The speakers cracked to life.
"Please stand for the pledge of Allegiance."
"One nation under God indivible with liberty and justice for all."
Liberty and Justice for all?
Is that what we are making up it to be?
While people are being ripped from their families
And we are claiming to be the land of the free?
While "police agents" are killing people based on what they see, hear, and think?
United?
More like divided.
While people are trying to decide if it's alright to strip away what should have been provided?
Democracy?
Really?
While we are letting a man with over 30 felonies have a presidency?
But I guess we have never changed.
Racism has been injected into the veins of the land of the ill-gotten gains.
It stems from the roots.
The aggression towards people who are not the same.
But yet they want us to be,
"One nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all"
Determine who
the crime will profit
and you will find
your man
Fortune baits
perdition’s wolf
with larceny
in hand
Behind this world’s
ill-gotten gains
and lurking
deep within
There hides the culprit
long surmised
who wears the mark
— of sin
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
That diamondback with turquoise eye
Beneath the copper colored sky
Is best left there alone to lie
Aware of ev'ry passerby
Commanding it's respect
But lofty prowling also reigns
If not supreme its threat remains
So vigilance is what maintains
The losses equal to the gains
This delicate balance to protect
Each predator will become prey
When stars of night find stars of day
The system was designed that way
To keep the intellect at bay
That would upset that order
LIke most designs it has its flaws
For those who don't respect its laws
And seek to fill rapacious jaws
Displaying disrespectful maws
Which grin within disorder
The snake that lies in plastic grass
The raptor’s flight through prismal glass
Are visions meant not but to pass
As though they were but sheen on frass
Only useful when they’re rent asunder
Philosophers are left to ponder
Why nature would allow this wander
'Tween balance here, disorder yonder
Peacemakers struggle… troublemakers squander
Ill-gotten gains, their rotten plunder
civilrights/votingrights/democracyreform
update on communication of opinion with senator warren
constitutional means and measure as provided in description of property
antitrust boredom
petrol
the contemporary lobbying for additional police
in policy writing equates
to the value of ignition of petrol
rather than the clerical error correction
of a homeless person becoming american
that prepaid property of the citizen is in trial
as evidence at the moment
exiting a sealed indictment for all
of those who accepted the transaction
ill gotten gains
from the ill in the streets
knowingly watching americans die
while issuance of wealth was described
in due process
allowance of interpretation of placement
of individual case by case of medical need
present day has concluded process of intelligent quotient ability
of laws to enforce death certificates as an economic
recovery interest in the mortality of exposure sector
of mathematical finite means for speech.
civil rights as commodity?
#civilrights #commodity #zen #buddhism
PythonPotamus, "Abaddon" Quetzacoatliciously rises from the pit.
Helliopolis' ruins remains; "in the thick of it."
Ra, "Familiars the breeze" a God-imposter, sedicious, piece of Set.
Set Ing the diodes of scene.
All the same, on demand-
quid pro troll for human sacrificing...
icing in their assumed, -
exhumed names of representation-glands,
Idols in strange hands.
Decorating blue,
filling with strangers to one's own land.
Paradise Lost, seeking ills, -ills, ill gotten gains.
Kismetic Frosts relations
of cover-incestuous-religions
summoned in symbiotic trends,
of the means of the end.
On Alien soil, Ra, soon to return
to asphyxiate freedom's change, of wind,
whisping death's-bloom.
DeCoffinated break, drink !
Skywriters, Contracting...
Watching in aiding abetting, the elites.
The discreeted
scuttled upon the otherworldly-
Chariots called PleasureCrafts and Triremes and Juggernautivity Nets.
Lasers to strain in loom, everything you say or do-
you... buy, sell, eat, drink, breathe, think?
Utopia, Trojan Whores Riding a Beast.
There’s a God, under my hat
hangs out, to pick my brains
Has one interest, on his mind
he judges my ill gotten gains
There’s a Devil in my pocket
he’s there siphoning off veins
Sometimes tops up my wallet
wanting my soul in exchange
The hat and pocket have holes
but on balance, cause no pain
My soul may be lost to money
luckily my brain, has free rain
By
David Kavanagh
"The streams are my veins."
Coursing through my limbs, the streams are my veins
Just as the wind is the breath in each lung
Blowing dry sand far across desert plains
by Nature’s mother tongue
I bleed the river and springs that have sprung
Cry tsunami’s until nothing remains
For my wooden children, taken too young
I strain and toil for the soil sweating rains
Aid by trees and bees and heroes unsung
Covet unscathed land like ill-gotten gains
by Nature’s mother tongue
August 29, 2022
Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
For Inspiration: Quote #1 "The streams are my veins"
6/19/22
This is not for the faint of heart
Another brain fart
While working by a hay cart
Near waters full of grey sharks
At night it all turned way dark
In order to get it done, had to take part
Occasionally began the great march
Many may bark
Often regretting what they start
Trying to interpret cave art
Intent is like that of Braveheart
Always got to keep my blade sharp
Close and far from any state park
As well as K-Mart
Confucius said
It's nothing new friend
Many do offend
Always those who pretend
As well as somebody out to do you in
I can't afford to lose again
I need to shoot ahead
To the end
Until I'm truly dead
No need for a Sudafed
Far too often it's lies not the truth spread
Not the same
As moth to flame
Too many caught in chains
Surviving off rotten grains
Suffering with no way to stop the pain
Tormented through a lot of games
Benefiting others by ill-gotten gains
Taking advantage of those with common aims
Appeasements have the fragrance of folly to the wise.
