard to construct
In most verses, metaphors can be cleverly tucked
Most will accept the impact of meter and rhyme
Should it provide insight or just a pleasant sound
Words can describe the everyday or even fantasy
Or the beauty of nature when taking time to see
Yet success is when a meeting of minds is found
There are those who think in just two dimensions
And words at one level, can offer entertainment
But with a deeper resonance, makes a statement
When understood, can realise a poet’s intentions
When conjuring some vivid description of a scene
Magic can sometimes offer more than just reality
Looking behind the obvious, can focus on duality
What it can be, now is, or in the past, has been
When I was 70 I wrote a poem whilst here at Gran Canaria but never posted it. So here it is at 72:-
FEELINGS
I wonder where the years have gone
As I sit here on my own
Facebook reminds me it's my birthday right
Many years older and headful of white.
Best wishes from far and wide
Flood in like the tide
Overwhelmed with the expressed love and care
From those that have taken time to share.
I take note of each reply
of friends and others I can justify.
This is not a popularity game I have in mind
My heart is open and always kind.
I suffered a few wounds of the physical and mental kind
Some may never heal in my heart and mind.
Yes, life is full of regrets and if onlys
But we must strive never to be lonely.
Love life, spread joy and always be kind
Then you will enjoy a healthy mind.
Smile and say hello to everyone??
Always have in mind...
even if I don't love you much
I will never love you less !
Zerrpossa.....Quite lovely wouldn't
you say so Lover?
Lover.....Quite lovely: quite lovely
but what is it?
Zerpossa.....It's the from a layered
womans suit the long jacket is
beautiful isn't it.
Lover.... Now I'm to find something
to go with that? I'll have to
get a cream colored jacket and pants
to look like we're together. The snakeskin
boa shoes will look great with the
colors I have in mind.
Zerpossa......The catalogs have what you need.
lique de Notre histoire
Mayard Fenelon is fimed on Kauai Island.
were histoire is Champion!
Placentino Di Loia.....
Contribution to the
Articulation of Performance......
Wild life some guard with their last drop of blood,
Save God should want to waste it with fierce flood:
I have in mind white men, sometimes, funny,
Quick to buy strange theatre with money…
Arrest and imprisonment for poachers.
They would no longer sell to keen butchers;
Hard labor behind bars as teacher;
When one is out Criticizing Preacher…
Earth’s Richest Wild Life: Madagascar!
Black wounds inflicted on her White Man’s Scar,
White worries over wild life Extinction,
Quite happy to, here, make a distinction…
His posture lesson-rich revelation:
One does not risk vague regeneration.
Sure, he is watching Nigeria’s Game Reserve
And could fight for what their members deserve:
Neatly, his clamors for Animal Rights
Killers’ daily intrusions mandate flights!
Yet, the wildlife whites like, to some a knife:
A giraffe at noon enjoying tall life
Before dark losing it to lion’s strife:
A pride of them killing both him and wife!
As you hold the brush
I have in mind of what to paint.
Back in your head
Lies the scheme of your masterpiece.
Who do you try to?
Who where your inspiration for?
Deep in your heart, I know
The one who met you on Sunday morning
Before the church bell ringing.
I just could imagine
Your heart is singing
Because that day
Your heart remains there.
Please do not leave me in the ocean of pain and fire
Grave is your angriness, the hell of chain and fire
What I got after crossing limits you established in world
The lust which was of no use, all in vain and fire
The each and every suggestion you have in mind, is crazy
What is real? I'm sure you can not pertain and fire
Do you remember the soft moment when you were my mate in bed?
We wandered and loved whether 'twas thick rain and fire
What is religion you can't perceive, keep in heart, dead spirited
The comprehension is in need of arcane and fire
Smile is fake, after you the heart says "am not happy"
Friends of night after you 're just cocaine and fire
January 20, 2023
Size is what matters least
if what we have in mind
is complete clarity
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