This thread i see.' Being inlaid..Social dis-cohesion, invasive agency raids..(Awaken
Now people.!) The line is almost gone' any
Decent coppers are have left or are into their swansong.' Soon their places will be
Filled with 'alien world imports' my mind sees 'photo-graphic stills?' Poorly staffed
Armourys filled with guns, widespread links..With new gangland scum.? Whats the outcome? Click my mental link..Hold onto your sanity..And objectivly think.' Get
Togther with two generationally's born resist.. Be inventive or be taken by what will spawn.?
Make not hate your mate;
Don't go with it on a date.
It’s indeed a very bad trait!
Allow it not to kill your discretion;
It badly injures your impression.
Doubt not, it halts your progression!
Sow not this deadly seed in your mind;
In each and every one, faults it does find.
And imports headaches of every kind!
It’s against all good instruction;
Its ill effects need no introduction.
Its result is nothing but destruction!
The wars of the past, we have as samples!
The ongoing wars are its live examples!!
Find the missing courage to stand,
together a crowd well endowed;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud;
Neighbors have become divided,
no matter if either side tries;
They call each other misguided;
clean shoes never fix the wrong size;
Hastily two hands become one
within the confines of my mind;
Holding peace like a loaded gun,
just think if everyone were kind;
Imagine a coast of rose quartz
where we understand each other;
Domestics the same as imports,
we now press forward forever;
Revolution ‘Desperate’ fanned,
the bourgeoisie have become proud;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud.
The election of 2024
Presents an existential choice
Which old white grandpa dude
Both past their prime time
Do you support for president?
Friendly, grandpa
Who has been president
For the last three years?
Presiding over a decent economic expansion
Amid war in Europe and the Mid-east.
Or the former chaos president
Facing multiple court cases
Owing settlements for fraud
Sexual assault and defamation?
Who promises more chaos
And retribution against his enemies
In the deep state, and media.
Calling them all communists
As if an international communist threat
Was it still a thing?
Promising to deport
Illegal aliens
And possibly withdrawing from nato
And other alliances,
and impose crippling tarrifs
on all imports?
Yet to his supporters
Has been anointed by god
To vanquish his enemies.
or vote for RFJ, JR
or Cornel West
or Jill Stein
or the libertarian candidate
or just boycott the election.
staying home in disgust.
Sadly, that is our choice
On election day.
When might they be swarming the market
Eardrums deafening with pure racket:
The at-all-times mad desire
That makes importer a messiah:
Shipping bent on vomiting the goods
Over which the dying user broods…
A consumer’s quest for the newness
One’s government checks with a shrewdness,
Never ceasing to the Brisk Things tax,
A big loss should she choose to be lax…
Soon, Importer: Stinking Billionaire,
For this no research questionnaire:
“The checks know they should spare The Foreign
And just let the Enriching Thing reign.”
Do imports an economy kill?
You forgive them: citizens they thrill;
Their belief they’re in Europe fulfill
And variation stop from standing still…
Or else quadruple your exports,
Never compromised in their transports;
The other way of ploughing seaports
And a shake-up giving to Airports…
Your importations make China smile!
She sees you going that kind mile;
For Nigeria keeping a friend’s file.
But watch it: you stop venom-rich bile…
Don’t stop asking for electronics:
Your fun-loving kid’s animatronics.
Abbreviation for my country
My home, my pride
Your place you understand
Corruption is not what we're known for
Our exports and imports is what we're known for
Under-developed is not our statue or pride
Never be corrupt or idle and you'll glide
Transportation can never be our problem
Rely on one another and there's no problem
Young and old live friendly together
Never bad, we vote a rightful leader
In agriculture and vegetation
Growing up we learn more as a nation
Every year we celebrate Nigeria
Renewed and evolved, we grow as a big arena
I am a Nigerian
A large and prosperous country, Nigeria.
Join me celebrate
My country Nigeria in her 62th anniversary
Wishing her a prosperous independence day.
When we first saw Columbus;
his sea-bowed legs were struggling ashore;
us natives looked upon that unhealthy guy,
that marinated mariner who brought
news of garlic and olive oil to the unsuspecting,
both of which we natives had no use for.
Then it was that we envisioned as if in a dream
that natives should never, could never
forgive him for the insidious spread of Italian broccoli.
Thus we made war upon the brownish white men,
endeavoring earnestly to place an embargo
on any more useless imports.
No use!
Salesmen traveled all over our hunting grounds
offering yet more pizza ingredients.
The Spanish (long before Columbus Day),
had left pigs and horses for us Indians
for which we were most grateful,
and so we forgave
the genocidal aspirations of the conquistadors,
but broccoli was the absolute last straw,
and so we reigned terror
upon many a city statue of his likeness
and his pervasive, belligerent
garlic-breath.
