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God Bless The USA
Independence Day 2021
Miracle Man Thoughts
7/2/2021
The freedom we have has never been free,
yet many in our country are espousing hate.
If things are so bad why don’t they just flee,
with God, our own destiny, we can freely create.
Throughout history men and women have stood,
in the hedges, and for freedom, filled the gap.
Today, many view the government as Robin Hood,
and are seemingly unhappy unless starting a flap.
But as we celebrate this year let each remember,
and count our blessings for the place we live.
Many share a goal of this country to dismember,
and with outstretched hands, are unwilling to give.
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
No longer a skewed malicious mirage
Stronger imbued with pernicious camouflage
Wronger spewed such vicious sabotage
Doom Monger crude officious collage
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Rabble rousing by ghoulishly espousing
Nige will oblige and foolishly perform
Leader and feeder of each reader
Preach on every seedier media platform
Separate the wheat from the chaff
Oi Oi hoi polloi hate ploy to annoy
Deform is now somehow the new norm
Just naff spaff for Reform riff raff
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Public school fool cruel rule at large
Faustian now Trumpian drool tool in charge
Attacking…spits dismal dimwits ransacking
Society in bits because of these gits
The entirety cracking by fracking Farage
Abysmal Brits twits’ backing hacking
Downed & drowned in sewer spewer discharge
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
The agenda to go on a racist rant rampage
Malignant belligerent immigrant bender centre stage
Scary animals lairy trapped in a rage cage
Bashing gender and any woke offender
Views shunt the news take the front page
Bespoke cloak to stoke the healthy wealthy
Choke broke folk...stealthy..slashing
Tax to scratch that rich b***h itch
Poleaxe..abuse the yoke but will still bewitch
Vicarious defender of the nefarious splendour
Of this salacious mendacious joke bloke Pretender
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage!
II.
Do you know of lovely Janice,
freshman in university,
Dad sent her to expand her mind,
to reason and think critically,
hoping that it would prepare her
for a world that often is harsh,
instead she came back spouting stuff,
that was well-and-truly bizarre.
First, she had chopped off all her braids,
“It’s appropriation,” she said,
then went into some bullsh-t spiel
on how ‘only blacks’ can wear dreads,
ignoring that Celts wore dreadlocks
before knowing Africa was there,
and that most cultures in the world
had figured out how to braid hair!
And a whole bunch of other stuff
that she tried to pass as deep thought,
she hated ‘all men,’ and the country,
and endlessly railed against God.
This wasn’t something that she had
organically stumbled upon,
the more she spoke, the more he knew
the origin of all this wrong,
it all came from the professors,
the ones ensconced in liberal arts,
espousing luxury beliefs,
to young souls still ruled by the heart.
Taking tired socialism,
dressing it up as some crusade
to make youth feel like they’re ‘heroes,’
fighting ‘injustice’ in their age,
getting degrees in bad ideas,
that are of no use in real life,
gender theory, post modernism,
and other academic tripe,
so when those young minds graduate
with two hundred thousand in debt,
a barista serving coffee
is the best job that they can get.
And where are all the professors
when the ex-students see the flaws?
Safe up in ivory towers,
protect by the tenure laws.
They never have to pay the price
for bad ideas they inculcate,
luxury thoughts they can only hold
due to the wealth they claim to hate,
pay no price for lives they destroy
with leftist ideology,
trusted them to lead young adults,
but they’ve led them to tragedy,
learning nothing on how to think,
just some sleaze-ball professor’s will,
these academics betrayed us,
we really should treat them like filth.
Young lovers living in death's shadow
Autonomous hearts bound by love's oath
Freely skirting the binding traditions that cluttered their way
Secretly espousing an innocuous, private romance that openly challenged convention
Amorous compatriots plotting a treasonous tryst
Initiating a temporal rapprochement that yielded a spiritual legacy
Twining branches of two long-severed limbs
Brokers extending a healing love that widened a poisonous rift
Sweet incense of sacrificed lambs rising from the rancid pyre of conformity
Dispossessed of title and home, but vested with a nobler destiny
Accepting their perilous fate with a blithe resignation
Bearing a reproach not of their own making
Short-lived nightmare exchanged for an everlasting vigil
Distilling their fleeting time together into love's eternal quotient
Attaining immortality in the mutable literary discourse
We as British people are known around
the world for our own individual traits
Such as we are supposed to be and
thought of as polite
Love ever so saying and apologizing
for anything and everything even if it
isn't actually in fact out fault
People say we even love and don't
mind queuing
Our self deprecating sarcastic sense
of humor
The Crown a Royal wedding like when
Harry met Megan
But there are also a few other traits that
can be added to the list which aren't
that great , such as
How we love espousing our views and
values upon the world at large with such
overbearing righteousness and sincerity
Well that is all well and good if in fact
theoretically it actually worked in practice
and we had managed to solve our own
problems here closer at home first
No 1 has quite ever explained why we
can't don't or are unable to rather try fixing
our own 1st before we go in search of others
And I promise then I will start worrying about
the plight of the snow leopards of Afghanistan
homeless cat's 3rd world debt and adopting
a child or building a school in god knows where
When I have any spare change left after
tripping over and giving to the homeless
on my doorstep or soon to be able to afford
and provide either electricity or food for
my own family
Who made us the arbiter of the world
and best placed to right and solve
all of the world's problems and wrongs
Our day's of Empire are long gone we
are no longer technically a superpower
Maybe it's time to start concentrating on
matter's here closer to home
And try instilling and restoring a bit
or some sense of pride back in all
of our own
Because everyone would benefit from
that and wouldn't only be good but
Great for all of us who reside here in Britain
How unappealing... the missus went bananas
courtesy hurling mandarin oranges.
