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We had cried to the scorching sun
An expression of youthful forlorn
An orchestration to air our needs
Peaceful but firm were our deeds
Alas! the heralds of her arrival
Our mother ! A hope beclouding hopelessness
Together we scrambled around her entourage
Like wailing babes in need of a mother's massage
But our mama had renamed herself as barren
And turned deaf to the cries of her expectant children
We craved a rescue from our partial darkness
Only to be graced with permanent blackness
Our only crime was the belief in democracy
A misapprehension! A mirage ! A meticulous mockery !
Shots of bullets against our unarmed bodies
Battered,bruised and yet rebirthed as hoodlums
For where is the future of this shambolic nation
If the leaders of tomorrow are perishing today?
When shall justice be not portrayed as auction
Haggled and bought by only the highest pay?
By:Elizabeth O Adams
Lizdiamond world of poetry
(Apropos of Hughes’s Proverbial Question)
What happens when rotten strange fruit…
Hanging from trees of auction block wood
Become stinking pieces of black flesh…dried blood
Putrefying in murderous streets…?
When crystallized tears of remorse…Laden and loaded
With explosive grief…flow down weary faces
Wrinkled by time’s trials, tribulations…treacherousness—
And neglect of freedom, justice and equality
All become like inconsequential sunned raisins and festering sores…?
When visions of deferred dreams become blurred realities—
Fogged by the steam of volcanic anger—Pray tell…What happens?
Pray tell…What happens? And then what?—Pray tell!
Some call him lazy and his wife calls him a jerk.
His wife is very angry because he will not work.
He won't get a job even though he's an able-bodied man.
Her husband refuses to get a job even though he can.
His wife is getting sick and tired of having to support him and their four kids.
She'd like to auction him off on ebay and she doesn't care how low people would bid.
He says that he can't work even though he has no disability.
His wife would get a divorce but she'd have to pay alimony.
She struggles to support her family and doesn't know where to turn.
An extra paycheck would come in handy but the bum will never learn.
He likes to sit on his ass and watch TV all day long while drinking his beer.
If the slob could be paid for that, he would earn a million bucks every year.
When everything is said and done,
His wife is looking to buy a shotgun.
When he continues to refuse to get a job, his wife does not know what to do.
If you're a woman who will take him off her hands, she will be indebted to you.
My beloved wife
It was the crows calling that gave the final warning on this mid October morning.
Just as the mist began falling upon the hills in a strange manner that was almost unnerving.
This morn shall be my final calling as my soul begins souring high above the clouds on this mid October morning.
Signalled by the single rose placed upon my coffin.
Not a healthy rose but one that's wilting, It's red petals fading and it's leaves browning.
It was placed upon my coffin by a loan woman who stands morning on this bitter October morning.
She turns towards home and begins walking, towards my old manor house that now stands rotting.
She passes the spot in the garden where she hid the knife the other morning, just before the police came calling.
Alerted by the chamber maid screaming upon discovering by body laying bleeding.
Murder was the diagnosis, probably by a burglar was the prognosis.
The window was broken and my jewellery was stolen.
They didn't bother to ask about the missing kitchen knife, it was all falling into place for my dearly beloved wife.
As she approached she questions what she saw, large boards placed upon the entrance door.
Upon the door a sign held by a single rusty nail, it read this property is now for sale.
Due to deceased occupants an auction will now take place, in gods grace she calls out from behind her veil of lace.
This can't be true, I felt the morning dew seep through into my newly bought shoe, she pauses for breath as she begins to think things through.
Now the truth begins dawning that it was her soul and not her body that left the hill this morning.
We are now two souls exploring, one up and one down on this bitter October morning.
What makes us feel like heaven on this earth?
The answer is chocolates; nothing else can match its worth.
Be it a child or an adult or else a middle-aged person.
All will stand up for chocolates in case we keep an auction.
We all have a favourite list but chocolates are always common in it.
They are equivalent to a movie which is an all time hit.
For mothers it can be the easiest way to black mail their kids.
Difficult and easy it can be at times to understand what they actually need.
They are not healthy we all know, but it’s impossible to resist the temptation.
The feeling of satisfaction it gives can match up no other action.
There are the simplest way to welcome someone.
