Long Debacles Poems
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Rigors of weary battle long abated
The haze and smoke linger; the
fallen obfuscated
Ignominiously deposited; in death's
unseemly clutches graded
Gradually emanating from the
debacles' debris taut, ghastly forms
emaciated
Battle's residual fodder on spent
ground masqueraded
With the accoutrement's of nature
and nurture now attenuated
Unrequited carcases posthumously
paraded
Only the malingering sun palls the
hulls now jaded
At dusk, dark shadows girdle the
remnants of slaughter dated
Anon, with the eery sounds of
bewitching night serenaded
Death's awning a patchwork of
gleaming stars cascaded
By bleary, mortal shadows in
quilted tents shaded
Waiting for morn's truce, their valor
with honor to be equated
Always been a big fan of the Radio
TV well my Mum couldn’t careless
Would confess fonder of the caress
Tireless wonder finesse of “the wireless”
Always on ever since I was an embryo
In the Honda & then in the Nissan
Over yonder in gazebo we'd listen
Rejoice ponder familiar voice glisten
Our sonar condor no similar frisson
Views criss-cross across the entire globe
Stations who do news will inspire a probe
Rascals liar lair laid bare debacles disrobe
Swayed stoking stroking amuse every lobe
Kaleidoscopic topic musical made strobe
Dismayed why choose to be a radio-phobe?
Homegrown seeds sown cultural parlophone
Smoothed grooved & moved by that tone
Velvet timbres soothed never ever alone
Over years wistful relationships does hone
Not prone to drone or moan in the zone
Wink don’t think my love is overblown
Hits flits skits fits sits on its media throne
Well this is not my first Marconi rodeo
Tip top drops from all the latest crops
Greatest track stack never stalls stops
Daily diet from the quiet no not paleo
Word play riot foray from the Deejay
Won’t tip toe or be some Pinocchio
Hooray helps me get through the day
Ego glow feels like just for me.. my beau
Know with VPN zen then even when away
What it does bestow.. a hero like Horatio
Which's why I do crow so about the RADIO!
I was born in the odds,
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas,
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath,
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,
A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier,
A race without consent
A badge of calumny,
Shot on the heels like Achilles,
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood,
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence,
Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile,
Childhood stolen,
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords,
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,
I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring,
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it,
A thousand bands of beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.
I was born there, buoyed by troubadour,
Somewhere in Africa,
My right are taken away from me,
Where laws are drafted by criminals,
Where the police pay themselves on the streets,
Where certificate are mere papers with payments,
I was born there ,
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness,
Somewhere in West Africa
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest,
Street boys kills to survive,
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton,
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious
I live there,
Where certificate is a document to escape,
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival,
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics,
bankers riding "Okada",
Amongst drug peddlers,
Amongst cultist,
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.
I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts spaced out
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp
On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends of interpretation
Far away, so far from you, ascended
From the fiery pit below
which awaits my return
Where blazing saddles shame my name
where gross gossip lives and
bloody rumors stain,
Ablaze are the blame games
I dwell in cirrus pillows…
The scoped hemispheric
veils, bands and billows
Musings— using me
I chose to dwell in halo clouds
My mind with no refrains
Nothing to lose nothing to gain
A spirit free from hate
Soley my mind
Opens heaven’s gate
When will Baz..Ben & their men ken..learn
Despite or to spite the "has beens" concern
Trouble to rubble only listen to their bubble
That Bazball trite shi*e they're always right
Be true to thine self.. the cover drive shelf
Lack that knack & gift to swiftly shift back
On pacy racy turfs where the conker surfs
Play it late and don't hit it on the up mate
Wafts of wishing fishing on the 5th stump
Down in the dump chump will then flump
Snag trumped by the ball that did rag jump
Nicked to slip or off the glove it did thump
Rascals debacles and wickets castled slump
Head more pizzazz..razzmattazz did gazump
Smoother purer surer bravura groover jazz
Baz did kowtow to an Aussie..now take a bow
OZ's wizard of the wood blizzard was that good
Y'all we should clearly really call it "TRAV or is that CHAV BALL !
Amidst great ocean of life --- voyaging
I’m blest with the Lord’s granted fellowship
partnership-bliss in faithful stewardship…
Captain is Christ by His love’s engaging.
Along life's trip, I've learned Bible ships’ facts
attesting the Creator’s supreme hand
working by His omnipotent command
assuring sweet peace from evil attacks.
With God’s sovereign design, notable
Noah’s Ark in Genesis does prevail
as Earth’s first ship fulfilling divine sail
to preserve creation, grandly noble.
As a floating zoo against water might
Almighty-propelled vessel was haven
for animals while showers poured from heaven
bound Noah’s family with home’s delight.
One sea-vessel expressed by the Scriptures
showed baby Moses on his gracious trip
handled by the omniscient Father’s grip
the buoyant basket wrought great adventures.
