Bark
yap yap
blah blah blah
be close minded
praising those banning
books, education, rewriting folk
pretend to be truth while
every word uttered is a hateful lie
you're disposable, a widdle bitty pawn
the big Zionist eye, laughing at the clown
slaughter slaughter slaughter
despicable acts only fools would cheer
a raging racist sits alone while nursing his girly beer
Time Is Irrelevant
The Ghosts of The
Living!
Wander the Earth
Too!
-Gray Squirrel
10-28-2024
Exhaustion sets in
My walls crumble
I’m bursting with sin
Bound to stumble
I can’t stay upright
My knees, locked tight
A royal mess
To my peer’s delight
I plead for a truce
No need to seduce
I’ve given my all
My greatest produce
Manipulative brains
Need not ever strain
To highlight disgrace
And claim you, insane
A sitting duck
What the f***
Given my all
Yet, I’ve been plucked
I’ve been traded
Clearly jaded
Shut down, discarded
My truths sedated
My Irrelevant heart
Has me confused
Just as I start
It’s clear, I’ve been used
when intelligent elephant
eloquent and irrelevant
elegant face from front
came across acoustics
were in latest statistics
critics went ballistics
were many bumble bees
would hum while being in trees
had prepared for big freeze
when tiny target
bill continue to charge it
had to enlarge it
when we played the part
will start heading to WalMart
had sold a poison dart
They are many: No longer Relevant:
Motions you’d better rule irrelevant,
To seek their points to around gallivant;
I won’t read The Written by Oliphant…
“We are not happier than our forefathers”.
Should men stop climbing Today’s ladders?
“Boys more important to parents than Girls!”
Simply, a motion that a boy’s head swells
“Women’s Education for The Kitchen”
Then, ‘Men’s’ for Shoe-Mending and Cloth-Stitching.
“Watching The Telly does more harm than good:”
A point by folks who’d remain where they’d stood!
“The City is better than The Village”:
A quest for migrations we can’t manage!
“Parents should choose their children’s life career:”
In the end, parents “Innocent Barrier”
“Rainy Season better than Dry Season:”
In Africa, crop yield the main reason
“Dry Season better than Rainy Season:”
In Nigeria much worse roads like Prison
“Teacher to be valued above farmer:”
Often time for Drama and poor grammar
The carpet has two sides
The upper surface with patterns
The underside plain
It describes two worlds
The rich and the poor
The dignity and the informality
The solemn and the ordinary
The authority and the civilian
The high reputation and the low reputation
The publicity and no visibility
The difference makes the two extremes
Unroll the carpet red and shining
You're the king or queen of that moment
Rolled up the carpet dull and dusty
You're yourself or a step lower
Why not
Always be a figure that live
In the hearts of people
With or without the carpet
Like God who is the almighty
Of all mankind
Irrelevant of man's origin
Shines
the darkness
in
ghostly hints...
Shine artificial
substances
pretended
to be gold...
Shine
the fake
bleaches
politicians...
Shines
the real shine
of the star...
Shines
the relevance
of the divine
truth...!
So many years spring is breathing in my heart,
as fresh as a child’s smile in an old album.
As the winter comes snow falls all over my body.
I keep them warm and calm under my blanket.
Nobody knows my eyes are dry fountains and
My specs are drifting clouds in a secluded valley.
My footsteps are uneven like a distorted mind.
I have lost my way to find no place called-‘home’.
Like an untamed storm I want to hang with the flow.
The summer’s warmth is never enough for me.
I boil my unspoken emotions without a furnace.
In the autumn the trees shed their leaves and
those fallen leaves softly whispers in my ears .
They tell me their stories, irrelevant like mine.
Was Irrelevant
Might have missed the point that you meant
Because it probably to me was irrelevant,
Or if I feel like problem can be solved
Would it be better if I became involved?
Should relax and gather up all of the facts
Along with eloquent poem that attracts
Over to my way you should start thinking
Up all my poems be eating and drinking.
Nothing is perfect and you may find a glitch
Even if my poems have a poor sales pitch
And when much further down you try to dig
At top were smallest and at bottom are big.
Poems highest up appear to be only superficial
And like a lamb make them all sacrificial
But being bewildered someone soon braves
Storm and reads poems making biggest waves.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Frail and pale, oh! Can't you tell
That I have suffered a botched romance?
With open Heart, invited Hell
Though I assumed a fighting stance
But thus I learned, though I was burned,
(Always I succumb to fascination)
Perspectives glib, my Mind- a sieve!
I mistook Love for Infatuation
Get out of my head
Stop reading this, please listen
What are you doing?
Are you really that intrigued?
Spoiler Alert: Read a book.
Isolation accompanies me within the garret of the ungrateful
A resented window cast sunlight showing filth leisurely suffocate my splendor
Developing rot slowly slivers toward loosened joints of earlier times
Times of Contentment
When I was praised, pleasured, and polished
When children enchantingly traced my design with fascination
When I stood proud, seeing rose tint cheeks spawned of complements based upon me
When sunlight was awaited in displaying perfection
(Daylight fades. The chair awakes of her memoirs, and prepares to pray before she sleeps)
God. May one day I hold the pleasure of being noticed again
Caressed by children, complemented by elders
God, may one day polish bathe this battered frame
Prosperous oaks shown in sunlight once more
God, May one day I’m able to be blessed with tears
Able to cry once a day in attempts to drown myself within irrelevant years
I ejected out, an irrelevant scream
and it let out, no sound
I cried, and find, no tears
and in that puddle of darkness
I searched for my soul, and find my
confession
its was no wanting, but still it fall on deaf ears
and I could not prove my innocents
so I made a mind to bleed out, in prayer what I could not
tell to these who call them self, above me~
for I have been dammed, and so lowly bruised,
that there are unhealed marks, not seen, under my skin~
aka:lyricvixen
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