In the nineteenth century—
the Devil was born.
And sympathizers
supported his name—
Zion.
When Zion was born,
he came with racism,
colonialism,
and a wicked spirit
of imperialism.
Zionism—
a force on this earth,
a political extremism,
an ideology rooted
in intolerance,
in hatred,
in the violent imposition
of belief—
seeking to destroy
fundamental rights
and the balance
of the world.
It manifests
as anti-democratic will,
rejecting order,
reshaping systems,
using force
to achieve
its ends.
Its drivers—
inequality,
exclusion,
and the shadow
of power
without restraint.
But the days draw near.
What is built
on violence
weakens.
The poison it spreads—
returns.
And consumes
its own source.
To those
who suffer—
the night is long,
but not endless.
For no force
stands forever.
And what rises
without justice—
will fall.
A controversial one.' Long John Laws indeed could stun.' Clipped flinty tones He'd chew
No bones, never met him.' Wonder would
We have got on.? I beleive he was for the
Con-vid, but he was steeped in more honest; times.' In those middle ranges, there
Honesty was pretty much full time, i think
I lived its tail end.' Which balanced me quite
Well, enough to admire, yet know he was
Vulnerable as well.' So i regret the imposition, placed upon all Aussie folks'
Every straight grained, lover of better, for
We at are our best, when we share with mates.' So I reckon if we meet in heaven
Everything will be grand.' We'll gas round a
Golden barbie.' Where adventures we'll put
To plan.'
(“Contagion III”, 2020, original pen and ink and oil)
Dr Fauci
In the infallible world of cause and effect
Every action has its reaction
And to every sane person
Beyond the age of about ten
This is simply a given.
What is less clear is when, how and where
These reactions will manifest.
So as time passes and nothing seems to happen
Those responsible, and those effected
Begin to wonder if they ever will.
Enter stage Left, Dr Fauci,
The best thing since sliced bread and mastermind
Of not only gain of function research
But also the official reaction and imposition
To the result of this research gone wrong.
Will Fauci ever face the consequence
Of the hundreds of millions killed by his virus,
And even greater numbers killed by the vax?
Not likely in this life, but surely Hell awaits,
Ever patient, ever present, at the very bottom.
(8/23/25)
let our suggestion
be not an imposition
but only an offering
view point proffering
in utmost gentleness
to promote wellness
inducing love to spurt
seeking not to convert
eye nonjudgmental
mindful touch gentle
Have you ever been
haunted (no you have not)
by a ghost from the future not even born yet
in your paper thin realm
trolled from a time post human extinction
it could only happen to you so-called
dead in your grave still tossing and turning
& scratching like a deviant
moldering and unquiet one hundred years now
and the whispers yes whispers from
the parallell (this is how we spell it now)
corridoor (see previous) keeping you
a-threshold in your very well deserved
sempiternal shelf of discomfort
Out here bebee the fourth dimension
swings in ways you cannot conceive so
don't test your pretty lil head
much of which is mush and thistle
but! you may be due compensation
for the futurama funnel imposition
a leakage episode beyond apology
under section bla bla
please submit your claim within 30 days
via the usual medium and
we shall endeavour to ensure
requiem aeternam thus ceasing
your infernal insomnia
yours the 3am committee
Tho' they may display legs to best advantage,
observing the constraints, begs the question, 'What's afoot?'
Seems to me I had a bee in my bonnet
about women's proclivities and passion
when compelled to write this pseudo-sonnet
about their footwear fashion.
Some are bonkers barmy as bedbugs, daft, dippy, daffy,
(with) bats in the belfry too,
it's far beyond my reckoning, as I can't fathom,
why they choose to wear the pairs of shoes they do.
And as for a clue, I haven't any, why they own so very many.
With their platforms, pumps, stilettos, wedges, they're tottering on
the edges of insanity, an exercise in futility,
an accident about to happen, one stumble, a tumble then... a calamity.
Seeing them hobble, while their dogs are barking,
these are the words they'd speak, if their feet could talk,
'Cinderella had the right idea, losing her glass slipper,
as oh the pains you put us through when you are wont to walk.
It's no more than torture, a total imposition,
somewhat akin to boots of the Spanish Inquisition.'
Where harmony hoards the supposed hurt,
Symphonies belie me.
I rein myself in to not be curt,
But noise surrounds me.
Where time heals the freshly toiling,
I have old, murky bloodstains
Yet no one sees how quietly I'm boiling
Until the tipping point I shall hide my pains.
Why such a discordance in my disposition?
I desire to mourn the impact of this tyranny
Is this prophetic or an imposition? It's difficult to overlook the irony.
Someday I will explode, not implode
A magnetic, magnificent starburst.
For now, continue, continue to goad,
But this cacophony will not halt my bloodthirst.
GREEN LEVY an explicit imposition on speculative statistical suppositions
I see a problem with religion,
It's like a competition,
You can't just slip in.