Victorious ship in the Old Testament
surmounted grievous horrible tempest
when Prophet Jonah passed obedience test
admitting guilt for pardon fulfillment.
The greatest was the ship* of Jesus Christ
encountering numerous miracles
with the Saviour calming all debacles
by His truth and guidance, mercy-sufficed.
In this journey toward eternity
sailing with my Captain in reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in His friendship of grace-bounty.
*Mark 5:21 And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
November 7, 2021
4th place, "A Noteworthy Ship" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/11/2021.
Those BazBull bro’s kills what they said they'd save
Chill pill drills ho’s cheap thrills all traditions waive
Rave it's their fave the oldest format what they crave
Pretend that cricket lite ..might a bright future pave
Defend rascals debacles in Oz really was a close shave
Righto was sh*te say goodnight barmy tsunami wave
Did cave in hosts through thick & thin everything gave
So goodbye to the superfly lie cheerio the final wave
All a slave to T20 noble sort of this global sport a knave
Can't stave off woes depraved way they did play.. behave
Smarmy army hell bent heaven sent Tests to their grave
It is perhaps the hurried way I walk,
May be the manner in which I talk,
Or is it the subtle perfume I wear,
That tells a Gynaecologist is near!
When I park my car, head up stairs,
I see patients sat on waiting chairs,
Smiling women with a hope for child,
Seeking from me what nature denied!
Birth of a child is a boon from heaven,
Yet rarely is the fault of these women,
Their husbands blame it all on germs,
When often they are short of sperms!
detailed talk always reveals the truth,
They have been secluded since youth,
they have learnt of babies and stork,
So far there has been no sex talk!
you may think the husbands be wise,
He looks educated, mild and nice,
But he has been to the same school,
He has no idea how to work his tool!
In vitro fertilisation is clinical answer,
Something very easily done by nature,
When they successfully have a baby,
You even have to teach them a lullaby!
Social prejudices, religious shackles,
Is reason for these sorry debacles,
Fear of sex impairs their normal life,
Married, yet he doesn’t know his wife.
Two decades of life as gynaecologist,
Seen more eggs than an ornithologist,
While birds and animals breed so free,
Human breeding needs a medical degree!
They give me flowers, thank you card,
They say my finger tips are like God!
But deep inside I know reason why,
The man is ignorant, the girl is shy!
Date 27/03/2020
Strand poetry contest
Sponsor Brian strand
This Damed Family Man - Sad Commentary
The personal issue asper role
of fatherhood, I did address
in psycho therapy
earlier today, particularly dynamics
between self (birth father),
and eldest daughter
matter of factly confess
sing, how his (mine)
behavior affected her express
lee during her formative years,
and doth readily admit
this papa felt
accurate to second guess
some aspects asper
retrospective interactions less
sunned prospect for healthy
paternal bond, when mess
elf unwittingly allows,
that my being unemployed ness
esse sear really did cause agony,
especially NOT able
to sound im press
sieve, when class
mates naturally, necessarily,
and nonchalantly
inquired asper livelihood
about father, and mother
feeling sorely Tess
Ted most likely painfully
writhing with psycho
logical agony aver
ring, that this dada,
NOR mama didst
NOT work, perhaps cur
sing thy role in begetting her,
(no matter emotional debacles plagued
me entire mein kempf
like a sharp spur
severely disabling thine ability
establishing a solid whir
king track record, plus abhorred,
aggrieved, and appalled
at deplorable, despicable, and
detestable awful
house keeping bald
lee obvious in some instances
children, and family services
(of Norristown, Pennsylvania) called
offering, or rather decreed
that dramatic improvements made
in order for thy house
hold to be freed
the reasonable mandatory checklist
(to avoid compromising welfare
of minors), thus
obligation to heed
proscribed safety measures need
did to be obeyed lest...with light speed
our deux darling heiresses weed
never see again if they
got forcibly taken away
fortunately though
we parents did not delay
following sanctioned
dictates - hooray,
yet subsequent discord
wrought by my cum play
cent risque extra-marital trysts.
Rising from the mightiness of my mind's eye,
Diving through the everglade of my endless thoughts,
Dancing to the tunes of my triumph stories,
She came, My love!, to be by my side.
To pull me out of the misery of this chaotic world,
To sing a lullaby amidst the roars of selfish souls,
To liberate me from the loud moans of insensitivity,
She came, My love! , to give me serenity.
She came, My darling! she came into my lonely world
She spoke, my darling! She spoke the words of love.
She hosted my success parties
She eclipsed my debacles
She gulped the rancour of my loneliness
She spread the light of courage in the darkest hour of menace
She came, My darling! She came to wipe my tears
She sang, My darling! She sang the melody of morning dew.
Meet her, My darling! Greet her in this creamy dream
She is my companion in life's amazing stream.