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Another head hangs low,
Open up your eyes,
Nothing left to show,
In for a surprise.
Brainwash subliminal,
Far too criminal,
What to do when it all goes bang?
Safe to say the fat lady sang.
Free peoples unite,
The time has come to fight,
World leaders in cahoots,
Lost meanings of salutes.
Boiling in to a revolution,
Seems to me the only solution.
Creative arts lost their purpose,
Look far beneath the surface.
People flocking to normality,
What happened to individuality?
Freedom to think doth still remain,
Ability to question we must retain.
Lessons of the past slowly erased,
Rights and freedoms slowly defaced.
Today is only the past of tomorrow,
Don't let our futures turn to sorrow.
Picket chitter chatter about posh pitter patter at Henley Regatta scoff for that matter at the natter which does flatter SW19 scene & don't give a jot about that lot at Ascot..the big ticket for the English toff summer is a visit to the home of cricket..
Old father time’s hold over his many wards
Mystery of the history hoards told marauds
Nooks & crannies mould books of records
Symphony scored sold on adored chords
Famed for the gold framed named boards
As teams and bold dreams cross swords
Peruse the queues that start before 8
Members remember the embers of fate
Quest for best seating you can’t be late
Bleating a fleeting greeting at Grace gate
Blazer with crest for their guest do wait
Dearly nearly yearly meeting with a mate
Linen suits competing cahoots see a spate
Die hard scorecard scribe should venerate
Suss a them & us tribe vibe does permeate
Josh subscribe to a golly gosh folly & fete
Farce awash with fuss cloche on nosh trait
VIP pass posh wally with off his trolley gait
Bollinger harbinger scoff do quaff a crate
Just ar*e twee look at me upper class date
Holler that working class squalor will irritate
Elite no blue collar street scholar reprobate
Bacon & eggs hues repeating Test portrait
Prices vastly soared stop ghastly hordes
Boxes chock a block with corporate frauds
No fan roared everyone…politely applauds
Panamas, trilbys or fedora do doff towards
Caveats for toff twa*s cravats Lords awards
Our fancy dress is outlawed caused discords
Sneer at beer from kegs cheer more Landlords
No dregs shaggy hair diadoras & baggy cords
Begs no diaspora from poorer smorgasbords
A ticket to the home of cricket though affords
The chance to roam and to reap rare rewards
Champers is poured toasting the scoreboards
Stored hampers explored boasting the accords
Hosting encores bar detours welcome to Lords
I have no cell phone
I have no cable TV
How then is the Whitehouse?
Listening in on me?
Well Obama is in my shower
His singing well its getting louder
I think he’s spying on me
Or maybe Michelle’s around the corner
Now Obama has a great singing voice
He sings for the people
Trump evicts them, when lacking any rights
Fascists sure know are to make fake plights
Obama he is listening in
Nice that a president listens to his people
Trump should get out from under the steeple
His golden toilet is not from America
His Russian roots, and his senile boots
Do I have to say with who he is in cahoots’?
Fascists marching down the streets
Thank god they too are not in my shower
That would be the true abuse of Power
Kansas is the home of the tornado and the deer
I did not fully appreciate this until I moved here
I see them in my yard bashing my bird feeders round
When they break, the deer lick the feed off the ground.
Raccoon mamas come to my porch at night.
Their babies stay just slightly out of my sight.
The Raccoon mamas fight over cat food on the ground.
I sit and watch, and laugh, as they slap each other around.
I live next to a marsh, where boxed turtles live in droves.
They come up in the spring, and hide amid my bushes, rose.
I learned my lesson well, picking up one to help it go back.
He tried to snap my fingers off as I tried to help it track.
Fox is rare, but I have seen her white tail disappear into brush.
There are opossums all over this place, never in a rush.
Cardinals, blue jays, robins, and wrens appear at my feeders.
Eagles overhead, show me they are the sky leaders.
So Kansas is not all tornadoes, as I used to think before
I bought my woods, and began to see these animals I adore.
A bobcat once I did see here in the early morning dawn.
It ran like a dog, was silent, and ran straight for a fawn.
The deer are fast, and can out jump any kind of fence.
So I was not worried, and I have not seen that bobcat since.
Snakes? Oh, goodness yes, I have taken them from cat’s mouth.
Baby ones, not poisonous, is that one heading south?
I feel eyes peering and peeking at me every single day.
I live in a house surrounded by deep woods of oak, very gray.
