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Bazball pimps now shrimps on the barbie
So low did stoop scoop of Nincompoop soup
Trumpet the thump it Bazball strumpet crumpet
Bravado of trio with brio plus lardo & avocado
Braggadocio Pinocchio mumbo jumbo gumbo
Bizarre under par no cigar mis-steak tartare
Phony baloney mony mony minestrone
Fish & swish delish dish of death wish Gibberish
Wacky ego from hero to zero tacky shi*show taco
Don’t give a f*ck not once but twice spliced duck
Flame grilled chances spilled one trick pony
Gobbledygook spooked overcooked zabaglione
Slurry in a hurry won’t worry say sorry curry
Baggie green vented spleen terrine
Why would you even risk it brisket
Takes the proverbial herbal verbal biscuit
Ashes hope killer dope quesadilla
Oz supernova it’s already over Dover sole
Lamb to the ripsnorter slaughter
Drole rigmarole goad toad in the hole
Baz puns like Mao’s guns in bao buns
Gory no glory story does bore me Tandoori
Bazball goals down golf holes silly sausage rolls
Canned slices of fanned tanned Barmy army
Starc tsunami lark umami like spiced pastrami
Bavette baguette of bet will forget any regret
Baz & Ben flower pot men smarmy salami
Stumble derails still no humble pie tales
Scallops with dollops of lolloping Codswallop
Bazball boast spit roast with burnt toast trollop
Snipe this tripe is as ripe as our Gripe
Gabbatoir bete noir Pom bomb Dauphinoise
Done like a kipper without Warne’s flipper
Stellar Aussie fella mortadella from the cellar
Hoodwink stink of our skipper.. all cheesy hype
Shocker if this is our Test best.. zest of fu*k fest
In the locker of Davy call in the navy cos Bazball ain’t gravy
Man’s survived quakes of an angry Ma Earth,
Giant tsunamis and floods every age,
Red hot eruptions from under her girth,
And tilts of Poles that cause ice age in rage,
Every doom's day prophecy and death-wish,
Surviving long years caught in jaws of death,
Still, born again, though somewhat in anguish,
And paying dear for his undying faith—
Man mortal in immortal Petri dish,
A deathless soul devising fresher breath
That with each passing beat approaches death,
It’s ye O Death, life gets fresh lease of kiss,
Ye that the soul can a new garment don,
Devine boon that life carries on and on,
It’s ye again that man gets wise, once gone.
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Sonnets | 07.11.2011, revised April 2023|
Poet’s note: Yea, man is not, but life is immortal. Death is a device to ensure this. It is death that man gets wise, sings this sonnet allowing itself one more line.
“Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was,
I’m different now, though not without flaws.
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on,
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn.”
_Line of inquiry
when I look back on my life the first thing I think is
how did I ever survive it . . . did I have a death wish
I had no fear like hitchhiking across Canada alone
wandering Florida for months until I got deported
there were some amazing adventures along the way
I met some amazing and interesting people
and I met up with some shady characters that scared me
I became quite good at taking off without a trace
then, one Christmas I missed my family and went home
mom and dad welcomed me back without questions
it was the best Christmas ever as I was surround with love
I came back changed and stayed to never wander again
over the years I have become very spiritual in my mind
have made an effort to learn about my Ojibiway roots
even went on some vision quests that I love doing sometimes
I found meditation, I found prayer, the Bible, church
and I found that God was waiting for me all I needed to do
was reach out to him, I can feel his love all the time now
my Catholic school upbringing has given me a good base
but I am open to hear about other peoples beliefs
I now understand the teachings that my parents instilled
in me, father taught me about nature and shared quotes
mother taught me about gardening, kindness, and forgiving
and grandma taught me about writing and poetry
it has been a good life, though I have struggled with grief
too much death starting in childhood, losing my own child,
and my husband, then the loss of dad, mom, and grandma
and each cat that became like my babies, my children
but I have arrived at the here and now, and can only imagine
it getting better and better, its an open road, with no
obstacles in my way because I realize that I have the power
to make my future self, the best version of me
...Juanita and max had a poke,
but the next day, when she awoke,
he sat on the edge of the bed,
looking vacantly into space.
Said,”This can be only some fun,
and I can never be ‘the one,’
all that I ever loved lays dead,
and I am not long for this place.”
There was great tension when he spoke,
his voice was just a ragged croak,
the man was a great mass of pain,
more than she’d ever seen before.
She said,”I’m not some dreaming girl,
you’re not the first man in my world,
but if you bring down Malone’s reign,
you can come here if you want more.”
He said,”Best not let me inside,
for when I’m done I plan to die.”
That week he went and tracked down two,
he did not brag, nobody knew
what man was plaguing Malone’s gang,
or how he could be so lethal.
The first man was shot in the chest,
the other three times in the breast,
and the next week a man did hang
with his pistol cylinder full.