Nowadays it’s difficult to live as an uneducated
Un-education is a curse- it’s known to all-wise
Wisdom sometimes unable to show the right path
Path erects many roots where grow puzzling ideals
Ideas of life bring conflicting doctrine in believers
Belief is truth for who believes, not for equal to real
Reality can dig out the past, present to show the true
Truth, though is an undeniable piece of any knowing
Knowledge of certain books garrote the curious learned
Learning on the natural ways is prohibited heritage
Heirs of the ancient lit up fatalistic light everywhere
Where the conscience keeps losing power to followers
Following is not wicked but a blind brain imports nothing
Things of biased acumen can abuse the value of anything
29.08.2020 Chattogram
***Note***
I want to learn everything through new ways
Although for that I have to be uneducated
The knowledge of the old scriptures is not suitable for me
Because I am learning myself with conscience everyday
TREES ON A MOUNTAIN
Trees on a mountain, the doorway to our God.
His roof a canopy of leaves. His floor the precious sod.
His voice is as many waters murmuring in the breeze;
a bird song or a cricket song or the humming of the bees.
God decorates each season with an eternal love that grows.
What could be His reason? He longs to save our soul.
God's gentleness wears away the hardness of our hearts.
Then peace and joy on the mountain are what our Lord imports.
And He does it so easily like water flowing over rock.
And He does it so patiently. His caring never stops.
He loves us where He finds us, polishing each heart of stone
until we each become a diamond; and then He takes us home.
Janet Marie Bingham
I remember when Japanese imports were tiny little things.
What a drastic change the passage of time brings.
Have you taken a look at the awesome Titan?
That is a pickup truck manufactured by Nissan.
Nobody can say that vehicle is tiny.
It's as big or even bigger than the F-150.
The Titan's V-8 gives it plenty of get up and go.
It gives strong competition to the Chevy Silverado.
The Titan is another import I see more and more.
It makes me question which country won the war.
A bibliographic oceanographic espionage is merely a tidal titan in a mesmerising swimsuit sipping tequila sunrise on a pool side sun lounger on a large eighty foot yacht. Tactless men who smear defecation in print are quite often timely reminders of the inportantance of inner self. Not an imports range. Nor a grangefield lodge. But a ehim of a wielding whisker in a wicker basket carrying a lot of water. Very safe isn't it? Catacomb no category cat. Nor catfish. For an exploding beef bomb is just not pleasant. Especially at sea. Always wavering when wielding. But also watching. So take no curly eyelashes yo a discordant discotheque for the apples are waiting for your call and the contour caress of an old anticipated fantasy adventure. So no I can't carry amy more then 87 thousand pickles I'm arrived. Topic shut. Starboard saving ships. Fry fish then with or without icing? Hahaha balancing a bingo hall on a head holding a gong. Hahah interesting. Hahaha justification z. P y q was reporting from land of hooverfield. Z
Surfing On Saturn’s Rings
Floating on the outer Phobe Ring with Saturn rising
Out of reach at supersonic speed, above ecliptic's cryptic spokes
Ready to fill the cavities of meteoroids for surfing at approach
Jet wave propulsion bounding from ring to ring upon my star board
Surfing alien surfaces, curling, singing through the systems swirling wheel
Sailing over micro rocks with glowing tiny asteroids of snow and ice
Into star dust clouds with a myriad of oddly shaped blue spikes
Down between the “D” and “A” Rings where moon particles converge
Pulled from left to right at cosmic speeds to reach its soul
With gravity as the key to force me through
Satellites are stretching, emerging on the deep
My equipment for this system is from Mars
Imports from the far off planet
Made from silver, titanium, and molten crystal beads
A surf board to the stars is starving for a start on micro parts
I come up for air above the “G” Ring, to see the giants staring there
Saturn with Titan by its side, filling in the foreign sky
Weighing down on me with ammonia oceans smiles at my size
On the horizon of Saturnian orchestrated rings
Meteoroids spin, singing on the beams of light
I see you when you skin your knees,
Each breaking dawn, pronouncing pleas.
I see you when you burn that wax
Each tiresome night, you don’t relax.
When you lace your boots, I see you still
You hit the pitch and keep it real.
I see you on your eight to four,
Doing your part, and sometimes more.
We sweat, we toil, we do it all
So out this darkness we may crawl.
We cry, we weep, we endure shame,
So we don’t leave the bastards that we came.
More times than one though we may fail,
As we progress through storm and hail,
It matters not how oft we fall,
What sure imports is standing tall.
So forge on with hopes on high,
And see success your woes decry.
I see you all and dove my hat.
We’ll see the light, and that’s a fact.
We’ll meet with smiles to share the glow
And share gold where ends the rainbow.
If its minerals, tis you taking from there
If its oil, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
If its exports, tis you taking from there
Even imports, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
In government, tis you taking from there
Investment, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
Oh, you sure have no scruples
As even in church, you are taking from there
How much more greedy can you get.
If its minerals, tis you taking from there
If its oil, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
If its exports, tis you taking from there
Even imports, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
In government, tis you taking from there
Investment, tis you taking from there
How much more greedy can you get,
Oh, you sure have no scruples
As even in church, you are taking from there
How much more greedy can you get.
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