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Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...
and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling, lobbing, and spewing lava
against backdrop of his trumpeting vitriolic
political preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation tomb mike -
(make) pence sieve lee clear,
the immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans incendiary fold
drawl (folderol) feigning migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting older than Methuselah),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
adorned, donned with (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent - bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
to flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will laughably petrify
any vigilantes dead cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
gobbledygook communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how I plan to hold
world web electronically hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark wide whirled web
cryptocurrency bitcoin blockchain trolled
under auspices, sans
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten free CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily monitoring
meant to fortify electronic threads
woven into a virtual tapestry
likened to Dickensian chain e-mail
intent to foment pandemonium
at expense to captcha totalitarianism,
whereby democracy imperiled.
From the Elephant's diary
You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet of sugarcane juice,
lush green grass n' tons of bamboos
Mammoth was my forefather not anymore seen
Now I know being gigantic is in my genes
Instructor at the gym shooed me away
for I broke his treadmill with my single step I say
We love to have our bath in nature's pool
We dabble water with our trunk till we are all cool
A relaxing shower for all friends after hectic schedule!
In our forest club, trophy for best music band,
we won last week for our trumpet troupe!
Large is our family my Jumbo uncle says,
Old and wise he is in our tuskers' herd
He says our eyes are small, to see
only little good left in this big bad world
And our ears are large to fan away
the gossips and bad we hear
Thick skin we do have so called pachyderms
to shrug off the hurling vices of the woods
but we have a large heart to spread
loads of love to all species widespread
In history, we have a place reserved
for in wars and royal processions,
we were used as pride symbols he says
Revered animals we are since eons.....
In country called India, heritage animal we are
and even worshipped in religious places he says!
Huge boulders or logs ,mankind used us for transport
We even entertain them in zoos and circus
But he regrets that we are poached, killed by men
to pull out pair of our incisors called tusks
who polish to make precious ivory to earn bucks
So useful and harmless friends to humans we are
I asked my uncle why so cruel the men are?
He said men show their power
of being Nature's superior creature
we elephant folk are helpless giants
We can do nothing but to pray that
we be valued for our selfless services and
be saved from going extinct from this world!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: Giant animals
Sponsored by: D.Nathan
Date: 2nd September 2015
Dr Doom: Well Reed, we meet again, and excuse me for putting your dear ex to sleep, or she'd use her powers to conjure that defense shield that would make capturing the "Eccentric Four" a bit more tiresome.
Mr. Fantastic: Well, Doom...
Dr Doom: I'm a doctor! The only real doctor around here.
Mr. Fantastic: Oh, quite right. Your four years report card, hmm?
Dr Doom: Are you forgetting where you're at? We are not in a classroom listening to some old fool babbling on and on and...
The Human Torch: Oh, you mean like what you are doing now old man, or is it, old fool!
Dr Doom: You smudgy little butane you!
The Human Torch: If you hurt my sister, I'll... oh sis you're up, are you ok?
The Invisible Woman: Just a bit woozy, but I'll be fine Johnny.
Dr Doom: You'll do what!
The Human Torch: Huh?
Dr Doom: You said that if I hurt your sister, you'll do ... well, what, what were you going to do?
The Thing: Well, if he doesn't do it, then I will!
Dr Doom: Will what! I'll what! What is it that you guys will do? Who do I have here? The Fantastic Fools!
The Human Torch: You'd better watch out, don't get my buddy Ben mad, ... or he'll get STONED.
Mr. Fantastic: Ready Sue.
The Invisible Woman: Yes Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Ben now!
The Invisible Woman: Johnny, quick!
Dr Doom: Huh, where, who, when, what?
The Human Torch: You forgot the "how"! Ready Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah, I got him. Get on board our ship and fire it up!
Dr Doom: Ugh, Let go of me you Rubber Duck!
Mr. Fantastic: You mean, Doc, as in doctor, right, Sucker Loon! Okay, guys, here I come. Speed away, Ben!
The Thing: Okay, and away we go!
The Human Torch: Woo Hoo!
Dr Doom: I'm all tied up, get me out of here!
Speaker: The men just ended their shift and we will be back tomorrow to untie you sucker, I mean doctor.
Dr Doom: We? What do you mean we?
Speaker: We all joined the Space Union yesterday. I know you're mad doctor, so after we untie you tomorrow morning, I will have a Grievance form ready for you to fill out. Oh yes, you would will need to initial and sign that form, but you needn't worry, I will have it highlighted ... then it'll be easy on the eyes, okay. Bye doc.
Dr. Doom: I'm a doctor, not a duck ... AHH!
