Long Debacles Poems

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Civil War Battlefield: Cry of the Fallen

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
war
Form: Monorhyme


Why I will always love the Radio



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!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I was born there

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.

Premium Member I Dwell In Halo Clouds


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
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Feckless and Reckless

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 !
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Bible Sea Worthy Vessels

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.

BazBull killed Test Cricket


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
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Life of a Gynaecologist

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
Form: Rhyme

This Damed Family Man - Sad Commentary

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.

My Pal Ms Poetry

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.
Form: Rhyme

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