And every night Max lay with her,
would leave before Juanita stirred,
weeks passed and more villains fell,
he even killed Malone’s right hand.
Until one evening, in blind rage,
Malone to the bar angrily came,
said,”I’m sending all of you to Hell,
unless you reveal this damn man!”
Max rose and said,”Lt’s go outside,
it’s far time that I make you die.”
Outside went this fate-bonded pair,
timidly folks crept close to stare,
then Max’s gun quickly came free,
from his pistol fire did spit.
The bullet struck Red Maone’s back,
he cried,”You filth! Honor you lack!”
Max said,”You killed my family,
honor has nothing to do with it!”
Red Malone bled out on the ground,
his death seen by all of the town,
Juanita took him to her bed,
she knew well this was their last time.
Come the next day he made to leave,
she said,”Could you not stay with me?”
She stroked her stomach, and she said,
“Could you help raise this child of mine?”
Utter shock came quick to his eyes,
“I-I told you…I want to die…”
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Tribulations of testing times,
when a result of human crimes,
bring only melancholic rhymes.
You just desire to be understood,
when overwhelmed tears begin to flood.
Where there is not one soul to call,
no one can lift you after your fall.
They say home is where the heart resides,
but when there's emptiness from what fate provides,
you realize what you once took for granted,
was in reality, what your spirit wanted.
Now there are hollow walls with silent floors,
empty baby seats and unopened doors.
Winds blowing vacant swings, increasing pain,
distant strayed images driving you insane.
Muddled mind is in a scattered state of confusion,
wondering when there will be an end conclusion.
Like being lost in Labyrinth's maze without a key,
shouting and screaming, but no one hears your plea.
Tired from injustices served from destiny's dish,
life becomes a constant monotonous death wish.
Yet, you don't have the courage to follow through,
because you know their are people relying on you.
What choice do you have, but to thrive and strive,
because there are daily lessons keeping hope alive.
Dreams can be achieved through courage and drive,
in trials your inner strength finds that will to survive.
Silent One
12 October 2020
An example for the will to survive contest
November 2025
Yeah…
I can’t tell if I’m dreamin’ or bleedin’…
Everything feel so deceivin’…
Uh…
I ain’t gon’ fake it — I feel disconnected,
Heart been broke, soul dissected.
Tryna self-medicate, pills in my checklist,
I don’t fear death, I just kinda respect it.
Ten deep in the bottle, feelin’ reckless,
My reflection lookin’ like a death wish.
Demons on the line, yeah, they leave me messages,
Sayin’ “you’ll never win,” and I almost accepted it.
Floatin’ through the void, can’t find my senses,
Every high I chase turn into trenches.
Said it’s for the pain, but it just extends it,
Can’t tell if I’m alive or suspended…
And I been sinkin’ in my shadow therapy,
Voices talkin’ back, they won’t let me breathe.
Angels fallin’ down, demons next to me,
They don’t want peace — they just envy me.
Yeah, yeah… (envy me)
They just envy me…
Time slippin’ — I can’t find direction,
God on mute, no connection.
Legends die young, yeah, that’s the lesson,
Maybe I’m next, guess that’s the question.
My nephew’s fightin’, the world don’t listen,
My girl starvin’ for control and attention.
Everybody losin’ their own reflection,
I just hope mine finds redemption.
I been talkin’ to the dark, it’s persuasive,
Said “come take a walk,” I was evasive.
Now I see my pain in faces,
Hallucinations — I can’t erase it.
Shadow therapy, it’s my melody,
I been drownin’ slow in my memories.
They say pray, but I lost my faith in me,
I’m too far gone for a remedy.
Yeah… I been talkin’ to my sins again,
They the only ones who listenin’…
Every pill just a synonym…
For the pain I’ve been livin’ in…
Today I seek the sun,
it's gentle painless play-
words of winter warmth
spur me on my way,
away from death wish,
daily things gone wrong.
Today I seek the sky -
empyreal blue bowl
that stretches thoughts so high
above an endless flow
of clouds caught carrying
this season's rain and snow.
Today I seek the earth-
created solid, oh so sure!
each grain linked to birth,
to death, to my clay feet
ferrying everywhere
life's sublime design.
Today, I seek the sight
of eagles and their wings-
let insight be given free flight,
not as instinct, but free will,
And still find a resting place
in conscience, human limits.
Today, I seek wild ways
of nature, just out of grasp.
Human natured though I am,
God's finger binds mind- heart in clasps-
flesh and blood married
to spirit's inclination.
Today I seek creation -
space, earth, created ploys
designed to bring me back on course -
marvellous designer toys -
The Almighty's mind in miniature
creates in me a purpose.
Today I see my self
earthbound, then soaring -
albatross escaping safe
from earth's dust bowl arena,
from humanity's wild roaring
freed, to search for peaceful dreams.