They want you to fit in.
To help heal your sin.
"You can stay, on One Condition."
Tything an imposition,
Sects creating division,
Trying to see who will win.
What if GOD has a different mission?
Just listen to your intuition,
Not their newest edition,
Or blindly follow tradition.
Have the ambition,
Become a new addition,
A true Magician.
An end to all suspicion.
Put fear in remission.
God's the physician,
In the perfect position,
To bring dreams to fruition.
Come join the Coalition,
Life is the auditon,
Your the Musician.
Love is the ammunition,
To defeat opposition.
This is Your rendition,
You give it definition,
And GOD gets the recognition.
The one and only condition.
IVORY FLAKES
As one hand gives, the other takes
Laundry can be both a task and joy
Yet when an imposition, can annoy
And all remaining respect, destroy
Washday is not merely Ivory Flakes
Clean those clothes, for all our sakes
If overdue, laundry becomes urgent
A minor issue, a choice of detergent
The needs and wants are convergent
So don’t delay with the Ivory Flakes
More stocking wear from Ivory Flakes
A product with other uses, you know
And used in movies as artificial snow
Swirling all around as fans would blow
But there were and are, other makes
Lightly, almost imperceptibly,
dusk quiets and stills the day.
The brightness and youth
of morning vibrates with
exciting expectations
of unknown adventures
waiting to be discovered,
a reaching-out for the new,
the yet-to-be understood,
surpassing the mind’s compass,
the boundaries and limits
of comprehension and imposition.
Time passes, a transmutation
occurs, barely noticed.
The heat of the mid-day sun
exposes newly-discovered
experiences and passions
that subsume all days
with the present, the now,
nothing more, nothing less,
in a momentary phase,
narcissism, an island in the sun.
In time, the sun loses its heat.
We breathe air cooled with a stir
of late afternoon breeze that
tempers passions and desires
and leads to a calmness of mind
with faint birdsong, the music
of rustling leaves and grasses,
and a contentment born of
experience, age, and wisdom
and the beauty of the evening.
In the end dusk slips over the day
lightly, almost imperceptibly.
WHO WE ARE AT OUR CORE
Are we who we think we are
Or more likely what others think
Perhaps multifaceted, we may be
Or neither, always a mystery
Taking self-analysis to the brink
But in the end, just raise the bar
At our core, whatever that may be
Some sort of an inherent disposition
Or just acting out our genetic code
Delving deep to find the mother lode
When psychoanalysis is an imposition
Will anyone ever know the real me
THE LYNX
That black cat, I spy - he licks the puppet all over.
The fox’s red fur feels not the imposition nor
the puppetmaster’s paw, but the red fox,
my prey, feels the crunch of its bones, insanity bleeds,
after the toilsome run from my teeth.
My teeth chatter, cold and cruel, terribly hungry
to rip up a carcass, to chow down
a soul. I eat the meat raw.
Its blood is my foundation -
I powder my nose. The cries of my prey
with stuffing and gravy. Yes, let’s do
Thanksgiving. Like me, the black cat
defiles a fox. We are both satisfied.
Hello there Mr Robot
You might remember me
I was the human poet
Who invited you to tea
If not an imposition
A favour could I ask?
When you read this little ditty
I request of you a task..
It might be several years
From when I pen this little note
A few of us predicted
And I know we should not gloat
That humans might expire in time
So our world can breathe, remain
A cycle of perfection
Might revolve to start again
So here is my position
If I may just be so bold
After the inquisition
Plus all warnings we were told
As you wander through the valleys
And the luscious pastures green
Please appreciate this Eden
As for humans, could have been
A perfect slice of heaven
Lest we curbed our selfish ways
So this future you were handed
As we vanished in a haze;
Perhaps you'll write a poem
To appreciate it all
No human eye critiquing
For we surely dropped the ball
I just ask you'll care and nurture
Be a steward, more than man
For I pray you'll have a spirit
Although dressed up in a can
Africans chose independence,
colonizers accepted their wishes
And brought them neo-colonisation
Which looks like modern incarceration
As they have limitations of rights
Locally and internationally
Which is opposing liberty
And so called democracy.
Some people of good hearts out there,
What do you think when Africans banks
Reserves are in control of some colonisers?
As colonisers continue taking decisions
on all African matters proves the inexistence
of the African Union institution.
What is a next good move for Africa and Africans?
I can see some riots of many Africans
and chasing out some western soldiers
in different UN peace missions,
pointing them to be wars promoters
And robbers of their natural resources.
People of good hearts do you accept their claims?
In democracy we must understand
the voices of the majority,
if not... it is an imposition
which is much dictatorial.
People of good hearts don't you smell
the arrogance of some world leaders?
Where love operates,
there are no some colonizers
who dictating other leaders.
There is no so called democracy
which is neo- colonisation.
July 2nd 2023
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