Tina-Louise dashed into a tattoo parlor
And asked for some ink in the shape of a flower.
Much below the knees so my mom doesn’t holler;
Would you hurry-up please, I’ve only one hour.
Seeing as that flower was never discovered,
Tina-Louise went back in for another.
And this time she preferred it higher to cover
A birth mark she wanted to hide from a lover
Since it turned winter, others were oblivious,
So each new tattoo became insidious.
As her pants concealed the vividly obvious,
This fact let Tina to be more devious.
Then before spring, Tina-Louise met a good man
Who was employed at emptying garbage cans.
In no time she had a diamond ring on her hands,
And a tattoo of “Stu” high up on her gams.
Tina-Louise’s belly started projecting
Because of the baby she was expecting.
And it mattered not that her Stu was objecting
To the art of ink that she wasn’t neglecting.
Even Tina-Louise’s gynecologist
Chattered on like a wannabe psychologist.
Saying stop with the inking, you need to desist,
And carried on like a show off apologist.
Well, TL’s final tattoo went high on her neck
Of some odd creature from the series, Star Trek.
And poor Stu could barely keep his temper in check
With that mouthful of Clingon he got with a peck.
Tina-Louise’s water finally did break
During delivery, Doc said for goodness sake.
It’s bizarre days like today that take the cake,
For there’s a glitch with your baby that’s a mistake.
The parents were concerned; well wouldn’t you be too?
They thought maybe their baby came out cold blue.
Nope, the shaken Doc said, this is completely new;
Your sweet little baby has a rose bud tattoo!
With one look, Stu fainted onto the sterile floor,
Since this wasn’t the newborn he bargained for.
Then Tina-Louise gave out one last birthing roar
That started and finished with curses galore.
Afterword Tina-Louise sat alone and bawled
Lamenting the curse to her new baby doll.
Why didn’t I listen to my mom at all?
And to all the others who made the right call?
TL and Stu’s baby now has beautiful skin
Thanks to the marvels of modern medicine.
Though Tina-Louise never performed a real sin;
She wished all her tattoos stayed below her shin.
For Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle contest 9/29/13
"Er, What's up, Doc?"
the doorman will say
his partner snickering behind
as you pass by the open doors
into a hall of guitars and music posters
you peer into rooms with televisions
or children playing with battery powered toys
You here Sponge-bob laugh from across the way
until you stop in the smell of death and decay
scared? well of course you will be
but you try not to worry- you walk onward until
you get the feeling there is something horrible
behind the door ahead but you continue anyway
you stop at the door and you hear a plea:
"Please don't harm us... we just want peace"
your ears almost bleed as the roars of a beast sound
and you back away from the doors but it's too late
the door squeaks and you found the plea's fate...
The woman walks passed you terrified as well
you worry to yourself "this can't end well"
you look at the figure on this mighty throne
one made of satin, leather and gold
the creature you see is covered by black robes
covered in tribal symbols etched in sliver so bold
the creature stands and looks down upon you
you can only see the grin on his face
and the mood he is in (not so great)
he clearly needs a shave
his 5:00 shadow
is looking quite late (maybe 6:45)
his height is 20 feet at best
but he shrinks down to a reasonable length (6 feet)
he blinks one time as he fades into a mist
and then he re-takes his shape in front of you
he holds out his hand- the palest white you've ever seen
he says only one thing: "We can be enemies or we can be brothers"
he slowly uncovers his hood but you already know who it is----
his throne says in Greek:
"The River Styx and the Blood of a god
Swear on your life and love ones forsaken
Never say never even in the fairest fight
Believe what you see or your soul will be taken..."
You look across the large room and see a boy
sitting by the throne a computer on a desk next to him
he looks at you as if he knows who you are
and you suddenly realize who it is
you good ol' friend Red will a evil grin
you refocus back on the man's hand
you since an evil aura and a murder grand
You think that it's the Devil
but your heart tells you "no"
you understand that Hades runs this hellhole...
Finally
Doctor, it's been 7 months
The MEDs aren't kicking in
My dreams are getting stronger,
The blood remains to run code red
It's getting harder and harder to get out of bed
Dark images keep taking place inside my head
The voices - The voices, are not all right!
I no longer lay laughing
The screaming never stops
In irons, my mind rattles
Theses thoughts are all I got
In slow motion, my mind plans the perfect plot
Finally, I realize the sanity of this is perfect
Counting every single second on the clock
At first, I could not breathe
I felt, I was left alone,
Broken down --- Incomplete
In your eyes, the schizophrenia spoke loud
In my eyes, everything is dark and gray
Doctor, now listen closely, open your eyes
While the walls slowly close in on you
I have my hands around your neck
Finally, I feel my arms, the needles are gone
Finally, I realize the sanity of this is perfect
The tightening of the chest is clearing
Today I possess a little more than yesterday
Knowing exactly what needs to be done.
