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The momentum of the large-headed human ego....
has finally put mankind over the brink.
There's no coming back. No Tiffany in this filthy sink.
The clock says 1 second 'til midnight.
The earthworms have shed their glass slippers.
Soon they'll be sliding underground...
Their prince will not follow.
They've been tunneling and stockpiling for decades.
Food- ammunition-water.
The {numerators} elite and their loved ones
have their inner mountain retreat...
On a smaller scale, the (denominators) have followed their lead.
The remainders/the remains/: the poor who couldn't afford to stockpile
and those that could afford to but were too stubborn to listen.
Will be left scrambling above
banding and disbanding
willy-nilly
whatever the moment dictates
frantic
scrounging for rat meat
and toilet paper
during a nuclear winter
666 miles of social distancing,
Fondly remembering when it was only 6 feet
putting balm to nuclear skin
covering open wounds with papyrus.
They'll forge an eleventh commandment
then just as quickly break it.
With mankind's flesh between their teeth
they'll be begging to a God
who finally got sick of it all
and stopped listening-
Billy McWhiffy
Billy McWhiffy needed to fart
But there was a lady pushing a cart
Once she’d passed by and he thought he might bust
He readied himself for an almighty gust
But his belly was swollen with gas he’d amassed
And if he let rip, whole towns might be gassed
But he had to let go though he feared for his heart
And worried that farting might tear him apart
So Billy decided he shouldn’t eat beans
As he put rubber bands round the legs of his jeans
He reckoned that this was a wise thing to do
For if he let rip he would probably poo
But banding his jeans meant he had to bend down
And a fart thundered out with an explosive sound
It spattered the horse and the bulletproof vest
Of a mounted policeman who made the arrest
So Billy McWhiffy was slung in the clink
And prisoners gagged at the ungodly stink
And Billy’s new cell-mate started to yell
When putrid brown liquid sploshed all round the cell
The warden rushed in with a whopping great cork
But the ground was so splattered he struggle to walk
The cork had been pulled from a bottle of wine
But it plugged Billy’s butt and it fitted just fine
So Billy McWhiffy kept it inside
‘I’ll never blow raspberries again’
He lied
When up for parole and release was denied
Well, then he let rip... blew the gates open wide
So Billy McWhiffy went on the run
Becoming a legend for using no gun
He’d smother his victims and when he was done
He’d simply say ‘Get out of that one, my son’
Some folks have a stone, a stone for a soul,
A stone for a soul in their mind,
And when they search for their emotional truth
Cold stone is all that they find.
Cold walls, black walls, walls empty of life
Walls void of feelings of hope
These folks use stone walls to hurt, to upset,
They use these stone walls to cope.
And they cope by demanding, taking from others,
Material, time, fun, true wealth,
By raising their voice, and throwing a tantrum
Destroying people’s good, their health.
But there is a solution, a cure for stone that
Turns stone to a get up and go.
And that’s by everyone banding together and
To collectively simply say “No”.
Trees with their tall reach
And with lofty wisdom teach:
Band in brotherhood,
But what do men learn?
Greed, gather, gain— more to earn,
Needless thence to brood!
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Happenings |13.06.2021|Musings
Poet’s note: If the trees of green dense woods have one thing to teach, it is cooperation and banding together in brotherhood as they themselves seem to do. Yet, what has mankind so far learnt? Not but rat race of competition, come-uppance and destroying the very earth that sustains life. This is why the action plan to reverse global warming is not gathering steam the way it should.
FANTASTIC FOUR
Earth's Super Hero team !
Cream of intellect, power, might and competence.
Hence the members to bring
Mr. Fantastic, Invisible Woman, Human Torch and the Thing !
Mr. Fantastic Ree Richards holding extra tact
to stretch, expand, condense and compact
ultra-thin, ultra- dense, what seems exact,
marvels in cosmic powers.
Susan Storm, the invisible woman
to defeat any mortal character in Universe.
One of the greatest assassin holding potential strength
manipulating invisible force fields.
Human Torch Johnny Storm is an Android, weakest of FF.
capable to surround himself by fire and flames.