Yes quite juvenile
unladylike childlike behaviour,
mine wife oft times doth display,
I do not deplore
yours truly reckons
tis futile effort causing furore
aye attest bull
in china shop incorrigible hardcore
exhibited by spouse
out of bounds antics bon jour
earlier within marriage
shenanigans twas the stuff
back in the day
sparking altercations, haint no lore
regarding wedded bliss
muddle aged doozy storied
married couple expressing
mutual love nevermore
did deux disparate
birds of a feather flock together
espousing total mortal kombat
(with looming fruity weapon
of mass destruction
living below poverty dirt poor
surviving (barely) hand to mouth
unable to afford
top of line high grade
clean atomic bombs rapport
re: ruining our reputation
as hoity toity main liners
portraying child's play
conflicts in East/West Timor
almost annihilating each other
i.e. zee Harris family
plus well nigh turning
planet Earth into vapour.
Sober realization of brinksmanship
brought now auld
geezers (defanged & harmless)
flinging foodstuffs cold
and/or frozen leftovers
(carbon dated), petrified extolled
as delicacy among Neanderthals,
who would value and
cherish fruit lobbed as
love's labour's lost more precious
(as a physical expression of affection)
more so than fine spun gold
thee rented man cave serves
atavistic trait hard rock cafe
functions as pleasant reminder,
where one percent genetic
stock originated (think noggin
rock hard iron maiden mold).
Backtrack to years spanning 2000-2010
wen furious red hot poker rage
twas unmanageable when living
under duress within Penn Valley
even tranquilizers could not assuage
harkening back when yours truly
under threat courtesy battle ax
and her henchwomen,
which matriarch took immediate dislike,
née rabid (foaming
at the mouth loathing)
towards yours truly
them days outright state
of undeclared warfare
found fury within me
exceeding the wrath of Kong!
Thank dog, I mellowed since then
gratuity prescription medication.
I sidestep the issue, not wanting to speak of it
With one who does not remember
Going through it innumerable times.
An ending? No. A beginning….
Perpetually and forever.
The cyclical dance of death.
She wants to speak of tombs and stones.
I laugh at her ignorance.
Remembering many reincarnations.
The death dance
So optimistic and hopeful.
The ultimate fairness.
New beginnings, with parents and
Dreams starting up in a fresh new way.
I sidestep her absoluteness,
realizing she does not remember.
Thus she cannot understand, and I
cannot abide the gloom and finality
she insists upon espousing.
Written 3-1-2019
Contest: The Death Dance Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
To clasp in the arms
To hug the cherish of love encircling and enclosing it with readiness, availing I to hold in the embrace showing a sign of affection
To feel the pressure chest to chest like a girl singing cheek to cheek to a kiss of passion espousing opinions created by nature
This is passion of sharing fortunes, embracing wholeness with containment of something as a constituent
This a scope of statements defining faith and involvement
To accept willingly and enthusiastically, pushing aside traditions and pressing tightly the reunion of sparks
To receive and accept gladly, holding closely boarders of willingness and eagerness
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Who wants to know when the War of 1812 was fought?
All hands are up; every kindergartener wants to know.
Who wants to know who invented robotics?
Two kindergarteners’ hands are up.
The others are on their bouncy ball chairs,
Not listening.
“Would you like to hear a story?”
The vote of hands is about half and half,
so I read to one half, and my counterpart plays an
Alphabet game with the others.
Kindergarten makes up their mind, and
There is no budging it, no changing it at all.
“My mommy says that all men are stupid.”
Really! How delightful to be espousing this so early.
“My grandmommy says that all white people are mean.”
Being white myself, I could feel insulted, but I don’t.
“What would I have to do to change your mind about that?”
“I don’t know,” the little five-year-old girl admitted.
“What’s a white people?”
It’s going to be fun now, I doubt I’ll have to change her
mind, just give her the sorted truth that her favorite
teacher is now her enemy.” Too late, Grand-mommy, I think. Too late.
Written May 2, 2018
An Earther hath said
Adam was a rough draft, Eve
was the final yield
Abel and brother Cain was
the product of their own sin
*The 'Earther' was probably a known feminists as she had a tiny following present along with her. She was outside of a church (she says she's not a member of) espousing the above, constantly, using her natural voice--no loudspeaker, as services were ongoing (I was just a passerby on the way to a funeral nearby). In her repetitious rant, she says that she only wear bras on Sunday's, whereto, 'twas a Sunday and she proved it by wearing her bra outside of her blouse in view of passing children and leering unsaved men. This was in the San Francisco bay area circa 1980, after Moscone/Milk assassinations and Jonestown and prior to acknowledgement of AIDS. They were the saddest years of my life.
Date: 06/14/2019