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The eastern seaboard
Of the United States
As the sisters three
Evil dictates
Population massed
As the floods rise
Lands disappearing
Is the earth in demise
In typical fashion
We fight amongst ourselves
For higher ground
A higher shelf
Woman and children
Allegedly first
Money changes
It's the size of the purse
The frenzy quietens
As the sisters appear
Dressed in death
Many thousands in fear
Families scatter
Trampled under
Human stampede
Bodies asunder
As they slaughter in spree
The government acts
Maybe this time
They will believe the facts
The NORAD Complex
In the Cheyenne Mountain
A solution in discussion
This time, one we can count on
Hidden in it's hangers
Are weapons so great
For these sisters three
Will learn their fate
Around the table
The orders are given
To save our planet
From it's impending midden
Three Kestrel fighters
From a war torn past
Will have on board
A lifeline to cast
On this morning of thought
Our pilots of thee
From our silo's launched
To protect the world from the three
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This belle epoch awakes resemblance
With times of plague in dark-bound books
Allegedly, we’re on dependence
Of history, with all its hooks
I doubt this cliche, however
This comer is a bit too smart
And so it smells he’d stay forever
Being handcrafted from the start
He’s going to mature through the ages
He’d bring the depth in water run
He’ll pass all the required stages
He wouldn’t stop, till work is done
Then may he rest in rich man’s arbour
Where ivy hangs down to the floor
Last glimpse of lighthouse in the harbour
Eroded pier, and ships galore
A guest unwanted, he dissolves
In wee small hours, when the air
Is still at night, while breezing calls
For morning star - and it is there.
Public Convenience
A war ‘nowhere near me’ is a concept that does not exist
an oxymoron so to speak and weep and cry or believe
propaganda for the convenience of denying responsibility
Wars allegedly ‘afar’ is a notion too far removed from the
distortion that you and I do not benefit from the slaughter
as the wealth of some is built on the shoulders of many
who suffer for global greed oil exploitation geopolitical
domination for booming stock markets and neoliberal evil
Call me touchy feely or a pacifist to discredit my knowledge
but my paradigm is one of hard core sober fact that in my
name and without my direct consent rape pillage and plunder
deface the human condition and legalize collateral damage
What a euphemism to ask me to close my eyes in view of
pulverised people atomised ashes and call them not near
Rapacious avarice or conscientious objection to misleading
terms and diminutive are a choice very close to my heart
20th May 2017
Chicago native Emmett Till would no longer be alive
after he was lynched in the state of Mississippi in 1955.
Till was on summer vacation in a village called Money.
It's located in the delta region of the river Mississippi.
The fourteen year old was beaten and shot in the head.
His body was dumped in the Tallahatchie River when he was dead.
Till flirted with a white woman in a grocery store, allegedly.
What really happened there remains a bit of a mystery.
The woman's husband and his half brother were the culpable party.
They were acquitted of all charges by an all-white jury.
Since the Constitution protects citizens against double jeopardy,
the two later admitted their guilt in a magazine's story.
This was one of the most infamous events in our history.
I thank wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem
They had to notify and call it in.
They had to cordon off and begin.
Apparently, he was middle-aged.
Apparently, he was married.
Apparently, he was a father.
Allegedly he had a mistress.
Allegedly he had left his job.
Allegedly he had embezzled.
A gun was found in his mouth.
A hole was found in his head.
A note was found by his side,
by the bed
No one knew what it said,
until it was read
The note was unfolded,
Bloodstained words decoded,
“Who could have known
I would end up in a cheap motel
With a t.v. chained to the wall.
With a nickel plated gun.
With a bottle of dark rum;
just a hell of a thing.
Just one hell of a thing.
Just one hell of a damn thing” It read,
“and me without a clue
alone in a bloody town
called Kalamazoo,”
the note read.
This here is a public service announcement so listen close
I mind my business
walk thru life looking thru my own scope
I'm a believer of ying & Yang
as the ancient philosophers preached
"as above, so it is below"
I vibe high as well as low depending on my mood
so if my energy ain't for you
your presence from mine is what you might wanna excuse
my spirit and my tongue is absolute
so it's a rarity if you see me doing a one eighty
I'm far from obtuse I can't and won't dilute the pure me
trust me you couldn't walk a block in these boots
so here's a 21 gun salute to everybody who didn't make the cut
I wish you nothing but the best
but allegedly this is the fifth dimension
nothing is what it seems so everything is up for discussion
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Space the universal medium, in which everything grows
Where it comes from, is postulation, nobody really knows
Bursting with cosmic energy, has no interaction with light
A fabric interwoven with time, where stars shine so bright
One thing we can be sure of, within space we live our life
Which in turn compels me to deduce, the void came alive
I’m not saying it’s god, too big of a step, not ready to take
Yet I cannot stop musing, sometimes keep myself awake
Creation starts at the infinitesimal, tiny mysterious quarks
Which in turn make up neutrons, giving atoms their sparks
Clumping together to become molecules, gases and solids
Forming shapes in the ether, coalesced nebulae remodels
We’re made of stardust, supernova remnants, I do believe
Making us part of a cosmic balance, perhaps reality’s seeds
Our roots forged in space, allegedly made of nothing at all
An invisible garden is replenished, when ultimately we fall.
But enough of the science, we only scratch about the surface
This poem is about space, trying to explain its very purpose
Well I do have my own theory, about everything on the whole
I believe space is a living entity, holding portals to our souls
We where not given any choice, just simply born, it had to be
Part of an eternal extant life form, some call god or holy trinity
This universe has come to life, through sentience from sparks
And looking skyward I ponder, is it us, underpinning the quarks.
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11/01/2021
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Written by Insediare il Sig Grande Bacca
Love Came Without Warning.
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Attention Board of Ductee's, how you say, ductee' Unlimited Love!
Members of the Gerne Won Community!
of The Lovers and "Giggy Smurf of The Flowerettes"
Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.
carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.
Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.
Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
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Andy allegedly yanked off
Wacky Wendy's wig.
It caused Wendy to screech and scream,
While Andy danced a jig.
Police weren't able to catch him,
But they did locate the wig.
Andy allegedly placed it
On Farmer Fred's pig.
Curvy Carla caused a pile up,
Late one afternoon.
She took a stroll, bikini clad,
And caused some men to swoon.
The men were treated at the scene,
For hyperventilation.
Curvy Carla got a ticket,
For excessive titillation.
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