From the lips of the unwise, the tongue knows no boundary.
When warranted expectancies vanish, the unexpected will rise.
Insincerity of heart, though flowered in roses, is the cousin of flattery.
To the pure in heart and mind, plots of bedevilment are difficult to disguise.
Good seeds beget good fruit; results from ill-gotten gains give birth to misery.
050322PSCtest, Bite Size Poem no.43, Line Gauthier
Whenever I’m able I raid the bird table
I snap up some mealworms and go
The nearby house owner a bad tempered moaner
Berates me because I’m a crow
That snotty Rob Robin just sits there bob bobbing
And snaffles as much as he can
He’d better stop soon he’s the size of the moon
But this doesn't bother the man
Those flashy goldfinches are only five inches
But make a cacophonous sound
Like lambs to the slaughter they come down for water
But I’ve called the sparrow-hawk round
But hey what’s point of a crow having brains
If not to get ill gotten gains
Raiding that fella’s bird table is fun
Caw blimey... he’s got a big gun!
24 May 2021
Contest: Personification poem 150
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Hey there, high school teacher,
your talent to rebuff
but when you try imagining
your focus coarse and rough
Your feelings mostly borrowed,
your words ill-gotten gains
your hours spent in false critique
of someone else’s pain
You’re outclassed high-school teacher,
your envy on display
your pedantry a mocking tone
and pretense on parade
(To Wayne Miller: April, 1967)
Compassion Within Us, Placed By Divine Hands
Compassion, weakness or a curse
or expression of mercy's heart,
I denying Love, which is worse
than savagery this world imparts
became blind in my silent pains
an enigma, lost, out of touch
treasuring my ill-gotten gains
my lies held firm, my needed crutch.
In ignorance racing along
my repentant soul yet cried out
I running from world's teeming throngs
destiny's hand, life turned about
compassion's touch, came not too late
*I am the master of my fate.*
Written 3rd February 5th, 2020
For famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest sponsored by Silent One.
The ending line in this new sonnet: **I am the master of my fate.**
is in reference to the line chosen:
"I am the master of my fate" - written by William Ernest Henley
Credit given to William Ernest Henley for his fine verse and the poetry
and gift of power and imaginative verse it inspired.
The Corporate
Where did you get your ill gotten gains?
From broken backs and forgotten pains?
And will your wealth wash out the bloodstains
From the blue collars of those that came
To work for your pennies while you reign?
No matter to you, - you feel no shame...
For YOU live the life of luxury.
That is fine but you fail to see,
You garner wealth and give measly.
Then your shareholders want more from thee.
So you move the jobs to over sea.
It causes strife but
- you lack empathy .
You bend
You rend
You mend
And look
You begged
And borrowed
Bought
And took
You justify the pain that you cause,
“Just business” you say “no need to pause”
Rules don’t bind you, you just break the laws.
Your lobbyists mend by paying the pawns.
Your workers being thrown out on their front lawns!
But you don’t care to undo these wrongs...
All you’ve created is insubstantial.
Your sole purpose? to increase your financial
Needs to support your gluttonous life,
While the workers toil and suffer in strife
People are starving, their kids they can’t feed...
Where does greed end? How much wealth do YOU need?
Claiming
In the gathering darkness
The land opened its mouth wide
To swallow all the wind
You boasted
To swallow up all the ill-gotten gains
Darkness devoured your face
And adopted your greedy soul
Dancing wildly were your limbs in the air
Like a puppet pulled by Satan
Blowing over my ears was the wind
And your screaming
The higher the roar was
The deeper my sorrow was
It was dignity
That was thrown into the bottom of the hell
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XI
If you pull a long face
Not knowing whether it's Night or Day
That may simply mean you lost your face
You have gone past your very Last Day
No use then pulling a long lost face
For all the days you failed to pray
High Up or Deep Down where you surface
Angels or Devils note down crimes to pay
Now if you keep pulling that wraith-long face
Thinking WHO's to know whether your taxes you pay
Remember Arch-Angel Collector of Taxes His Grace
Reads every twitch on faces the mirror-image of DNA
Yet if you still keep pulling that long face
Hoping you can put off Tax Declaration Day
Dictatorship out there needs no majority in Congress
To impeach even Ultime Unction pardon on dying day
So if you must pull a long long face
Pull it wherever no one dares say
Ill-gotten gains make for national disgrace
Tho' trillions in debt pile up in You-Yes-Yeah
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 6, 2019
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