Because when gifted to anyone they are sure to have fun.
Gulp in a bite of chocolate whenever you are annoyed.
You will feel all your worries are momentarily destroyed.
In the auction of damnation
They sell souls of the damned,
Those who plummet from the summit
On the auction block will land.
If hell is where you’re heading
Prepare for being bought,
But if you desire being buyer
Then this tale is worth your thoughts.
A demon of high status
Dained to bid upon a soul,
Paddle raised with steady gaze
And thus his prize was doled.
In all of the excitement
And contracts being signed
The highest bidder forgot to consider
Just what soul he’d been assigned.
He’d wanted slave or stallion
Mascot, food or pet,
But instead the undead demon
Got a lesson he won’t forget.
You see our sweet souled sinner
Was of the different sort,
The misbegotten he had gotten
Was a friend of heaven’s court.
The dead the demon bid on
Was of the feline kind
Throughout her time, lives being nine
Hell and heaven both housed her mind.
Despite being a menace
As are most cats for sure,
The angels all dangled
Like puppets for her.
When calamity fell her
At the ripe life of nine,
Her final rest was contested
As both sides yelled: “Mine!”
Thus began a court battle
Like had never been seen,
Since Hades was swayed he
Let Eurydice leave.
The demon seemed winner
With contract in hand,
But the religious are litigious
And refused to aband.
The proceedings took hours
And then weeks and months,
The jury’s eyes grew blurry
And they wished to have lunch.
At the point of a standstill
Old Solomon spoke,
Just like the torn newborn
This cat’s owned by both.
Instead of reaching for saw
The argument quelled
The feline roamed freely
Between heaven and hell.
A K-8 school, J.S. Waters, was roundly chastised today
Its students held a 'mock' slave auction
This happened in March, in North Carolina, in the year 2022
White students sold black students as slaves, and used the n-word too
One boy went for $350, later he was clubbed with a baseball bat
So, if you roll your eyes over 'Racism?' --in the USA?
~ You ought to think long and hard about that
Fire the principal, the teachers involved, expel the white participants too
Throw the book at the adults, and at those white kids too
Make an example of these horrid beasts, so this NEVER happens again...
We dare not wonder why Civil War wounds have yet to mend
Property
Should an inmate of operations in correction be elected post haste to representative of delegation proceed as resignation is declared prior, and during trials of law
Military justice is also the same.
What say you on your auction
Assemblyman Irwin?
You will say post haste
As now you are a draft
Not being able bodied and male of remarkable age and criteria the auction
Continues
To degrade not grade an otherwise statement
of use to liberty for we have found a new war we have not the ability to create against
As we remain shackle we will not allow further questions.
We have been defeated
#asmirwin #mayorofla #cagovernor #realdonaldtrump #tonybiasotti #aoc #elizabethwarren #berniesanders #nytimes #bbcnews
She sits behind her pretty white fence,
with the custom bird house perched high,
so every neighbor can hate it.
She remembers the auction where she outbid
the last bidder by fifty dollars
just to bathe in the look of defeat of someone
who coveted the same prize.
" How dare she bid against me", she thought,
"Sure showed her".
Now hoisting her reward in the yard,
not so much for the birds,
but as a symbol of victory.
" I am Invincible", she muses as she stands,
presenting her conquest like Vanna White,
displaying the last letter.
Such a store bought smile breaks,
from ear to ear over a vanity not even
cherished.
Just as quickly she disappears in her castle,
to ponder what other trophies to attain.
Another day behind her now,
and the birds go hungry once again.
If you need someone
I also needed one.
I felt then! Now you feel more of what I did.
Opt for me - like your coffee in the morning(7am)
Give a price while am princely priceless
your attention got an auction I can only make assumptions
Yeah, it's a long shot(9:27am)
We just met probably not at the junction
We might not stop there after a long walk(9:59am)
Since you like long talks.
You're right we are just new folks
Nothing else like the utensils on the plate, just forks
At the Basecamp here in Brussels
It's gonna be live on rocks.
On 0'clock we thick and ding-dong(12:00pm)
Yeah your eyes cant get off mine still tick-tocking
I kept on muttering the monosyllables "she()hot"
..............................Woke up and and like a bird "she()gone"