Embowered in fiery plasma but his flames not that hot
countered with thunder cap, freeze breath.
Benjamin Jacob known as The Thing turned super strong rock like monster
withstanding extreme temperatures and explosive bombardment
and surviving, being mutated by cosmic radiation,
yet owning a Golden Heart and supreme intelligence.
The FF team work on the theme, defending world
against perilous threats, always banding together.
Avengers FF formed fantastic family with friendly ties
Ree Richards and Sue Storm are husband -wife.
Sue and Johnny are brother and sister
Reed and Benjamin are long time friends till end.
We fight boarders, even among ourselves we kill
Our struggle for life, we defend our decision
Wave of Crime, saturation of hatred one heart lead
Trust,as if a friend a stab of the enemy
Those who hate, can't stand what you are
Can't stand as one in Unite that even blood flows
Families, friend or foe it's a one for all
Who is it that cares except yourself for I
Only one of many nations, skin color of racism
Banding together in protest even chaos erupts
Those of different view aim to destroy
Wave of Crime, bombs and bullets shell the air
Bodies lay blood splatter even innocent dies
What are we as a world that these days come?
All we claim to be while things go ignore
Constitution of being right, now wrong they kneel
A generation of greed and deception portrays
Just to speak truth you hurt a feeling they cry
What is the world except the heart we lose
Wave of Crime, devastating our own existence
A new beginning they scream for freedom
To be free, one knows not the day of past
As mankind controls, sinful ways our heads turn
War of Worlds, mine verses yours the battle
Good and bad, many dying in vain
Wave of Crime,where souls see the darkness
There are pearly white flowers
that delicately sway
mimicking tiny dancing butterflies
within the lacy shrubs sector
breeze blown away
blooms of heaven-sent nectar
an attraction, an invitation
A meadow brown butterfly swarms to
its empowering rich white petals
resting, buckled, uncoiled tongue, sucking
scaled wings clasped, it settles
stupefied by scents, it feeds
bewildered by sugary sucrose
ideal prey for a spider’s capture
in its ampullate silk orb web
sticky droplets woven to ensnare
Asclepias incarnata, magnets for pollinators
Ice-ballet swamp milkweeds
amongst igneous rocks banding from foliation
rocks formed from cooled magma
gravy tones, an obsidian correlation
where white flowers string
In a momentums gain,
a brown butterfly takes wing
UPON THE WILLOW TREES
THE LIGHT BENDED TO SHINE
IT CAUSED THE NIGHT TO BE
ILLUMINATED BY WHATS SPEAKS OF KIND
IT SHIMMERED IN IT'S OBULANCE
AND SPOOKED AH-MANY MEN
THEY DRANK IN THE DIMMEST
BEFORE THE MORNING WOULD BEGAN
SOPHISTICATED THEY FOUND US
AS WE WERE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
THE PRECIOUS NEED FOR LOVE
WE HELD EACH OTHER TIGHT
THEY SAW NOT OUR SECRET THINGS
AS WE STOOD REAL CLOSE
DEVOTED IN OUR LOVE MAKING SCHEME
WE LOVED EACH OTHER MOST
CONGRUENT IN OUR BANDING
WE WERE HARMONY IN PERFECT TUNE
THE EVENINGS OF FALL
THE CRISP CHILLY WIND
WE'LL MARRY BENEATH A HARVEST MOON
Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk
On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise
Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed
Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles
They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field
They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel
The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding
To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led
The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape
sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19
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I’m dining with my cousin Giles
Who disclosed he’d terrible piles
He’s wriggly and twitchy
Cos his butt’s so itchy
His visage is sad, there’s no smiles
He’d tried using soft margarine
This process had just made him scream
So he did not linger
With his index finger
But Anusol worked like a dream
I said it was my understanding
That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid banding
But if he has it done
Sitting down he may shun
On this subject I won’t be expanding!
Next time I saw my Cousin Giles
They’d successfully removed his piles
So he can sit down
No trace of a frown
And Giles is chock full of smiles
10/09/21