Long Flogs Poems
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The muzzle flash of the moon is infused with clouds
where the brightness tapers off on knees that poke through
the slit in her dress; the hem slips off her crossed legs.
Gunpowder in sieves flecks her irises
when she glimpses through my lunar haze
of daydreams that I'll trigger her to smile.
A Guns N' Roses song flogs silence in the back-
ground of my mind as she stands to shake
hands I synchronously half-rotate to kiss.
Her wedding ring tastes like zinc, or some strange kettle
of moondust while she avers that I look as pale
as mists conspiring to discover our trail.
Though we can't see her butler crack the whip to keep
a distant carriage in place,
whinnying clouds beam a grin to her face.
It is the lairiest of epochs
Ignore slop do a pop vox
Chock a block with shocks
But the scariest of tik toks
Snapping like hungry crocs
Another spate of hate docks
Photos that everyone clocks
Those ones who girls mocks
Are as deadly as small pox
Aren't all as strong as an ox
Shaking from online knocks
Drowning in instasham lochs
Stinks like young men's socks
Mistaking that a cure’s botox
Crowning a theory I defrocks
That faking makes you a fox
Solution sells comes out a box
Lies stir fries in corporate woks
Smells fishy like out of date lox
Why jog cheat the elite flocks
Fatty injections vanity smocks
As the poor everything hocks
Pharma firm flogs all its stocks
Not just peahens also peacocks
Androids on steroids rippled jocks
Muscle bound like the Springboks
Why are so many blokes.. cocks?
How about all go on a long detox
Take note your boat you’re the cox
Winner is the inner you which rocks
Fashion rations compassion is bollox!
Drunk is the man,
Who gave me the roots of my existence
In this harsh, cold and dark world...
For instance,
He beats up his so-called darling heartbeat
To a pulp, saying she's not caring about him
Yet he spends the little he gets
In bars, so late at night
With his friends, who dance to the tunes of alcohol
And use that chance to know harlots biblically...
He pounces on them as prey
Though they spread disease in the community
Alas! The more he laughs, is the more he loses soberness
Harnessing thoughts that we are his enemies
On his return, to our ramshackled house!
They say that a home is a safe place
But to me it's like a warzone
A heart rage of shame...
Mother, so verbous that her words land out of place
As she fires gruesome tantrums to her husband
And as African men once nurtured,
They shan't tolerate disrespect from a woman
When he flogs her in front of my siblings and I
Indeed our miniature size, prevails as our weakness
Seeing our mother bleed, to the brink of death!
Exodus
From a distant hill far away
Shadowed off by a monstrous cloud stormy
Lay signs and sighs
From an alley tucked away
Sheltered off by ghostly shades of moaning moon
Flogs chorus a hollow song in a fog
The twinkling mirage of sand dunes beyond the blues spells
Or lay germs of elusive hope
There is a staged dirge replay in chorus
Whose devotees retain a moody gear?
For there lay labyrinths in the highway of heaven
The steaming streaming parties part ways
In laughter and confusion
In a land beyond x-roads
Lay a mused king,
Whose utter satisfaction is a maze
Like a stone cast into dead waters
So are the rumbling and mumbling and bubbling of parties
It is a night of distress for the king in haven
Whose subjects burrow and wallow in dirt like swine
In attempts dire dare the life that slides
In such a land infested with giants like Canaan
Whose firely tongues cast chunks of jargons to the agitated-
masses
Here they dismiss great talk for amusements
For they have no time unearth play art
A selfish motif fed
In such a country
The king waylay his subjects in slumbered mind
Dozing off drowsily in a world free of cares
As they wander and wonder
Of what a tamed and learned friend and king
The king’s haven is heaven
And here hell below lay no mercy for masses
Lost in a woody distant hilly yonder
Are subjects scattered like ants in a stormy rainy night
The king long lives in heaven
The exodus to Canaan!
Another Gold
Far from profit’s crass allure,
At a place somewhat obscure,
A poet sweeps his shepherd’s lyre;
He sings of gold, of heaven’s fire.
No. not of gold that Midas stores
Behind fast-bolted treasury doors
But of gold, that, eve and dawn,
Touches sheaves of ripened corn.
More emeralds than all wealth can gain
Has to these eyes the verdant plain.
Without the mind all precious stones
Have lesser worth than dead men’s bones.
The original prompt for the last poem was one I wrote on being requested to resign from a computer company.
Far from profit’s crass allure
At a place somewhat obscure,
Gordon preaches now Cobol.
Fortran and, I believe, Algol,
Unto flocks of Gaelic birds,
Black-faced sheep and long-haired herds.
In Acton’s fleshpots, in his den,
The spotlight first is beamed on Ken.
Beware the luscious woman’s wiles
Or you’ll forget your disks and files.
It would clearly be a sin
To make no mention of dear Lin.
May married bliss attend thy way
And commensurate be thy pay.
Sandra’s performance sets the pace
Robin’s too a similar case.
His hunting prowess earns him fame
In matters that concern big game.
Flower power propels this happy throng
Which means that little can go wrong
As long as Rose your leader be.
May rays of fortune shine on thee
On yon high Olympic mountain
Where Gord and Mary have been scouting.
There beneath the royal wall
Our Ted flogs bangles on his stall.
My ditty now has reached its span
Remember me, the also-ran.
SHATTERED SCREAMS
ECHOES OF OUR SILENT SCREAM,
TORTURE FROM A LEADER'S STEAM,
DWINDLING OF OUR NATIONS DREAM.
WE CHOOSE TO FIGHT AS A TEAM,
OR WATCH THEIR THEATRICS LIKE A FILM.