DOC YOU AREN'T LISTENING!
Was it all for nothing, the bloody wrist?
The faucet constantly dripping every night
The voices I call my friends
Deep, deep down,
I'm still a child, painting bedroom walls
Setting fires after my mother's death
A crazy peril in its most threatening state
Doc, here you are again,
No longer will I allow you to waste my time
With your fetish lies, trying to make me better
The problem is not me, it was always you!
Painting pink butterflies and white skies
Finally, I realize the sanity of this is perfect
Don't you understand she's dead!
Pills aren't going to bring her back
Padded rooms aren't going to help me,
Help myself --- grieve the proper way!
Straitjackets aren't going to restrain me,
--- from wanting to hurt badly!
Psychologically, I'm perfectly sane
Expressing my emotions a different way.
Doctor, you're not saying nothing
You're not moving,
You're just sitting there pretending to care.
Doc, I hope you aren't mad?
The voices explained it had to end this way
How else could I make you listen?
Finally, the impulse is gone
Finally, I'm going to be alright
by: Pd
# 89
...And now a poem by Red:
...And we all say "forget it"
...I just want your kiss
Agent Arkansas 90766 BETA
Alone and Love
An encyclopedia of Lore history
Apples and the worm
Black Angel
Broken day
C-o-l-o-r...course our life off road
Can you find me now?
Confused by Confusion
Crack (the story of Donald)
Dawn
Destroyed
Did somebody call a Doc?
E-M-E-R-A-L-D
Emerald Lives Forever
Energy
Everybody's hurt
Finally A Song About The Things No One Seems To Care About
Forging George
Frozen Poems
Glass (story of Bonnie)
Good Friday
Goodbye you
He's in a rush
Heightened
Hello?
Hope "Sweetheart's" wedding doesn't suck
I can't title perfection- Title: Unnotified
I Hate This Part (idk)
I may be no Rambling Poet ((Tar form))
I'm a rheonotic
I'm leaving -I'm gone
I'm not done yet, Doc
Intro - The 'Real' Sonnet
It just so happens to be
Jared Pickett
Just kidding
Kar-ma
Kilometer
Kiss
Laugh with me
Laying low
Lost all sanity
Lost it all
Lost me key
Lost myself in Mexico
Love the rules
My confession
My frozen fountain of youth
My last poem
My Swoon
My victoria
Never...O.k. maybe one more time...and then never
New World of Old News
Nightheart's begining
Not your daddy's roses are red
Oh, here we go again, Doc
On Wednesday ((Tar Form))
Over and Over again
PDA: the next slam
Poems on Fire
Poetic?
R-4-E-7-D-0
Re-Confession
Remember this
Rheonotic
Rusty
Shhhhhh
Simle tune
So?
Solitary
Stop the violence!- and let me join in
Supernova
T-R-Y-I-N-G
Take down #0459587
That gut feeling that makes you laugh
The Beginning of Breaking down
The Great Sun God
The Night's Heart
The smartest thing I've ever done
The way I want to feel
The wise old man
This is how I feel (You and I/The damned and dead/Hell wants you too/hours and hours)
This one's for real
This way out
To bad.
Today is my day
Traffic (the story of Johnny)
Underneath the Upside-down
Unicorns are not made of corn
Unintended
Vampire fun facts
Verbal Altercation
Waiting?
War and Feast
War-Locked with a Poet Destory
Welcome to the throne room (Doc, it's not a slam)
Welcome to...
What we've come to
Why do we cry?
Why the world left me
Willing attack (What's left)
Wonder
Writers block (the story of Ronald)
Z2A in A2Z Order
evening mist curls
slowly up the rugged path
pondering life journey
The old man sat quietly. He was pensively weighing his actions and the balance of right and wrong in his life. Finally realizing there were better things to do he simply told God he was willing for Him to take care of consequence in due time. It was June, though it seemed unduly cold for the time of year. His old chair squeaked as he strained a couple of rocks, to and fro, and he thought, “My gosh the critters are noisy tonight.” Not that he thought the squeak was from the bugs, because he knew better. It was simply a noisy evening. He smiled as he thought about how much pleasure he had given old man Taylor because he and his buddy Jason, as kids, had stole two watermelons from old man Taylor’s small garden. Old man Taylor must have told that tale half a million times or more to anyone he was around more than fifteen minutes. Funny thing though, he could remember when it only took about 30 seconds to tell, but now was like ten minutes.