Today, I seek tomorrow -
a hope beheld, faith's make-me-believe
as bone producing marrow
makes vital force live by my blood,
so heart-man, blindly pumping,
can try transcend the dust of death.
Today I sought my self,
living soul, dying past -
yesterdays given up
form mortal man's newfound mast
supporting eager search for truth.
And then I'll live - at last!
23/12/2019. Repost.
Notes: Soul: a human being - "SOS=Save Our Souls." "Old King Cole was a merry old soul..."
"Strong souls live like fire-hearted Sun's, to spend their strength in further striving
action." - George Eliot.
"Soul" ="Self" = The person considered as a unique indvisual.
"The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom.Like a
laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell
of the neurotic. Anais Nin.
"Soul Search" = anxious self analysis regarding one's beliefs, motives, moral
qualities, etc.
THE BATTLE OF THERMOPYLAE - A SPARTAN DEATH WISH - 480 BC
300 Spartans or hoplites , the truly heroic
The loyal and totally patriotic,
Were ordered to fight to the death,
And To their very last breathe!
King Leonidas had to stop the Persian
Army and King Xerxes from capitulating
Athens, but these 300 strong
Were hopelessly outmatched, so wrong.
In addition, a traitor was lurking around,
Ephialtes knew he could find common ground
With Persia’s King Xerxes, Ephialtes wanted money
King Xerxes a conclusive win, a thought that wasn’t sunny!
Ephialtes, a Judas, told the Persians about the pass
To go around the mountain and surprise
The Greeks from the back.
Ephalites led them for he had the knack!
King Xerxes sent his 10000 “immortals” on this mission,
Xerxes himself put this mission into commission!
Puzzling however, is that King Leonidas knew,
The Persians were coming, yet ordered the hoplites to stay,
And the supporting army to go away,
Was this a deliberate act of self sacrifice, for an oracle
Appeared, which confirmed that should King Leonidas die,
And his honest, loyal soul soar to the sky,
Sparta would not be destroyed, and another interpretation
Was that King Leonidas wanted to give them time to escape,
Which they did. The 300 Spartans left fought
Bravely until each one dropped and they became naught!
And what happened to our notorious,
Traitor, Ephialtes – in Greek his name
Means nightmare,
Welcome nowhere, surely that’s fair!
The Battle of Thermopylae, the bravery of King Leonidas
Together with his 300, brave, strong and determined
Hoplites have contributed to a beautiful and rich history,
But the mystery
Remains, why did they choose to stay and die, instead of
Getting up to leave,
Abandoning families that would surely grieve.
The battle of Thermopylae took place in August 480 BC,
A great historical era, to which only the Spartans had the key!
It had been foolhardy maybe as it did finish a tad tardy..
To watch the latest greatest nighttime cricketing mystery
Seriously sublime Darryl Mitchell in his delirious prime..
The bells chime the Kiwi men again with zen made history
Strolling even with New Zealand’s second string attack bowling..
Kohli & Co hellbent T20 slaves sent to their graves by the knaves..
By the underdog faves and endless waves of Black Caps rolling..
So you could say after this hooray foray that the Indian takeaway
The hosts death wish now the swish go to dish for a Black Cap fan…
Crow for the 2nd year in a row them dicey and us just too spicy!
Quips about bananas nadir and to South D an ironic cheer or sneer
After dafter no rigour or vigour self fulfilling prophecy of Baz Bull…
Hard not to sni*ger egos not heroes falter at bigger the lie high altar…
The reason the unjust willy nilly silly treason of Baz Bull lust in season
Elephant in the room must be the trigger for Ashes to Ashes..Dust to Dust…
Dank England tanks..stank were rank thanks to Kiwi yippee phalanx nirvanas
Fillips of Indian trips hall of fame names in a jumble stumble thrown in skips
We mumble Kiwis humble not one for boasts but everyone toasts the hosts
Getting spanked as the pressure cranked were outflanked by Mitchell & Phillips..
I guess the means to be mean turn a being cold as ice
the unseeing witnesses see the unseen or be sacrificed
as wealth brings you power only over those who are poorer in life
it stands and it towers but stays weak to the powers at towering heights
to whom wealth is a game whereas power they claim is a God given right
one acquired by knowledge not for good or for horrid but the unseeing eye
through a web they all weave welcoming wealth believed to be a similar type
who operate in their circles without power to purchase true positions of might
just wealth to be servants in view on the surface if suspicions arise
preserve the integrity of the powerful entities kept out of clear sight
trusted with the access that comes with a death wish such power provides
wealth which knows power only brings about power of a powerless plight
when secrets you keep to blackmail or to leak will exploit all that they hides
when your enemies can do as they please overpowering your fight
so you’ll be like Epstein before you come clean they’ll turn out your light
when knowledge of the powerful threatens the powerful, you’ve no power nor life
thinking you live with an insight to give is a grave oversight