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"The Prosecution "NOR" "The Defense", makes the accused come to court,and this is something I must "Report".The accused is not going to get a jail or prison sentence,and this is a fact that cannot go unmentioned. This trial shows "good intentions"! In this trial there will be no appeal,and there will be no one who will offer to make any kind of deal : I wonder if this "Trial" is really real? The "Trial" must go on,and cannot be dismissed,because "Democracy " Itself" was put "In Harms Way" on Jan 6 2021": The "Trial must go on to "Relieve the "Threat" that was made on "Democracy",and make that "Threat" known"to all Americans,and All Nations world wide who want "Democracy" in their "land"!! On Jan,6, 2021 something went "Wrong" and must not carry On in any "Democracy" so that "Democracy can remain "Strong"!!!! The "Trial of Donald J. Trump" is a "Public Display" that points to Jan 6,2021 when "Democracy in "The U.S.A. came "Undone" in front of "Everyone" under God's Sun!! The "Seat Of Democracy" wants to have this "Trial",even though no one will be sent to "Jail",or receive a "Prison sentence": Democracy "Might" some how be restored,after "Criminal" knocked down the "Democratic Doors"! The "Seat Of Democracy" "Was Put In Harms Way" ON Jan 6, 2021,and something "MUST" be done about that real true fact,and "Never Forgotten" if "Democracy wants to continue to "STAND".There are "Criminal Racist,White Supremacist,Black Supremacist,Yellow Supremacist,Brown Supremacist,Red Supremacist:God is "The Only Supreme Being"! Anti- Democracy is their plan. The real "ENEMY IS HATE". Hate will take all of those who practice it to "HELL"where they belong! Misery loves company,and when we are "Angry" we are not at all "Loving". When we are "Loving" we are not at all "Angry". The "Trial" of Donald John Trump must go on ,because on Jan 6,2021 something went "WRONG",and "Democracy Itself almost came "UNDONE"!!!!The Trial of Donald John Trump must go on,so that we can still "Write Money"and say:"IN GOD WE TRUST".We write these words on the money that we spend,and "NEVER" GLORIFY" ANY WOMEN OR ANY MEN"! It is a sin to glorify any women or any men! The saying "In God We Trust" "Unites Us All"!!!The Rich ,Poor, Middle Class,Weak, Strong,short,tall,and small!!!
What a name called?
Football a game called,
To known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
Formations of it kinds,
Aims of a two goal post net,
Aims of a trophy,
Aims of winning,
In a color Jersey of its kinds,
In a color booths of it kinds,
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centered with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Officials of substitutions in questions,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported keys of volunteers,
Supported with all sorts of supporters,
Declared a stadium manager jobs,
Declared a team manager jobs,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At moment of a country designated!
At moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographers, Cinematography, Press, Medias, Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc. centred.
What a name called?
Football! football! ! football! ! !
A rounded leather circled!
Circled in its color of its choices,
Declared fifa authorities,
Declared statistical over all game,
Respect covered face to face,
Stretchers officials in uniforms of its officials medications,
Football a game called,
With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Preemptive individuals' desirably for survival,
Football a game called,
Called to the passionate in spirit,
Football a game called,
Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to un-creativity,
Football a game called,
Adore a nature,
Football a game called,
Called to a glorious home,
Football a game called,
A rounded leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds,
Football a game called.
My humble tribute to a great personality:
When India won freedom, he did not attend the celebration, rather he was on road helping all, trying to end communal violence. He said how can I celebrate when so many are in distress.
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Aagadhi Bagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
was loved by countrymen
for his good deeds.
He lead life practicing
spirituality
as laid out in scriptures
and had no greed.
Cagadhi Dagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
was feared by Britishers
for all loved him.
He always lived life of
admirability
like a poor and like them
he had no whim.
Eagadhi Fagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
fought with high principles,
Govt felt helpless.
Such was his heart touching
emotionality
that he worked tirelessly
serving helpless
Gagadhi Hagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
was idealistic
with willpower
He never aspired for
materialistic
possession, position,
any power
Igadhi Jagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
believed that we should teach
through our actions
He was never caught with
uncharacteristic
display of violence
Or bad actions
Kagadhi Lagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
could not bear to see sad
face of people.