Frogs? Yes. Toads? Absolutely. Skinks too, looking like newts.
The Kansas Wildlife seems to interact. always in cahoots.
Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
I came to reside in a charming town,
Where golden shores and azure horizons abound.
A tropical heaven of palms that sway,
Gracing the beaches in a fascinating way.
A surfer’s dream, a meditator’s bliss
Sights to enchant and many moments to relish.
Active and keen with walkers and joggers
And some showing off their lively canine partners.
Diverse cultures socialize and flourish,
Many bookstores for curious minds to cherish.
Art galleries and markets for farmers,
Wide opportunities for artists and bakers.
Vibrant people with laid-back attitudes,
Where foliage and heritage are in cahoots
Its ambiance and vibes nourish my soul,
For the time being, I'm enjoying it as home.
In humans narcissity, indifferent continually partly?
Caring effacing cursing raving
In-continuity..' Maybe? Am I trite?
Light entertainment;T V trials expose's
Speak of sensuality, tease by promiscuity
In a questionable proximity a proxy place
An invisible divide.. Presides rabidity
This is a worn; worm eaten valuless society
That only wants the best for me for you 'so true'
A mark a chip broken mugs, cheer for the
Equality, women fighting like men, tattoss are
A freedom sign? Like the dark aged picts did
Twee do now.' 'meow meow' only the best we celebrate
Till they are unmasked, by the ones so tasked
They are dragged to the courts, where they find
Co-horts; in cahoots with the nobility of sleaze above the judicary
How can they jail these.?
One thing seperates them
Unproven acts, un-found out facts
Without a shadow of doubt.'
Time has the truest shoutout.'
They’re taking down that blasted name – Hurrah, hurrah!
That only J.F.K. should claim – Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let’s hear it for that gutsy judge
To order removal of that smudge.
Maybe things will start to crumble and crack,
Helping life to go back…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
We’d need ten billion ants to march – Hurrah, hurrah!
To scale that planned horrendous arch – Hurrah, hurrah!
The public hates it; so do I
And even Abe Lincoln is heaving a sigh.
Maybe Dems will block it.
We do not need such a sham to proceed…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
And next the ballroom should be stopped – Hurrah, hurrah!
The funding from the Feds has flopped – Hurrah, hurrah!
The private donors, in cahoots,
Will chip in as they lick his boots
And the gilt will glisten,
Losing us class when the guests will amass…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
The bottom line is we are stuck – Hurrah, hurrah!
With a person in charge who’s run amok – Hurrah, hurrah!
And my fingers are crossed that his would-be crown
Will, along with his name, soon be taken down
And we’ll march and cheer and
Fill every street to applaud his defeat…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
Written on April 13th 2025 for Sara Jama's Prompt The Cold Embrace of Death
Reverberated within the empty chambers of my soul,
As I soak my skin in a clawfoot tub, drowning in my sorrows.
Daring the waves to wash me away,
I lay barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of Merlot.
Dismembered voices and I shared a night of haunting memories,
As suppressed trauma resurfaces,
My life flashes before my very eye,
Murmurs of a soft lament of what could have been.
At that moment, I was drunk with clarity,
As I swashed the bottle swirling, a whirlpool of emotions.
The red-stained taste of tomorrow’s regret coated my lips;
In this state and plane of existence, my ghosts and I find solace
In our shared suffering.
I ask the Lord for respite from the unyielding ache
Of unrequited love,
Lying in stillness, for I am but a cast of your shadow,
Like a wilting deadly nightshade.
Breathless without rays of love to quell me,
Forgotten upon a dusty shelf,
Hexed by Eros’s wayward lovelorn arrow,
Left to wander this plain perplexed.
Pondering if you were both in cahoots,
All the while, the unbearable ache of my burgundy beating chambers
Spills into the tub.
Then slowly,
I sip,
I drip,
I slip,
Into,
The cold embrace of death.
Any good judge and jury would convict me
Slam the door shut, toss out the key
High crimes and misdemeanors in the first degree
Caught in cahoots with poetry
Armed with pen and paper in hand
Stealing from me all that I have
Until my muse says there's nothing left
Empty's the till inside my pounding head
I'll sing like a stool pigeon in the hot seat
In a police line up I'll point out the poetry
Say that's the one that did this to me
The one with the sly smile and rhyme in his teeth
I'll throw myself on the mercy of the court
Plead insanity as I cackle and cough
To tell the truth if you only knew
That last statement is not too far off