IF WE FIGHT, OUR VOCIFEROUS WEAPON IS HUSHED,
IF SILENT, OUR FUTURE IS CRUSHED.
TOLLGATE IS NOW THE BLOOD GATE,
WHERE HEROS OF JUSTICE LEARN THEIR FATE.
OUR VOICES ARE STRANGLED,
WE'RE MANHANDLED LIKE A STAR SPANGLED.
THE PILLARS OF OUR STRUCTURE IS FALLING.
WHO HURTS HIS CHILD AND FLOGS HER FOR WAILING?
RELEASING THE CAMOS, WOLFS IN DIRTY SHEEP'S CLOTHINGS
AND BLACKMARIAL TO HUNT DOWN CITIZENS.
INTERNAL TERROR SUMS UP MY ANALYSIS.
NIGERIA, YOUR ACTS DABBLES & DAGGERS MY HEART.
WHERE IS THE LABOUR OF OUR HEROS PAST?
OUR RESIDUE IS IN THE DEN OF THIEVES,
AND THE OLD CERTAINTY OF THE FUTURE HAVE BECOME MERE "IFs".
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}
Copyright© 14th Feb, 2021.
Forever Ever or Never
Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your lusty pleasures.
Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.
Freyja was here with Eros flown away.
I am impassioned with this. Never born_trapped in mother’s uterus_screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality.
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.
An old cow Bholi and it's cub were running
Hard to save their lives from the flogging
A young boy having stick with lather laced
Was chasing them, showering flogs with mighty hand.
Bhola:
Mom, why we are beaten so bitterly?
What are our faults today?
My young blood is running hard in veins
I want to teach him a lesson just now
If you allow me to save ourselves
I can hit him with my sharp horns.
Bholi:
No! No! My dear ,don't do this mistake
For God's sake, Please
First run hard to save ourselves
After an hour hard race
They were facing face to face
Breathing hard under open sky
An angry ox not a cub now
Asked questions for proud now
Why did you stop me to teach him
A lesson in his method, poor cow?
Bholi:
My dear Bhola
Your name and my name were fixed
By my kind master who loved both us
The chasing boy was his only son
I didn't want to hurt my master
So I stopped to hurt him.
Bhola:
What a ridiculous!
Kind master kind master
A homeless foodless
Jobless timid cow
How could you justify it?
Bholi:
My dear son
The master and his son are not our real enemies
Our real enemy is UNEMPLOYMENT
Now i am barren due to old age
And you are jobless due to machineries
The few years ago i gave them milk
And bull helped them in farming.
I couldn't say how much they loved us.
NO WORK NO FOOD
This is the rule of Nature.
Bhola:
If no work, no food is the rule
I will fight against the rule.
I will raise my voice for dignity
I will fight till last breath.
The earth is not only for humans
It is also for us.
I will fight, I will fight
I will strike for sake of you.
Bholi:
Please don't do this nonsense
Nobody is here to hear
You will get punished, dear.
Some rebellious bulls
And their leader Bhola
Was standing in midst of highway
A loud noise for deaf ears
WE WANT JOB
WE WANT JOB
GIVE JOB US or BREAD US with honour
We are not lazy and crazy .
Theirs voices were lost
In crusade of traffic jam
Some cops came to solve the jam
Rebelion Bhola declared mad
Soon they shot down the bull.
Another year of tears
Sneers & jeers appears
Peers careers in arrears
Piers of fears & nadirs
Swelter in this smelter
On the Hell-ter skelter
Where seems every filter
Is somehow out of kilter
Whole rabbit hole rigmarole
Or out of hat habit.. tres drole
Mistletoe snogs & egg nogs
Carved birds & roasted hogs
Kind words & yuletide logs
Boomer tumour consumer cogs
Blogs on look at me shiny clogs
Swag brag-bags tiny whiny dogs
Lucre in lycra now everyone jogs
Not enough time they do sigh
Why they falter at altar of AI?
Still worship daddy in the sky
Baddie pill top of the bill guy
Broke folks shoot up in bogs
Serfs from birth society flogs
Wage slaves rage system slogs
Starved knaves go to the dogs
Aghast & agog schadenfreud void
Heinous intravenous drip deployed
Broligarchy malarkey whip can’t avoid
Staggering corporate pollution collusion
Constitution & any institution an illusion
Swaggering hate template of delusion
So in the confusion what is the only solution
Don’t cower but scour at the dour tech tower
People power ire got steeple spire profusion
Cometh the hour our glower must flower & shower
Devour dire liar denier empire everything does sour
High flyer pariahs on fire.. us entire our super power
So get off meds scoff not hats doff off with their heads
Don't wallow rally go doolally just like in a Bastille alley
So follow the Frogs boff each toff in their trendy togs
New op crop the top who cop our strop "Vive La Revolution"
Before morning would emerge
The infants stomach became large,
Usual infant's cry became scarce
Where is the mother
Or father?
Tell them to surface.
Mother cried as she saw her babies face,
"Thou unusual thing, where from?
Bring me the broom
Mother needs the broom
In Africa, brooms
Cures gloom And doom.
Mother flogs the infant
Yet she was not triumphant
Weeping became enormous
Like an elephant.
Mother cried a river,
While grand mother sat
In a corner,
Without the sign of anger,
worry, ponder or wonder.
But cherishing laughter.
She picked the broom to
It's position.
Where is the preacher?
Where is the preacher?
Mother seem to remember
Needed is his attention
Tell him to his God, mention.
Grand mother squeezed her face
For things were about to be in place.
The preacher was summoned,
Prayer was altered,
Some one confessed.....
The unusual grand mother
Sibling of Lucifer....
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such things really happen down here, we only watch and pray.