‘Where my sweater” he thought as the night chill sent a shiver across those boney old shoulders. A toothless grin showed he didn’t like wearing those store bought pearlies when he was alone. “ Dad gum!! What was I just thinking about. Oh! my sweater!” He wouldn’t have remembered but he was still cold. That seemed to be the biggest waste of growing old. He had to re-live every thought three or four times before he could let it go. He just seemed to think he would never bring it back again. Truth is he was right. He laid his head back on his pillow shortly thereafter. He took a last drag off a worn out cigarette and ground it out in the ashtray beside the bed. “Only time he smoked,” he told the Doc, and it was the truth. Oh, eons back he had the habit bad, but good sense took hold of the better half of him and prevailed in the fight to give them up. And it was a fight, after smoking some thirty odd years. That was the only good thing what came out of his daddy’s death some forty years earlier. This was the last thought he ever had as his head snuggled down into the clean pillowcase, a smile upon his lips.
the final verse
always ends the same
hallelujah
I watched as the old train chugged heavily up the hill.
Puffing and puffing the smoke completely shadowing J. Gastons’ saw and
paper mill.
Then I saw what looked to be another train coming down from around the bend.
Some one needed to stop them but what kind of message could I send.
The one going up the hill was still chugging slow while the other was running full
gear.
Well I started shouting to the top of my lungs but no one could hear.
I knew what was fixing to happen and I couldn’t bear to look.
Then I heard the awful sound of crashing metal as they both fell tangled into
Gastons Brook.
It was a good half a mile I ran hoping somehow I could maybe help or lend a
helping hand.
The site when I arrived was more than I could stand.
I don’t think there could be any survivors they went in the deepest part right next to
the dam.
The water was icy cold and there came old Cooter being pulled by his old dog
that they called Go On Scram.
Well I got down to the shore and helped pull Cooter to dry land.
He looked fairly good except you could see he broke his hand.
I asked him if he thought anybody else might still be alive.
He said I don’t see how anybody in the front could possibly survive.
I got a fire a going and tried to get him warm.
I knew the townfolk would be coming cause I heard the church bell ring its
alarm.
Here comes Jackie Collins followed by Dr. Lemuel White.
Well he set Old Cooters hand right there on the site.
We helped him up to Doc Whites surrey and they drove him back to the old
depot.
And he hollered to me to find Go On Scram before I was to go.
Well I found Old Scram at the waters shore.
I called to him but I’m afraid Old Scram can’t hear me anymore.
I picked him up and carried him all the way back to old Coot.
Coot asked me if I’d help bury him down by the track, said Scram loved to hear
that ole whistle toot.
We said goodbye to old Scram that night.
Sixty five years later and I still see that frightful sight.
Well that’s the story that happened there down by Gastons mill.
The wreck that I can’t forget that happened on that hill.
R.R.Bingham
Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild, and the rough,
following some unwritten ‘elite’ law,
suppressing the urge to shout ‘yee-haw!’
But I think when it all is said and done,
cowboys are truly made of awesome…
Riding swift across the wide-open plains,
coat flapping behind like your horse’s mane,
maneuvering a large and panicked herd,
turning a stampede with iron nerves,
rough-hewn men cooking by the firelight,
coyote chorus yips through the night,
knowing that for all the wind and grit,
it sure beats sitting in an office.
A battered hat worth more than any pearl,
grabs the attention of the cowgirls,
boots that announce you in any room,
be you a mere hand, or fancy bride-groom.
Leather vests that dress up any shirt,
and somehow can even make fringe"work,
a bandana or a wild rag,
with a thousand uses, not a mere fad.
The tell-tale jangle comes from your spurs,
vast coat made out of buffalo fur.
Square-dance, line-dance, twirl a girl around,
to fiddle and steel guitar’s sound,
campfire songs to entertain the kids,
harmonicas to sing the blues with,
teaching the folks to throw a lasso,
then breaking out tricks with swirling rope.
Living life by a strong honor code,
one that good people would do well to know.
Wyatt Earp and his famous revenge ride,
Masterson cut Dodge City down to size,
Doc Holliday gambling with a death wish,
Billy the Kid, criminal, yet tragic,
Wild Bill holding those aces & eights,
and old Kit Carson, out blazing the way,
Buffalo Bill brought the people a dream,
and who can forget, the legend Bass Reeves?
A six-gun at ready, holster right side,
the lines of a Winchester, ever sublime.
Ranches that sprawl on mountain and prairie,
riding the trails where man can breath free,
rampaging rodeo, those guns are fun,
and damn can those barrel-racers run!
Living out of doors, by both skill and luck,
be it on a horse or a pick-up truck,
It’s clear that when all is said and done,
that cowboys are truly made of awesome.