He spoke truth, was never
sensationalistic
while giving speeches to
country people.
Magadhi Nagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
strived for happiness,
freedom for all.
Professional lawyer,
academically
brilliant, he sincerely
strived for all.
Oagadhi Pagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
wanted to give all his
people freedom.
He took upon self the
responsibility
and India regained
back her freedom.
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Dated : 31st Jan 2021
Written for Double dactyl contest by William Kekaula
Syllable count checked at poetry soup syllable counter.
Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning.
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and dim
do not
rhyme!
Rules
are made
to askew
and be broken:
double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing
Defending contests fiercely --- gibbeting.
Breaking your head
to conform
to design,
rhyme.
Puns,
blasé
efforts, but
double entendres,
sexual innuendo in your face.
As some scribbling can at times be quite base,
persecution
should never
stymie
flow.
*a double dactyl: /**|/**
flibbertigibbet: (n) a frivolous, flighty, or excessively talkative person.
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FUN FACT
Euclid of Alexandria (Mid-4th century BC—Mid-3rd century BC), the great Classical mathematician, believed that the numbers 1, 2, 3 & 4 must have some mystical significance because their sum total is 10—ten was thought to be a number of power. He called this relationship a tetractys.
Ray Stebbing based his poetic form, Tetractys, on this. No spaces between each stanza and the poem is presented in line with the left-hand margin (or it might be centred) - either way, it would visually give the design of a triangle.
ADELAIDE REQUIRED AID
Adelaide adored me
Ingrid ignored me
Adelaide and I made quite an odd pair
Yet Ingrid had silver silken threads instead of hair
Looking up to a cloud laden sky I prayed to heaven for Ingrid’s heavenly pleasure
Looking up to a syrupy and sunny sky I begged God that I might discover Ingrid’s buried treasure
A female fortune sealed in a locker by two silent lips and secreted between two sultry hips
But in the material that makes up time some fabric often frays while a seam sometimes rips
And even an expensive faucet drips
With assurance I assign Ingrid as an extravagant and excellent source of radiance to beheld by me
And oh to be held by her
To meld with her
As my desire swelled and I swooned to a lady attuned to and beholden to beauty
But as for Adelaide I found her ignorant and distasteful for ignoring and boring me
Whatever she chose to discuss would disgust me with distinguishable diatribes
before I forbade Adelaide from approaching me or broaching another subsequent, sequential and inconsequential subject
Adelaide adjudicated me well adjusted with an adjunct to adulation
While I grew agitated by her aggravation
Until I made Adelaide fade
And found further feminine flair in a woman with silver silken threads as her hair
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a kiss on the way to work...
as the morning birds chirp...
you say a little prayer, as what its worth
coffee,cream,two sugars, to get your day going...
good hair, beautiful make up, you cant stop glowing
you check your rear view miriors,as you turn your ignition on...
you put your car in reverse,listening to your favorite song
you honk at your neighbors,as they softly wave bye...
you think to yourself, i have the greatest life
you get to work and there's roses on your desk...
attached was a note that you, patiently read
"your lovely,then a rose bush garden that blooms in the spring"
"so i handpick them all, my love, my life, my everything"
at that very moment you feel so alone...
so you rush through your day and can't wait to get home
five o clock comes and you rush out the door...
your so nervous and unpatient, your keys fall to the floor
you stop at a light and the light stays red...
as you turn to your left, theres a gun to your head
she had a choice to take the express way, but the backroad was faster...
in just one sec she was caught in a terrible disaster
he shot her in the head and stole her purse...
for just ten dollars her life was what it's worth
the guy eventually got caught,
and i want you all to know this
he needed the money just to buy his wife, some roses!!!!
GOING FROM SAD TO VERSE
If my body is a temple it’s been potently polluted
And if my soul is a church it’s doctrine has been desperately disputed
My head tries to convince me that life can’t get any worse
But my heart assures me that yes, with certainty it can
Yesterday consistently comes back to inflict me with a bite in my ass
While tomorrow constantly arrives to infect an already festering wound
I lay in bed tossing, turning and yearning for peace
But my pillow may as well be a sedimentary stone
And still my head and heart won’t leave me alone
While I try in empty desperation to silence a dreadful drone
The sound of my head haunted by a moan
With a heart which heaves a grievous groan
My bedroom is a cell with bars too well known
And hopefulness is drowned out by a tormenting tone
With uncertainty a most horrendous curse
Yet I’m left with the certainty that life, indeed, can and will get worse
I’ve learned little, taught naught and am caught between the fence of yesterday and the gates of tomorrow
And here sit I under a shadow cast by my past and the dissatisfaction of sorrow
While even in silence I can quote sinfulness by chapter and verse
And believe me, my life can and will certainly get worse!
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Colorful Sins.
What should I do with my pain ?
Throw it away again
What have you done with your love
You once told me that it goes above
Above all the limitations of sky
you even painted it, but did it dry ?
Go ahead and wash me with fire
Enjoy my sorrow, it is your smile that I admire
Burn my sins with clean water
And drag my heart to the slattern
Just please let me whisper the sea in your ears
Let it feed your soul with my fears
I shall be a native heart breaker
An international crime maker
Will you Emancipate my soul from sanity
And free my useless body from gravity
Clean my eyes from all that sparkle
Let them participate in the real battle
Explode my hallucinations
Grief on my imagination
You can turn me to ashes
Watch my little heart crashes
Change the architecture of my smile
Rebuilt it in the Greek style
So my laughs will be philosophical thoughts
And we shall be two ghosts
You who hunts my dreams when I an awake
You have always been an ocean, yet I can only be a lake
Sweep my touches softly from your skin
But know that it will become so thin
And then wave me goodbye
Ill bow mull think am just shy
Until you will see these drops falling in the yellow grass
That same grass that used to be green before you pass .
Life is worth it
When I live for you
It’s how I know that this is love proven true
But there you fly now in the sky
Showing me that differences and flaws
Is coexistence in each other
Celebrate them don’t use them as a weakness
Because in doing that you show weakness in yourself
Show some respect to them
For they are to be cared for
Then why is it no one ever does
Do they not see the pain?
With every dying cuss
So let the pain engulf me
Teach my eyes to see
Let a fallen angel come to curse me
Let my cuts come to bleed
Evil engulfing my broken heart yet falling deep in love
When everything turns to turmoil
I turn to my angel from above
Let my heart come to boil
In the ashes of my innocence
Letting myself go until I fully reach out to fellow brethren s
Praying with no feeling I can feel myself slip away
I’m falling yet falling apart
Without the slightest of delays
Birth was a mistake and yet I cannot come to die
Was it true that I am meant to live?
A man who only knows to cry
I cannot give
The light has forsaken my cold and darkened heart
For who am I to live
Cold and fruitless moon why have you forsaken me
Does it bring you joy to see that you are breaking me
Listen to the cold and broken winds
Nothing can ever beat it
Nor can I defend
Clippity Cloppity
Emily Davison
confronted race horses
losing her life
dissident suffragette
indiscriminately
committed sabotage
chaos and strife
Hickory Dickory
Leonora Cohen
hunger strike ends with the
cat and mouse ploy
campaigning for justice
legitimisation
Scapegrace to magistrate
ending in joy
1 / 28 / 2021.
During the 1913 Epsom Derby, Emily Davison threw herself under King George V horse
Anmer. Dying from her injuries 4 days later.
Leonora Cohen in 1913 vandalised a display case containing the Crown Jewels in the
Tower of London. Defending herself, she was released on a technicality. After another act
of vandalism, she went on hunger strike while in prison, but was released early. This was
due to Lord Asquith's cat and mouse act. Giving prisoners time to recover, preventing
needless deaths while incarcerated. Leonora was trampled on by a mounted police horse,
during one protest march. She died aged 105 , serving as magistrate for 25
years and receiving the O.B.E. incidently she was born in the city of Leeds, where I too was
born and bred.